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He couldn’t help himself, throwing my supposed loathing back in my face. Sadly, he was right, my body betrayal something I couldn’t take back or avoid. I struggled with the ugly thoughts in my head even as the pleasure he was providing exponentiated. It was as if he’d known my body for years, providing exactly what I needed. While I was still thrown by the complexity of our strange, budding relationship, I couldn’t ignore the connection we shared.
Although I’d never admit it was as if we were destined to be together. That simply wouldn’t be true, not even if I wanted it to be.
He pulled almost all the way out, plunging into me again, the hard push driving me into the soft comforter. Seconds later, he yanked my other leg around his, easing onto his forearms as he continued. As he’d done before, he never blinked, trying to catch my every emotion as he powered into me.
I realized I was digging my nails into his skin, a single drop of blood appearing from how hard I’d clenched his arms. If he noticed, I certainly couldn’t tell by the famished look in his eyes, yet it was entirely different than before.
The look was one daring me to lose myself in him.
To fall into the darkness of sin.
He was the kind of man any woman would find herself craving, his shallow dimples providing a less dangerous appearance but there was no mistaking who and what he was.
Somehow, his look of utter desire pulled me in a little closer, the scent of him stronger.
He rolled his hips, developing a perfect rhythm, my entire body responding. There was something almost desperate about his need to fill me with his seed.
I was immediately taken to a moment of bliss, unable to come down from the high plateau he’d placed me on. Within seconds, I knew I was losing the battle of trying not to satisfy him or myself, the extreme pleasure tipping the scales.
As another orgasm pounded my system, I did what I could to bite back a cry.
“That’s it, la mia donna. Come for me. Come on my cock. I adore the way your face writhes when you do.”
The way he continued to call me his woman almost felt like a reprimand, but when he used the name Maria, I felt like a fraud. Besides, there was no way of stopping the powerful release, the scream erupting from the depths of my being as unexpected as the climax had been.
“Good girl. My very good girl.”
I didn’t want to be his good anything but as the wave continued rolling through me, my toes curled from the extra sensitivity I was experiencing.
And the bastard knew it too, the explosive grin on his face one I wanted to wipe off.
He thrust hard and fast, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy for what seemed like twenty minutes, his stamina as shocking as the moment.
But he wasn’t ready to erupt deep inside just yet, instead using his upper body strength to return me to his lap as he lifted himself to be able to sit on the bed. A single whimper escaped my mouth from his actions, another more bountiful wave of excitement coursing through me.
“I’m not done with you by a long shot,” he whispered, the husky sound ringing in my ears.
As we locked eyes again, I rolled my arms over his shoulders, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair, no longer able to blink even if I wanted to. It was as if he was challenging me to do so, daring me to be the first one to break our electric connection. I refused to give him the satisfaction, finding myself bucking hard against him instead.
If that was my attempt at taking back control over the situation, not allowing him to get under my skin, I was hopelessly doomed. We rocked together for several minutes and the way he slid his hand down to the small of my back was more protective than I’d expected. Only seconds later, I was certain he was going to come.
A part of me wanted to continue this delicious but awkward game of seduction, but I knew I wouldn’t come out the winner. His raw magnetism was too overpowering, his needs too intense.
And now his expression was one I couldn’t read, as if the charming man was deciding between kissing or killing me.
He made the decision, dipping his head, allowing another growl to slide up from his throat as he captured my mouth. There was no hesitation, the man immediately thrusting his tongue inside. I could taste myself on him and it disgusted me, but there was no turning back now, no chance to return to the life I’d been living only four weeks before. The kiss was more savage, his claiming of my mouth exactly as he’d done to my body. Only there was something more ferocious about his actions, a dance of ownership that kept me breathless.
I marveled in the way he held me, undulating my hips as his cock throbbed deep inside.
When he finally allowed me to swim up for air, I laughed before gasping, struggling to do something simple like learning how to breathe all over again.
As every muscle in his body stiffened, I lolled my head to the side, suddenly more exhausted than I’d ever been in my life. Yet I managed to squeeze my pussy muscles, clamping around his shaft like a tight vise. And in those few precious moments of feeling like I had control, he erupted deep inside. Somehow, I knew it would be short lived.
The man would never allow his wife to be in control of anything.
Especially if he learned the ugly truth, the one that would sign my death warrant.
CHAPTER 4
