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It always comes back to the love and safety. Even with as intense as this moment is, I know instinctually that he only wants good for me. Pleasure, comfort, everything.
When he hears my words, the pace Santino’s hips have set stutters. He looks at me wildly through our reflections, and with nothing more than a grunt and a thud, I’m suddenly on my back. He thrusts back inside me in one smooth motion before hooking my legs over his shoulders and bending me in half.
I scream.
It’s too much. The angle he fills me at, how big the position makes him feel, how vulnerable and at his mercy I suddenly become—it’s all too much and yet I can’t get enough of it.
Overwhelmed, I feel a tear slip down my cheek, and then another. My hands fly up around his neck as he dips his head to kiss me.
And that’s when it hit me.
The world goes white. My body convulses as wave after wave of ecstasy hits me. Through the sound of blood rushing through my ears, I hear Santino grunt in time with his thrusts before letting out a low snarl. He goes stiff above me and his cock twitches against my walls.
It’s only when he gently sets my legs down that I realize it’s all over. I’m not sure how long we laid there like that, wrapped up in each other, panting as we both come down from finishing. It could have been seconds, but it also could have been so much more.
And I’d never know the difference.
That’s what moments with this man feel like. They’re everything to me.
When he pulls out, I hiss at the loss. His seed begins to trickle from my center, warm and thick. I watch as his eyes darken when he sees it. He leans forward and runs a finger through the mess he made, satisfaction clear as day on his face. And then he presses a finger into me, as if trying to put his spend back inside.
I whimper needily.
Santino chuckles at me. “There’s plenty more where that came from, sweetheart.”
Still dazed with the heat of the moment, I decide to let my burning question out. I need to confirm that this really feels as good for him as it does for me. I can speculate all I want about it, but just asking him is the best way to know.
“Do you mean it?” I ask him, sitting up to look into his eyes. “Is what we have real?”
His brow furrows immediately. “Did anything about that seem less than real to you?”
“No!” I rush out. “I mean, it’s like a dream, but a good one. But did you really mean it when you said I was yours?”
He reaches forward, pulling me into his lap. Our clothes are scattered all over the floor, and the poor carpet that had softened the floor for us may be a lost cause cleaning-wise. Santino kisses my temple as he folds his body around mine and turns us to face out the window. It’s fully dark now, giving us the perfect view of the skyline of the city as it twinkles like the few stars we can see shining above.
“Yes,” he says. His lips brush against my skin as he speaks. “I meant everything I said, even in the heat of the moment.”
Another question burns at the back of my mind. I want to ask him who he is, how he got all of this wealth and status. And while I know it’s something I will eventually have to ask, I know in my heart that whatever he tells me won’t change how I feel about him.
Perhaps that’s a bad thing. It’s odd that he was already right there when I got pulled over earlier today, but I’m not willing to let that bother me. I’m sure he has a reasonable explanation, just like I’m sure that deep beneath the animalistic intensity he often has, he’s a good man. An honest one.
Maybe he’ll have some secrets to tell me along the way, but I have them too. He hasn’t asked me about my stolen car, for example. I know I’ll have to tell him at some point, and at that point, I might as well tell him about my stepfather and why I came to the city.
But just like he knew not to press for details earlier when I was feeling so emotional and overwhelmed, I’m not going to press him for information yet either.
I’m on top of the world, curled up in the arms of a man I’m falling hard and fast for.
For now, I just want to enjoy this moment while it lasts.
Reality can wait for a little while longer.
Chapter Seven
Santino
The call comes at midnight.
For a moment, I consider ignoring it. The urge to stay and continue sleeping at Renee’s side is almost too strong to resist, but I know deep down that this is important. If I want to keep her safe, I need to eradicate my rat problem once and for all. Before, I had nothing to protect. All I needed to do was assert my dominance as a leader and prove that I was above the petty bullshit my uncles were trying to pull. In doing so, I’d end up with more power, but it’s not something I was afraid of losing.
