“What have I done?” he snarls and instantly lets his head tip back as he releases a deep breath. When he connects our gaze again he seems calmer, or at least his voice is when he says, “I do not fear you, Maze. I assume Zipporah doesn’t either or did she too agree with the choker fucking choking you?”
I swallow hard and I hate admitting the truth but I reluctantly shake my head. “She offered to take it off a few times. I couldn’t let her…my father–”
“Is not the boss of you,” Fiero finishes with a hard and determined voice. “My parents faced a legend when they connected. Did you know that?”
I slowly nod. “Once I realized who you were, who my body felt connected to, I realized you were the son of the one with the angelic touch.”
“So, you see, with my background…I couldn’t care less about legends, taking precautions for whatever the fuck is going to happen if you don’t. Tiptoeing through life means you’re not living. You put on your damn boots, or those purple, sexy as fuck heels of yours, and you firmly plant your feet to leave your mark as you take determined steps toward your future. That’s how you handle life in my opinion. You’ll be my wife soon enough and that means I won’t handle shit differently. Get used to everything going my way and you’ll soon realize the freedom it gives you to follow your own decisions when the time comes. Today marks the day you’re free of binds that hold you back.” He points at the choker on the floor. “No. More.”
A flood of emotions race through my veins. I have no clue how to handle any of what he just said and did. I haven’t been without the choker since my mother took her own life in fear of the daughter she put in this world.
“Hey.” His voice softly flows around me.
I feel the tips of his fingers slide into my purple hair to tilt my head back. Glancing into his blood-filled eyes, I’m captivated by the crimson swirling in those depths while they hold the warmth he’s directing right at me.
“Everything new can take some time to get used to. Living here, having me around to bug you and throw havoc upon you. Hell, you might want to put a choker around my neck at some point,” he jokingly states and it makes me snort.
“There she is,” he huskily whispers and brushes his lips against mine.
I sigh into the kiss, feeling as if it’s the ground I need underneath my feet to carry the weight of a thousand worlds. Because that’s what it feels like. To be cut loose and have the responsibility of the freedom to use my abilities.
I gasp when I feel a sharp sting on my scalp, realizing Fiero tightened his fist into my hair to pull me back into the here and now.
“Lost you again for a second there,” he murmurs. “I want you to relax. Let me make you drift into bliss.”
“Bliss?” I ask in confusion.
He jerks his chin into the direction of the bed. “Bliss. If you strip naked, spread your legs, and let me suck on your pussy I’ll rip every coherent thought from your head until there’s only pleasure left.”
His words sure sound tempting and I wonder if it’s possible.
All I can reply is the question, “Promise?”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “I’ll fucking vow it.”
Curious about every single part of what he has to offer, I take a step into the direction of the bed. I’ve been brought up in a protected environment with the standards as high as the prison walls my father surround me with. I’ve never had sex and Fiero’s lips on mine were the first experiences of a kiss I’ve encountered.
Though, Zipporah introduced me to steamy stories when she handed me her digital library. I never knew a tiny device could hold so many books. I devoured many ever since. Each and every one with steamy bedroom scenes to dream away into a world of fiction I was sure I would never so much as experience a hint from in the real world.
Because in those books people didn’t treat others the way my father treated me. Being a princess also meant men who came into our home didn’t look at me directly; or my father would have their head. But besides that, I was feared for my abilities. Everything was screwed up. Until Fiero, who doesn’t seem afraid nor looks at me differently.
Deciding to take him up on the offer–because drifting into bliss sure sounds perfect right about now–I turn my back to him, hoping he understands what I’m asking without words. Of course, he does. I feel his fingers on my bare back before he slid down the zipper.
Anticipation brings up self-consciousness along with the lack of experience. The way his hands easily roam my body to rid it of the fabric covering my skin makes me aware of how he must have had many women before me.
The mafia world was a cruel place where men were free to do as they pleased and no matter how well they tried to cloak their actions, it didn’t stop me from finding out about the torture, murders, infidelity, and many more things each man did without blinking twice.
“Relax,” he muses. “You’re in control. I won’t do anything against your will.”
“How many–” I start but I cut off the question, knowing I don’t want to hear the answer.
Hurt and jealousy hit me out of nowhere. Where the hell is this coming from and why do I care?
“Never mind,” I snap.
My dress pools on the floor when he grabs my shoulders and spins me around. His warm hands cup my face but I refuse to look at him.
“Eyes,” Fiero firmly says. “Give them to me and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”
“I don’t,” I croak on a whisper, not wanting to hear what he has to say.
“You do, I promise.” The softness in his voice draws me in and I let my gaze collide with his.
He jerks his chin toward the file cabinet behind me. “Those drawings I showed you? I made them many years ago. My parents are eternal mates and everything combined made me determined I’d find mine soon enough and with that in mind I never felt any attraction toward casual women. Doesn’t mean I’m a total saint but it does mean I saved myself for the one woman who was worthy enough I could share every first with. With your reaction I can assume I’m your first as well.”
Words fail me and my jaw drops. I’m switching to mimicking a fish as I gather my thoughts, confused by what he just told me.
Because if this is true. If I understand this insanely handsome man before me who cut off my binds and accepts me completely without fear he’s…he’s a… “A virgin? You?”
He shrugs. “If you want to put a label on it. I’ve never shoved my cock into a pussy, or into a woman’s mouth, or ass for that matter. I do fuck my own hand at the thought of doing just that. Hell, I’ve watched enough porn to fill a pool with my cum so with my dirty mind intact I might not completely live up to the whole virtue thing.”
“I read a lot of hot and steamy books,” I blurt. “Zipporah calls it her porn stash. Once she shared it with me, I bought a lot more to build my own private collection.”
A slow grin spreads his face. “See? We fit very well together.” His pupils dilate and I can see pure desire aimed right at me; all for me. I shiver when he roughly says, “Let me lick you.” It’s spoken in a demanding way, certainly not a question.
A sweet slow burn of tingles spreads low in my belly while my legs carry me over to the bed. Our gaze stays connected when I scoot back and let my legs fall open. Where I felt self-confident a moment ago, it’s completely dissolved due to our open conversation.