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THIRTY-FOUR
ANTHONY
And?
And I was a tool and walked away, thinking I had the power to break Rebecca with my cock. That she’d love it so much, she’d back off.
Now I didn’t know what to think.
“Anthony?” she prodded me.
“We’re thinking about it, Becca.”
She exhaled and shook her head.
“Hey.” I brushed her cheek and her skin heated under my touch.
“Hey,” she said back, staring at me with those big blue eyes.
I leaned in and kissed her because it was really all I had. My name, my charisma, and my looks made women fall at my feet all over the place.
I broke the kiss and said, “What do you want besides running Domenico Holdings? And stopping Sunrise?”
“Nothing.”
“That can’t be true. You were in love with Sebastien. Did you want to get married and have a family?”
Her jaw trembled at my mentioning how she loved Bastien. “Have you looked around, Anthony? Women can have it all. Love, family, and a career.”
I folded my arms. “That applies to women working in a bank. Or fetching coffee in an office. You know that cannot realistically apply to a woman running a company like Domenico Holdings and an entire organized crime syndicate in a city like Manhattan.”
“I assume there’s something in between. I’m determined to find it. You can...” She slid her arms across my shoulders. “Fight me. Or help me.”
“I’d really rather fuck you.”
She smiled and stood back. “There’s no one watching. No one here to see you humiliate me.”
“There was no one in that dark corridor. That was me. That guy yelling at you in front of people and lifting your dress? That wasn’t me. Would never be.” I gripped her pussy. “This is mine, and no one sees it or touches it ever again.”
I made her come in my private lounge.
Lust skittered across my skin remembering Gian’s bold announcement. How it hardened my cock to hear him say he made her come. The way watching her with Sebastien all those years had.
Time was slipping away. Rebecca would choose her fate soon and might ruin us all. The fantasy of her living quietly in my Hamptons mansion died in front of my eyes. She wasn’t leaving Manhattan, not leaving an empty throne.
To keep her, I had to give her what she wanted. Her eyes said at the very least, right now, she wanted me. Wanted me to love her. Fuck, I was already there.
I pressed my lips against her, and she opened up to me. I dropped the flashlight, the metal casing dinging against the tile floor. I stomped on it to keep it from rolling so we wouldn’t be in total darkness trying to get out of here.
Her lips felt like velvet cushions I could slide my cock across and come so fucking fast. Her warm mouth consumed me as my tongue danced with hers. “Excuse me,” I rasped, taking out my phone. While kissing her neck, I said, “Pick me up now. I’m at the pavilion next to the condo. Two minutes, or I—”
“Yes, sir. One minute.”
“You don’t have to be such a dick, Anthony,” Becca said with amusement in her tone.
“Tight ship, angel.” I cupped her pussy again. “You know something about that.”
“Now you do too.”
And Bastien. and Gian. What the fuck was I doing?
*
I MADE BECCA COME WITHmy mouth in the limo and then let her taste her wetness on my mouth in my private elevator to my penthouse. Inside my living room, I pushed her against the wall. “Do you feel this too? Am I alone here?” The raging intensity of Rebecca’s kisses had my brain scrambled.
“No, you’re not alone. I’m also confused.”
“Me too. I wasn’t supposed to fall for you like this.” I held her chin and kissed her, the sweetness of her mouth blowing my mind. “I watched Bastien fall apart after losing you. It scared the hell out of me. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t...”
“Anthony...”
In high school, I never thought I’d get that chance to be with her. I wanted her. I wanted Bastien too. And that confused the fuck out of me. I kept how I felt a secret. Just masturbated while listening to them. I angled the rearview to watch his ass flex, so round and perfect while he fucked her. His powerful thighs gave her such deep penetration. I imagined fucking his ass and then pulling out and fucking her too.
I grabbed Rebecca’s hand and brought her to the floor-to-ceiling windows to look at the lights of Manhattan below us. “Come on, angel, marry me. Our businesses can start merging. We’ll rule this city.” I slid down the strap of her dress, exposing a bare breast. My breath hitched, finding her nipple hard. “Do you want to fuck again?”
Her hands came up on the glass and her ass pressed into my groin. “Find out for yourself.”
The back of her dress fell into a wide deep V to her waist. “Christ, Becca.”
I found her still fucking wet from my mouth. And hot from the orgasms I’d given her.
I kissed her exposed back, her perfumed skin driving me crazy. I slid down the other twisted strap of her dress and the fucker slid right off.
“Step out of your dress, and take off your thong,” I said, low and gruff. I loved watching her undress for me. This was mind-blowing.
I stared at the front of her body through her reflection in the glass overlooking the city I wanted to rule. Her flesh, all that beautiful flesh, killed me. Her body felt like silk, and I ran my hands over every naked inch.
