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He gripped my arms as his breath hit my face. “I am not going to leave you here so he can play his games.”
“I’m going to talk to him tomorrow, and then I will leave with you.” I pointed to the table. “We don’t need all of this. No one was supposed to die tonight. He’s sick, and he’s hell bent on making me suffer.”
“Then I will handle him.”
“It’s not your place.”
“I am not asking your permission!” He lifted from his seat, forcing me off his lap and leaving me stunned at his anger.
“Please,” I begged, knowing the outcome if the two men ever faced each other. “Please, just give me a day. I’ll come back to Charleston with you.”
“You continue to gamble with your life, Taylor, as if it means nothing. Why are you so intent on dying?” He pulled his shirt over his head and slipped off his shoes as he waited for my answer.
“My mother used to convince me I wouldn’t live long, and after she’d said it enough, I began to believe her, to accept it.”
He remained silent as he watched me, trying to figure me out.
“I need to go check on Amber.”
“No, you do not. She will not wake.”
“What do you want from me?” My voice was gravelly with exhaustion. He crossed the room wearing nothing but his jeans, his ripped chest begging for the stroke of my tongue. He hovered over me, masculine, dangerous, and beautiful.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please, just fuck me.”
Without hesitation, he pushed me against the door, his arms braced above me. “Why?”
“Because I want you.”
“And your affection for this man…Laz?”
“You’re jealous?” I saw his anger and couldn’t help the full feeling expanding in my chest. He gave me little time to bask in my victory as he leaned in and bit my neck. A cry of surprise erupted from me as I clawed at his bare chest. He stilled my arms, soothing his bite with soft lips.
“God, please don’t make me wait.” He pulled me toward him, his lips still attached to my neck, and pulled my clothes off in a rush. I breathed out his name as he pushed two fingers through my waiting, dripping pussy. I leaned into his touch, thankful for the reprieve of my busy brain.
“Do not go numb on me, Taylor,” he hissed as his digits explored me and a third finger slid into my back entrance. He caught my gasp with his mouth, his tongue stroking velvet licks against mine. Intoxicated and completely full of him, I moaned into his mouth as I kissed h
im. We melted together, our movements unrehearsed but perfectly synced. I pulled his cock from his pants, rubbing the silky tip with my thumb before stroking its thickness.
He pulled his fingers from me, and I sank to my knees, kissing down his manicured chest, keeping a firm hand on his cock. Once there, I worshiped him as I heard his steady exhale. He began to fuck my mouth hard, moving his hips and gripping my head possessively. Without warning, he pulled me up by my hair and gripped my hips, impaling me. I screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he nailed me to the wall in rough, thorough strokes. My back slid up and down the rough surface as he punished me, his eyes as penetrating as the muscle he was fucking me with.
He gripped my bare breast with his teeth and bit down hard before sucking it deep into his mouth. I clawed the crown of his head, pushing him away as he pounded into me without mercy, my body tightening to the point of pain before I exploded my release. I heard the sound of our sex as Daniello flexed and moved inside me, never slowing, never stopping. Our bodies covered in sweat, we exchanged needy tongues, fueling our hunger.
On the floor minutes later, my back screamed at the feel of the rough carpet. Daniello moved inside me, fucking me, owning me.
I heard his grunt as he pulled away from me sharply, fisting his cock and spewing his hot cum all over my chest. He brought his soiled hand to my lips, and I licked it clean as he rubbed his orgasm all over me.
“Beautiful,” he rasped out as he circled my nipple with his drenched finger. “You are the only woman I see.”
A large part of me melted in that moment as he looked at my body in awe. His fingers drifted down to my sex as he again pushed them inside of me. I moaned in protest, sore from his brutal cock, as he began to kiss me. Minutes later, I shuddered with release as he fingered me to the point of orgasm, twice.
We showered together, and for the first time, bathed one another with gentle hands and shared long tongue-filled kisses. We toweled each other off with soft smiles and spent the night in the dark motel, confessing from our separate pillows, my leg wrapped around his torso.
“My home is in Italy,” he murmured as his fingers strummed my thigh. “Barga.”
“It must be beautiful,” I whispered, close to sleep with the steady movement of his fingers. He pulled my thigh up to get a better reach as he whispered.
“It is home, and yes it is beautiful. It is the only place I do not feel pressure, expectations.”
