Devil’s Thirst: A Mafia Stalker Romance (The Moretti Men Book 1)
Devil’s Thirst: Chapter 16

I’m not sure what was better—the feel of her wetness soaking her panties or the words “only you” on her perfect pink lips. And her taste. Jesus Christ, the honey taste of her kiss had me starved for more.

I can’t fathom how no one else has locked down this woman and claimed her. That’s simply more evidence that she was made for me. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

The trick will be convincing her of the same.

While the walls between us have thinned, they started out thicker than the Great Wall of China. What I’d like to do is toss a stick of C-4 at the damn thing. It’s tempting, but it’d make a holy mess of everything. I have to earn her trust. At least now, I have someplace to start.

I’ve heard of The Society. Amelie’s brother-in-law infiltrated their organization before I left for Sicily. I heard after I left that members were picked off one at a time until nothing was left, but I’ll have to get more specific details. At the time, it wasn’t relevant. I wish I’d paid more attention. I want to know every goddamn thing there is to know about the group and why Amelie is so terrified of them when they’re supposed to be nonexistent.

She’s blaming paranoia, but I don’t buy it.

I watched her every movement for two whole weeks. She didn’t show a single sign of delusional paranoia. Whatever has her running in fear is very real, and if I can’t get her to trust me with the truth, I can’t keep her safe.

Gaining her physical surrender won’t be an issue. Her body is already attuned to mine and primed for submission. But that’s not enough. I need every part of her. If I’m going to lose my fucking mind over a woman, I’m not settling for scraps. I will own all her hopes and fears—her secrets will be my secrets—and she will be my purpose on this earth. That’s where this madness has taken me. Nothing else seems to exist beyond my need for Amelie.

How ironic that she expects me to run scared.

She couldn’t get rid of me if she wanted to. Granted, I plan to ensure it never comes to that. I’ll lure her in slowly, convincing her to rely on me until she can’t replace her way without me. And I won’t feel a lick of guilt because she’ll know the devil at her side when she finally relinquishes her soul.

Until then, however, I have to stick to the plan. That included ending our kiss in a way that left us both wanting. I need her to be fixated on what might come next, unable to focus on anything else.

Maybe then she’ll have a tiny idea of what it’s like to be me.