‘Perhaps we should simplify this?’ he said, his intent clear.
He planned to seduce me again, to make me beg, so that he could regain the upper hand, so that he could ensure my compliance. Because he knew I didn’t have any defence against the sensations he stirred so effortlessly.
But when his free hand rose to cup my breast and he drew his thumb across the hard, aching tip, his touch entitled, possessive, I didn’t fight the sensations shooting down to my core or the need flooding my already damp panties. Because I wasn’t afraid of this connection anymore.
My back arched, my body instinctively leaning into the caress.
He let out a gruff chuckle, his voice raw with the same hunger already consuming me. He tugged me closer to stroke my neck with his tongue, where my pulse pounded. His arm banded around my back, drawing me flush against him. I writhed against the thick outline of his erection.
‘The doctor said it will not harm the baby to fuck you…’ He growled against my ear, the crude words startling me.
Was that why he hadn’t taken me on the plane, when I had been soaked in afterglow and desperate to feel him inside me again? Not because he had been trying to control me, but because he had been trying to control himself.
The thought sent power lancing through me. The only way he could use this incendiary chemistry against me was if I let him. If I enjoyed it, if I indulged it, if I owned it the way he did, he couldn’t use it to control me again.
He kneaded my buttocks, then dragged my leg up to hook it over his hip, dipping slightly to rub the thick erection against the spot where I ached the most through our wet clothing.
‘I will not need to tie you down if I keep you riding my cock, Mia,’ he groaned, the words meant to intimidate me—but the strain I could see on his face only made me feel bolder. This desperate hunger, this elemental need made us equal because the desire to quench it was unstoppable now for both of us.
I clasped his cheeks, brought his gaze to mine, dry humping him for all I was worth, to relieve the empty ache in my sex—and not ashamed to let him know it.
‘Do I have your word on that, Vito?’ I demanded, throwing his own ultimatum back at him.
Astonishment flashed across his features, swiftly followed by hunger…and admiration.
My heartbeat thundered against my ribs.
Although I lacked his physical strength, and could never be as ruthless or as dangerous, I had bested Vito at his own game—simply by matching his demands with demands of my own. Demands I knew now I would never be ashamed of again.
‘You little witch,’ he barked, lifting me effortlessly into his arms, clasping my hips and forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, making me brutally aware of that thick ridge working me into a frenzy. ‘I will make you pay for that…’
I sank my fingers into his short hair, dragged his mouth to mine, the desire firing through my nerve endings from everywhere our bodies touched, making me feel powerful and free at last.
‘Promises, promises…’ I groaned against his lips before covering his hard mouth with mine.
He let out a pained laugh before grasping my head to angle my mouth and take the kiss deep, while holding me aloft with the forearm banded under my bum. He marched towards the rock staircase as we devoured each other, my breasts pressed against his chest, the sweet spot between my thighs weeping in agonised ecstasy at the thought of what was to come.
He stopped abruptly, though, as we reached the cliff steps.
‘Dio, I cannot carry you up all those stairs before I get inside you. It will kill me,bella…’ he moaned.
I gazed at him, his desperation making the power charge through me again, burning away the last of my inhibitions. ‘Then don’t.’
He dropped me to my feet on the sand in a secluded area next to the cliffs, then grasped the neck of my negligée and ripped it down the middle, leaving me trembling and aching and exposed to him. The warmth of the sun on my damp skin was nothing to the fire building inside me. He draped the torn material on the sand and clasped my hand, directing me to lie on the makeshift bed. I did as I was told, his expression so intense it brushed over my skin like a physical caress.
He murmured something in Italian, but I could see the fierce approval in his eyes as he followed me down, his hands stroking my curves, learning me all over again. He hooked his thumbs in my panties, worked them off, then threw them away. Kneeling between my spread thighs, he clasped my bum and lifted my sex to his mouth, licking and kissing the heart of me. I rose to meet his tongue, my clit so swollen already it felt like a boulder between my legs. Unlike before on the plane, when he had been the one in control, coaxing me, destroying me, making me beg, this time he simply devoured me, forcing me to a fast, hard and unforgiving climax in seconds.
The glittering shards pulsed through me, exploding from my core, my mind fraying, my body no longer my own, the power ebbing and flowing as I rode the whirlwind only he had ever caused.
But when he rose over me, releasing the thick erection from his pants, I pushed up on my elbows to clasp him in my hand.
He groaned again as I ran my fingers from the root to the tip, the pulsing heat of him powerful and overwhelming, but also mine. I slid my thumb across the broad head, gathering the slippery drops of pre-cum, the scent of him addictive. The sight of his face taut with longing and that huge cock jumping from my touch was so erotic it made my sex hurt.
I needed him inside me, now.
He grasped my wrist to stop me from caressing him. ‘Troppo,’ he growled. ‘It is too much.’
Cradling my hips in hard hands, he forced my knees wide to accommodate him, then palmed the massive erection and pressed it to my slick folds.
