Vicious Minds (Children of Vice #4)(69)

Gripping her throat with one hand and a breast with the other, I kissed the side of her face. “Don’t look away. I want you to see how you sinful you look right now with me inside you.”

Her eyes barely open, she looked back into the mirror and I sped up, the sound of our skin slapping together, our breaths, and our moans the only thing filling my ears.

“Ethan, please, more,” she begged, obviously out to kill me. I pulled out, my cock covered with her slickness, and she whined until I entered her ass. The bed shook beneath us, and I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open with how tightly her walls squeezed around me.

“Yes! Oh! YES!” she screamed, coming.

Fuck! I was nowhere ready to let go of her but apparently my body had other plans. Her body rocked with mine as I kissed her neck and I unloaded in her.

“This isn’t over, La mia anima.” I panted as I rested on top of her.

She grinned, closing her eyes. “Good. Where is the wine?”

I’m never going to be able to tame this woman. It took me a second before I could pull out of her and I lay back, trying to ignore the spots in my vision. Because she obviously wasn’t human, she sat up looking around the bed for the wine.

“I love this one.” She sat beside me on the bed and drank from the dark colored bottle. She gulped it like water before offering it to me. I drank only a little bit and handed it back.

“So, what are we calling this place?” She looked around the room. “Your sex dungeon?”

“A little luxurious for a dungeon, don’t you think?” I said gently, pulling her to sit in between my thighs. She rested her back against my chest and drank again.

“I’m a very luxurious prisoner. So, it fits,” she joked, and I smiled at that.

“It’s the angel room.”

“The angel room?”

“An angel fell from the sky, right in front of me and I’ve been letting her wander around on her own, wreaking havoc on mankind. I think it’s time to keep her close by,” I whispered that last part, brushing my hands down her arms.

“Sex makes you very sentimental.”

“No, just you,” I replied, and she turned, staring at me.

“Are you telling me to move to Chicago?” That was one of the things I loved about her. She was quick understand me.

“Yes.”

“No.”

I frowned. One of things I hated was her unwavering stubbornness. She didn’t let go of her plans unless there was a logical reason for it; me wanting her close wasn’t logical enough, apparently. “Calli, this is almost over—”

“I will move back when it is. Until then I’m not moving into a separate house like your damn mistress. Living here while that…woman is in the Callahan mansion. The easier it is for you to get to me or Gigi, the more comfortable you’re going to get.”

Was she insane? “Do you really think I’m the type of the man who’d just leave you and my daughter living on the sidelines—”

“No, but we need to also keep in mind the unexpected…until this is officially over, and Klarissa and her family are gone, I’m going to remain where I’ve always been, where I bloody well choose.”

“Fine. I have enough on the Moretti’s. I’ll take care of them tomorrow—”

“Ethan…”

“She’s almost four, Calliope.” I reminded her. “The memories that stick with a child for the rest of their lives begin when they turn four. My daughter is coming home. You are coming home. If the world is coming for us, I want us united under the same damn roof the Callahans have always been united under.”

She exhaled and put her head on my chest. “It’s hard to reason with you when you do this.”

“Aren’t you tired?” I asked, kissing the top of her head. To my surprise she nodded an admission.

“I am,” she said softly. “But like you said earlier, the difference between us and everyone else is our sacrifice.”

“Don’t use my words against me.” I frowned, and she giggled…actually giggled, wrapping her arms around me.

“You have enough on Moretti?”

“Tobias has been helping.” The little cunt.

“The little cunt,” she said, as if she could read my mind. Her eyes met mine “You still want Dona to do it?”

“I need her to do it. It’s the only way she’ll come to terms with it. But she can’t kill him unless I give her permission, and I can’t give her permission without exposing the fact that I want her to do it.” What a fucking clusterfuck.

“It’s a fucking clusterfuck,” she commented and this time I just stared at her, baffled. “What?” Her eyes were wide with confusion.

I just shook my head. “I need to think of something that gives her the right to kill him without me being there.”

“Don’t be there.” I could see her trying to piece together a plan. I wondered if this is how I looked too.

“Go on.”

“If you are called away for work in another area, who do you usually leave in charge?”

“No one,” I answered, not sure why she asked. “Just because I’m in another location doesn’t mean I still don’t know what’s happening at home.”