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“I do,” he silenced me. He gave me a warm kiss on my forehead. Heat slid up to the back of my neck. “Does this truce involve sex?”
Of course. Isn’t that why the man was into me? His fuck machine. A shiver of bitterness ran up my spine. “If you want.”
“I do. I do want.” He eyed me like I was his addiction. I was the spiced-up Amaro he liked to drink. His eyes glinted with something I couldn’t pinpoint, and he moved his hand to unbutton my shirt.
I jerked away, swatting his hands off. “Not now,” I hissed. “We have visitors.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” I swear his words set off a fire in between my legs. He shoved me against the desk, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my breasts. “Jesus, you can torture me. Do you ever wear a bra?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer before he took a nipple into his mouth, tugging harshly.
Horny as I was, I had to think of the two people I had left behind in the living room. “Antonio, please,” I pleaded as I tried to tug his head. Half-heartedly.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them on the desk behind me. “We haven’t fucked for ages, tesoro mio,” he mumbled against my breasts. “I’ll be quick, I promise. Sì?”
“Fine,” I muttered. I would do this for him— not entirely.
“You just have to stay quiet.”
I bristled at his order but forgot about it when he crushed his mouth to mine. Our kiss turned wild instantly. Like wildfire on a dry summer. Our lips infused together, sucking the life out of each other. It was like he was trying to make me combust with just a kiss.
He grabbed my ass harshly and pulled me closer to his thickness. Letting my arms go, he grabbed a handful of my skirt and jerked it up.
A frustrated sigh escaped him. “Fuck! I don’t have time for this shit.” He ripped my underwear open, muttering to himself more than me he would buy me a whole damn shop.
His movements were jerky as he unbuckled himself and pushed his trousers down, together with his boxers. His erection sprang free, head angry, pulsing for release.
His eyes closed for a second, and a groan spilt out as he rubbed himself against me, precum oozing.
I wiggled closer and aligned him with my slit, my knees spread wide. A whimper escaped me when he pushed inside. My muscles clenched.
“You never…can…keep quiet,” he rasped. Heat pulsed inside me. He made it sound more like a compliment than an insult.
He pulled out completely and thrust back in, pulling my head up to plunge his tongue into my mouth. My gasp got sucked into his.
He was so deep inside me that there wasn’t any emptiness anymore. Wrapping my legs around him, I kept him tight against me.
He read my mind when he muttered just below my ear, “No more fights. Promise. Me. No. More. Fights.” His warm voice on my skin sent sparks up the back of my neck.
“No. More. Fights,” I groaned.
Pushing my torso flat on the desk, he thrust in and out of me. Hard and deep, just the way I liked it. The dark swirl of his eyes rested on my breasts. He let his hands follow the path. His hands captured them. “Fucking missed these.”
He hadn’t missed me. Just my body. It was better than nothing. Still, I couldn’t hold his gaze. My jaw trembled. I let my eyes drop to where our bodies joined.
Shit. So hot.
The room was heavy with sound. Our breaths and groans filled every nook, every shelf, and filtered into every book. Maybe my friends heard us. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe the gardener passed by the window. Maybe he didn’t. I didn’t care anymore. I loved having him go in and out of me. The heat I felt outside spread inside, making my muscles clench inside. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the imminent scream. It was beautiful how perfectly tuned he was to my body. Sweat spilt under my breasts, and a flush heated my body. Leaning over, he took my mouth just in time to swallow my scream.
I held on tight to him as he jerked inside me, emptying his cum in me. I loved him the most when he was like this. As much a victim to his body as me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DIVYA
Ilove this life you and I are creating.
I watched the man sauntering over to us with a glass of Amaro in his hand.
Cora and I, lounging on the sun lounger, got excited. It was clear he was the highlight of our lives. The baby, jiggling her buttocks on my belly, launched into action. Bubbling enthusiastically, saliva dripping, she took to the floor, like an alligator taking to the water on a lazy, sunny afternoon and crawled to her father.
