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“It won’t, by the way. Doc assures me that we can fuck as often and as much as we want.”
“Well, gee, I’m glad you got that reassurance. I could have told you that, T,” I sass.
He thrusts his cock to the hilt—in one, deep, hard motion—effectually taking the sass right out of my mouth. “Huh, maybe all I had to do to stop you from being so fucking mouthy with me was shove my cock into your greedy, little, tight cunt. Seems you’re speechless now, dolcezza.”
“You can always try,” I grit out as he pistons into me again. He picks up both of my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders. His hands lift my hips, and at this angle, he feels like he’s somehow deeper inside me. Is that even possible? He starts off slow, gliding his cock in and out at an easy, torturous pace. “Harder, T, fuck me harder.” I try to move my hips to meet his thrusts, but his firm grip isn’t allowing me the reprieve.
“Say please, Holly. Where have your manners gone?” He smirks.
I could argue.Be stubborn. But that’s not going to get me what I want right now. No, the quickest and easiest way to get what I want is to comply. “Please fuck me, T. I need you.” He doesn’t disappoint. He starts pumping in and out at a pace that literally takes my breath away. “Oh God! Yes, don’t stop,” I scream, not caring who the hell hears me right now.
“Never. Fuck, dolcezza. I love you, but fuck, I want to worship your fucking pussy every day. I doubt even heaven feels this fucking good.”
I have no words. I’m crashing, and my body is on fire, ignited by the pleasure coursing through my every nerve ending. Everything goes quiet, and the world fades out as I let myself go. I explode into a million pieces, a beautiful rapture of my being as stars cloud my vision.
I’m vaguely aware of T’s body stiffening, followed by a string of Italian expletives as he fills my pussy.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Ican’t believe I’m leaving Holly in bed, naked, looking so fuckable. Stroking her hair, I gently wake her. “Dolcezza, I’m heading out for a bit. Stay inside the house, okay,” I whisper into her ear.
Her eyes spring open, the fear in them so evident before she tries to hide it. “How long will you be?” she asks.
“Not long. Go to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.” I kiss her temple.
“Promise?”
“Promise. Tornerò sempre da te, Holly,” I repeat the promise I’ve said many times before.
“Always,” she agrees.
I lift the blanket and kiss her stomach. “Ti amo, bambino mio. Sii buono e cerca di non far ammalare troppo la mamma stamattina.” I fucking hate leaving her, but I can’t end this fucking war by hiding out at home. I need to go and get shit done.
“I love you,” Holly says, grabbing my face and smashing her lips on mine.
“Not as much as I love you.” I walk out and meet Neo in front of the house. “You ready for this?” I ask, giving him a once-over. Unlike me, he isn’t sporting a fucking black eye from our fight. He does, however, still have a fat lip. Mouth injuries are the fucking worst. Give me broken bones any day over that shit. They just keep splitting open every time you try to fucking eat something.
“Yep, you good?”
“Let’s just get this shit done so I can get back in bed with my wife.”
“Yeah, there’s someone I’d like to get back into bed with too.” He smirks while eyeing up the house. I don’t respond, but the glare I send him tells him everything my words don’t. “Too soon?” He laughs.
“Neo, there will never be a time when I want to hear about you being in fucking bed with my sister.”
“Right, got ya.” He opens the driver’s side door, as I head to the passenger side. We’re doing this shit alone. It’s how we get shit done. We’re quieter, quicker. And they don’t usually see us coming. “How’d you find him?” Neo questions. I can tell he’s annoyed at himself for not being the one to find the fucker.
“Something Holly said. I had a few guys go into the Irish community and ask around. Took a fair chunk of fucking cash, but they got an address. That’s where we’re going.”
“So, we’re steamrolling into fucking Irish territory, with nothing to go on but a fucking address where the Clover may or may not be?”
“Yep, got a problem with that? You can always wait at home. Go and finish painting your fucking nails or something, if you want.” I glance towards his left hand with three pink nails.
“I don’t care if you don’t like them. Izzy wanted to paint them so I let her.”
I do a double take and stare at him. Who the fuck is he? Because the Neo I know wouldn’t even talk to a kid, let alone hang out and play dress-up. Believe me, Lana tried to practice on us when we were kids. She never succeeded. Maybe she needs to take lessons from Izzy.
“What’s the plan anyway?”