I kissed the back of her neck as she stood wearing nothing but her stilettos.
“I want you, Anthony, but I have to tell you something...”
“What?”
“I still love Bastien. I haven’t stopped. I won’t stop.” She took a breath still writhing her ass against me. “If you want to marry me, you have to take me knowing that.”
In a fucked-up way, I loved Bastien too. We grew up together, the guy was my best friend when we weren’t at each other’s throats. “I can live with that, Becca.”
“My body is yours, Anthony. Take me. Love me.”
I gripped her hips and ran my tongue down the curve of her back, anticipation making my heart pound as my cock grew painfully hard. Yet, I couldn’t turn her around. I licked my way up one of her thighs, turning inward toward her pussy. Plump smooth lips peeked through her thigh gap. I’d get to them, but I wanted something else.
Gripping each ass cheek, I spread them, exposing her dark hole, so fucking gorgeous. Mine.
My tongue flicked the ring of nerves and Becca let out the most delicious groan.
“Yes,” she purred. “I love that.”
How? And who? I didn’t bother to ask. I guessed Giancarlo. Fucker.
“So do I. I’m good at it. I’ll make it so good for you too.” I pushed my tongue past the resistance, and her hips bucked. “God, you’re so fucking tight, Rebecca.”
A feeling came over me, and I turned her around. Good God. How gorgeous, her olive skin, full breasts, curvy hips, and even a soft belly were everything I dreamed she’d be.
I led her to my master bedroom. “Get on my bed, Rebecca.”
At the foot of my bed, I discarded all my clothes, not remembering any of it. Rebecca laid on my black satin comforter. She spread her legs and showed me her wet pussy quivering from so many orgasms and a tight asshole dying to be fucked. I imagined just getting on top of her in the dark on our honeymoon and grunting until I came. Not caring if she got off because I was sure she wouldn’t have.
This game changed us. Both of us. We truly wanted each other now.
I held my cock and stroked her ass, watching her smile.
“That’s some shlong, Anthony. Now that I can actually see it.”
A laugh escaped me. I drove women crazy with my enormous cock, but right now the idea of sticking my dick in anyone else sickened me. Except Bastien. Damn, how could I maintain that side of me? I liked using it as an intimidation tool. How could I admit to her that I also loved it? I sometimes terrorized someone just to feel his tight ass around my cock. The forbidden nature of it made it feel intoxicatingly fantastic. The fear it stoked in someone’s eyes seeing I had that kind of power over someone as big as Bastien? Even better.
But as the tip of my lubed-up cock kissed Becca’s ring of nerves, thoughts of Bastien fell out of my head.
I used my thighs to kick her legs even wider. With my cock in my hand, I teased her with the tip along the puckered hole, pushing in a little and then pulling out. “Beg me, Becca.”
“Please,” she whined, her hips rolling.
Bastien was a shell of a man who only seemed to come to life when I fucked him. If I lost Rebecca, I had no doubt, the same would happen to me. Or I could have it all. She could fall in love with me, and we could have amazing sex every night.
On that thought, I pushed in, and the sizzling warmth made my heart skip a beat. “Fuck,” I grumbled, remembering how Bastien would moan in the back seat when he fucked her.
Becca’s pussy dripped onto my shaft buried deep in her ass. “My God. How... How big are you?”
“Hot Italian blood, baby.” I gave her long, slow strokes. “I’ll keep you satisfied. I promise.”
The way her ass opened to me took all of me, fucked with my control. Every nerve of mine grew taut, and I felt on the brink of losing it. Becca just moaned, her nipples raging hard. I pulled all the way out and thrust again and again, pounding her. My fingers dug into her thigh, her skin felt so soft as I kept her hips tilted.
I wanted my pre-cum in her asshole, coating me as I kept going because I didn’t want to stop. As much as she drained me, she hungered for more. I couldn’t believe this was happening. How she submitted to me. The game left my mind as I fucked her hard and good with long, deep strokes meant to break this angel. She groaned with every thrust, and I would never get enough of this, fucking her ass like this.
My orgasm built, fire rushing up my cock. I panted, feeling like an animal. I drove so deep inside, my cock disappearing completely. Nothing had ever felt so good. Tight. Hot. Slick. Raw. Deep. She rubbed her clit, her fingers wet and sticky from coming again and again. Marking her with my cum in her ass changed my focus completely. Rebecca was mine. I would do anything to keep her. That meant I had to keep her safe.
Going bare with Rebecca had shattered my control. “I’m gonna come,” I ground out.
Rebecca breathed heavily, whimpering under me as I pumped my cum into her ass. “There’s no way,” she cried out.
“No way what?” I tumbled forward and hovered over her mouth.
“No way she’ll ever love you,” Bastien’s voice sounded from behind me.
