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He groaned, burying his face in my neck and filling me with heat as he came. His weight collapsed on me, and when I came down from my high, I giggled, feeling him still moving inside me in shallow thrusts like he just couldn't stop.
With my orgasm combined with his, it felt obscene.
"I'm on the pill, thanks," I said, with a laugh.
He breathed his laughter into my ear, and when he finally settled down, he looked at me thoughtfully. "That's good for now I suppose. But nothing comes between us. Not even rubber."
"You're so romantic," I cooed in a tease, screeching when he rolled me over so that I lay sprawled on top of him. With him still lodged inside me, I wondered how he still felt hard and rolled my hips to test it.
When he moaned, I decided I should get up and clean off, but his hands at my hips stopped me from separating from him, and he smirked. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To wash up?"
"Leave it. I like knowing my cum is inside you." I flushed, the filth of it seeming so wrong and sank my teeth into my bottom lip. "Besides, I'm not done with you." His hands held my ass, lifting me and setting me back down so that I rode him.
I gasped, pleasure filling me when the angle drove him right into the front wall of my pussy and stroked over that sweet spot. "Again?"
"Again," he confirmed.
Twenty-Eight
Samara
I floated on cloud nine for days. The knowledge that Lino desired me constantly felt like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of. Every time he turned his attention to me, every moment where his hands were on me felt precious. Like a gift I’d always wanted and never thought to receive.
So I couldn’t fucking wait t
o get home, couldn’t wait to walk through the front door and find him waiting for me. I couldn’t wait for his suit to hit the floor, for the businessman to disappear and my Stallion to be left in all his glory.
Emilio walked at my side as we made our way through the front lobby, a broad smile on his face that I’d come to recognize in the past week of him driving me to and from work. He’d warmed up to me considerably once we established our roles, but I didn’t miss the way he hated to be touched.
He went out of his way to avoid it, in fact.
Maybe it was just a consequence of fearing Lino might not like it, maybe he hated germs. I suspected I’d never know, because it would be too awkward to just ask. A man like him didn’t seem like the type to be thrilled to admit he was afraid of germs. Weakness in his line of work wasn’t something the Bellandi’s would tolerate, not when his job was to protect me.
He left my side to go get the car door open, always oblivious to the glares he received as he moved for the double-parked car. He insisted Lino wouldn’t tolerate having me exposed for any longer than that, and unfortunately, I knew that was likely true.
I gave a sheepish smile to a man that looked at me as I made my way through the cool air with snow falling around me. I was still steps away from where Emilio was unlocking the car and tugging at the handle when a gloved hand wrapped around my face. I instinctively made to scream, but the hand at my mouth muffled the sound.
My attacker lifted me off my feet, hauling me backward and away from the car. I was vaguely aware of the people watching in horror, of the way they stopped to stare and point and whisper. I thrust my elbow back into the ribs of the man gripping me. When his hand loosened around my mouth slightly, I bit down on it until he hissed and tugged it away. “Emilio!” I screamed finally, the sound cracking through the mostly quiet street. He still hadn’t turned to look away from the car.
Why hadn’t he noticed I was missing yet?
But with the sound of my scream, he seemed to snap out of his daze. His eyes darted around the crowd that had started to form, the people who never bothered to try and help me while I thrashed in my attacker’s arms and he led me toward a van a few places down from the town car. When they finally landed on me, I felt a moment of panic.
The van was getting closer, too close. With the doors wide open, it wouldn’t take long to toss me inside and drive off. Emilio sprinted forward, closing the distance between us. When the man tried to lift me into the back of the van, I lost sight of Emilio. Lost sight of everything but the empty cargo area. My feet caught the lip, kicking off and propelling myself back as hard as I could. It bought me enough time.
Just enough for Emilio to barrel into our sides and send us crashing to the ground. He pulled his gun from its holster, pressing it against the man’s forehead until he stilled and lifted his hands. With me released, I scrambled up from the ground. “Are you alright, Mrs. Bellandi?” Emilio asked, and his voice was rough as he panted his exertion.
I knew from my experience with some of Lino’s other friends that the bigger men weren’t made for speed. “I’m fine,” I agreed, but I crossed my arms over my chest to try and hide the trembling in my hands as I eyed the streets in hesitation.
“Call Lino,” he ordered. “Now.”
I closed my eyes, shuddering to think of what Lino would say.
But I called him anyway.
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