“Your dick is still inside me,” she muttered sleepily.
“Is that a problem?”
She seemed to consider it before sighing, “No. I don’t want him to leave.”
“Good,” I groaned, feeling my cock twitch inside her. “You can start charging him rent because he has no intention of going anywhere. Get some rest,Ribelle. He’ll wake you up again soon.”
“Can’t wait,” she said with a soft smile painted on her lips.
Cazzo. Questa donna.
Man Of His Word
Santino Buccini was a man of his word.
I woke slowly to the feel of his hardening cock inside me as he shifted his hips, rolling them into me with slow, deliberate strokes. I moaned, feeling sore but not enough to stop him, because it still felt too good. Sani was behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around my body, pressing my back against his chest as he fucked me slowly. His mouth trailed kisses down my neck as he pulled me out of my groggy state.
“How long have we slept for?” I asked, my voice thick with exhaustion but also arousal as I shifted back into him.
“Nearly four hours. Go back to sleep if you’re still tired,” he husked, his lips moving against the shell of my ear. “But I’ve been a starved man,Ribelle.Will you let me take what I need while you do?”
His voice. God. It did such insanely erotic things to me. And when he talked like that, I was done for. The thought of him taking me, of him craving me so much he couldn’t wait, just made my desire flare in my stomach and my pussy clench around him in answer.
“Okay,” I whispered, staying in my side position, keeping my eyes closed and fighting back a smile. “Have fun.”
He hooked my leg over his, and his fingers found my clit as he rocked inside me. I kept my eyes closed, biting my lower lip to stifle a moan and pretending to go back to sleep. But of course, it was impossible. Especially when he picked up the pace, rolling those hips expertly and rubbing that piercing against a spot inside me that no other had ever come close to finding.
My body burned white-hot as I tried my best to stay still and silent. Why was this so arousing? Why was his taking what he wanted from me, while I gave him nothing but my submission, tightening my core with unbearable need?
I’d never been fucked by a man so confident in his ability to command my pleasure. I’d never felt so much pleasure, full stop. I lasted only two minutes before he was fucking into me with such abandon that I couldn’t keep quiet. And whenwe both came, it was like an explosion of intimacy, a connection I’d never felt with another soul.
It was as if he knew my body better than I did. He could sense when I needed it faster, slower, or harder. When I needed his fingers on my clit while he pounded me into the mattress. When I needed his mouth on my neck, sucking my nipples, or kissing me like I was his only lifeline. Passion. That’s what it was. I’d never felt passion like this.
Afterward, I must have dozed off again, because Santino woke me hours later, not with his dick this time but with a soft kiss. I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me. He rolled on top of me from where he had been perched on the edge of the bed, letting his body blanket mine as my hands wandered over his naked back. I’d never get enough of his body. He was so masculine. So hard. So beautiful.
He broke the kiss as it started to grow heated again, grinning down at me as he brushed his nose against mine. “As much as I’d love to,Bella Ribelle, you’ll be too sore. Let’s take a bath instead.”
“Together?”
“Si.”He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. The scent of calming eucalyptus and lavender filled my nose, and I gasped at the scene. He’d brought in the candles I’d left in his office, and the bath was filled with pink rose petals and bubbles. He didn’t put me down. Instead, he stepped into the water, still carrying me, and then carefully lowered us into the warmth. He positioned me between his legs, leaning back so I could rest my back against his chest and my head on his shoulder, while his hands glided over my skin, washing me.
“You really are a romantic, aren’t you?” I teased, twisting my head to glance at him.
He smirked, gave me a goddamn forehead kiss, and said, “For the right woman.”
My stomach swooped, and my heart squeezed with that feeling that was becoming all too familiar. It was his utter certainty that I was ‘the right woman’ that made me want to run, because how could he be so sure? But now that I was no longer fighting against him, I could see it for what it really was. Devotion.
No one had ever made me feel like I was their entire world before. And it was terrifying how much I liked it. So much could still go wrong between us. But the thought of losing his devotion, of losing him, made me feel sick to my stomach. I’d grown attached. I’d tried so hard for years not to become too attached to anyone after losing my mum, but he’d somehow succeeded in a few weeks.
“Where did you go?” he whispered, searching my eyes as his brows tensed.
I swallowed and looked away, leaning my head back against his shoulder and gliding my hands through the petals and bubbles. I’d made my choice to stay, andI needed to own it. That meant being as truthful as he was with me.
“I’m scared to want you as much as I do, Sani.” There, I finally admitted it.
He rested his chin on my shoulder and lifted his hand, letting droplets fall onto my exposed breasts that peeked above the water. “Why?”
“Because… What if this doesn’t work out? What if mypapinever stops until you are behind bars?”
