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Abruptly straightening up and lifting his hand from her pussy, he swiftly turned her to face the wall, then blasted his hand against her wet backside in a volley of stinging slaps.
“Ow, oh, Nick, what are you—?”
“I told you to call me Sir,” he scolded, cutting her off. “You want a lot of things and you’re used to getting them, but not with me, Bianca.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, shit, that hurts,” she wailed, gyrating her hips from side to side trying to avoid the sharp smacks.
“Put your hands flat on the wall and arch your back,” he ordered, then slapped the inside of her thighs. “Legs open.”
As she let out another cry and quickly shuffled her feet apart, he took hold of his rigid shaft, placed it against her soaked pussy, and plunged into her warmth. With the hot water splashing over them, he gripped her hips and pumped with vigor.
When they’d played in the ocean, her wet, naked body had sent his cock surging to life. He’d wanted to find a sheltered spot on the beach and devour her. Now her demanding attitude had sparked his dominant soul, and his carnal desires went beyond sex. She was the daughter of a mob boss, a quintessential Mafia princess. She needed to be taken in hand, controlled and tamed.
Pent-up energy flowed through his veins, and though he wanted to tease her mercilessly, her panting and groaning was fueling his hot need. As he gazed down at her scarlet backside, and watched his rod ram in and out of her sex, he could feel his climax looming.
“Sir, Sir,” she suddenly gasped. “I’m there…”
Tightening his grasp on her hips while she writhed and wailed through her orgasm, he managed to slow his pace and hold himself at bay. But the moment she let out her final cry and slumped against the wall, he hastily pulled himself out and urgently stroked his swollen shaft. Groaning through his spasms, he spewed his hot essence over her red, punished cheeks until the last convulsion finally waned. With his heart pounding, he let out a heavy breath, leaned against the tile next to her, and brought her into his arms.
“Wow,” she finally murmured, lifting her head and staring up at him. “You take no prisoners.”
“Is that a compliment or a complaint?”
“I’ll let you wonder about that,” she said softly, then moving her arms around his neck, she added, “but I’ll tell you this much, you’re not like any man I’ve ever met.”
Lowering his lips on hers and closing his eyes, he languidly kissed her, relishing her full lips and the feel of her yielding body against his. Endless moments later, he turned off the faucets, took her hand, and led her from the stall. Picking up a towel and placing it around her shoulders, he grabbed another and gave himself a quick wipe, then wrapped it around his waist.
“Dry off,” he murmured, pecking her on the cheek. “I need to see if I have any messages.”
Moving into the bedroom and lifting his phone from the nightstand, he found a text with a phone number from an unknown caller. He nodded. His father had reached Lorenzo Albertini, but there was also a missed call from Brad, and an urgent voicemail from John.
“Now what’s happened?” Nick muttered under his breath as he touched John’s name on the screen.
“Nick, thank God,” John exclaimed. “We were getting worried.”
“Everything’s fine, what’s up?”
“It’s Matteus. He’s gone.”
“Roland must have changed his mind and ordered his body removed before he came looking for me.”
“That’s what we thought, and we didn’t see it because we were in the garage. The thing is, do you still want Brad to report Roland’s body to the police and give them the same story?”
“That’s a very good question. Is there any word about the rockslide?”
“The road is still blocked.”
“That’s good news; hold tight, I’ll get right back to you.”
CHAPTER17
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nick stared at his phone. He was supposed to call Lorenzo at six o’clock, but he couldn’t wait.
“Nick?”
Lifting his eyes and seeing Bianca moving toward him, he couldn’t help but smile. Her short blonde hair had become a mass of curls framing her angelic face and highlighting her bright green eyes. Lowering his gaze to the towel wrapped around her body and tucked in at her chest, he wanted to jerk it off, throw her naked body on the bed, and devour her all over again, but taking his time and teasing her into oblivion.
“I couldn’t help hearing what you said,” she continued, sitting next to him. “Roland had Matteus taken away?”
