Chapter 27 Cristiano

• Snaking my hand in her hair, I pull her closer, sucking on her lips. They're soft just like I remember and plump enough so I can nibble on them. This is crazy because I don't think like this when I'm kissing a woman. I have a one-track mind whenever I itch to be with someone. Getting inside them, finishing my business quickly so I can go back to my day job. But that doesn't mean I'm a selfish lover. I give and take pleasure. Sometimes I even pay for it.
• Like Yelena who gets paid handsomely so she can be at my beck and call whenever I need her. Until recently, she never complained even though she knew she wasn't the only one. But in all the years since I was old enough to be with women, I've never thought about how soft their lips were or how sweet they tasted. It's just never happened before. Which is funny because here I am kissing a woman who just shot me instead of cutting her up so I can send the pieces to her asshole father. The pain in my arm doesn't compare to the desire I feel for her. I want to taste and touch every inch of her body and fuck her into submission. Until she understands that she belongs to me.
• Truth is I wasn't surprised when she pointed that gun at me. Somehow I had a feeling she was going to retaliate once she remembered and I was prepared. What I wasn't prepared for was the wave of lust that hit me when she was doing that. The way her eyes shone with anger and how it was clear she would have killed me if given the chance. I've never seen anything like it. She looked like a fierce warrior princess. If I could I would have spread her on the kitchen worktop and had my way with her. At the back of my mind, I know how crazy that sounds but honestly, I think we've established that when it comes to Marianna, crazy doesn't even begin to explain it.