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Thoughts continued to tumble through my head as I rode the elevator up to the penthouse, my energy sapped from the day. When the doors opened, I was assaulted by the scent of garlic and tomatoes, and I stepped into the space with some surprise.
Elia was at the stove, humming as she stirred something in a large pot. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a sports bra, with a jacket thrown over the outfit. Her feet were bare, her hair was down, and her face was devoid of makeup. Yet there was something utterly delicious in the way she looked at that moment.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You’re home.” She whirled around, her mouth rounding. “I made dinner while waiting,” she said slowly, her cheeks flushing. “I like to cook. It relaxes me.”
I stepped over to her, the tantalizing smells making my stomach growl. Fuck, I was hungry. “I wouldn’t have imagined that.”
She gave me a little smile before turning back to the pot. “When you are a don’s daughter, there’s not much to do other than learn these things. Our chef was patient, and he taught me all sorts of recipes.”
Clasping my hands behind my back, I peered over her shoulder, taking the moment to savor the flowery scent that was so uniquely hers mingled with the smell of the food she cooked. I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t expected her to turn into the domestic wife so quickly.
I had expected her to be armed with a knife or her gun, waiting for me to arrive home so she could be a widow in record time.
Without saying another word, I walked over to the bar near the window and poured a drink, shedding my coat as I did so. “You could have called the chef.”
“I didn’t want to,” she countered, the sound of a knife hitting a cutting board filling the air.
I took one sip and then downed the entire damn thing, hoping that it would help me keep my fucking sanity tonight.
When I turned, however, Elia was looking at me. “Are you upset that I made us dinner?”
“No, not at all,” I said tightly, clenching the glass. She looked worried, so I put the glass down and walked over to her, pressing her against the counter. “I want to fuck you.”
She shuddered, and I knew what she wanted. “Is that all you can think about?”
“More than you could possibly believe.” With a growl, I flipped her around and pressed her against the counter, my hand roaming over her ass. “Because I’ve been thinking about this since I left in the morning.”
I growled, yanking down the waistband. When her lace thong came into view, I groaned inwardly.
She was going to be the death of me.
My hand tugged on her bra until I could get it over her breasts. She moaned as I maneuvered the thong out of the way, positioning her until I could see her glistening lips. She was wet, soaking wet, and my cock roared to life.
I tweaked her nipple until she cried out, working on my own zipper until my cock sprang out. Without waiting, I thrust it inside her, groaning as I filled her to the core.
I grasped her hips with my free hand while the other moved to her face, pushing my thumb into her greedy mouth. She sucked it obediently and eagerly.
“Did you do all this for me?” I asked.
She moaned, and I pulled out enough to thrust back into her, savoring the way her walls clenched tightly around me. She wanted this as much as I did.
If nothing else, we were going to fuck each other into our old age.
I released her breast to grab both of her hips, increasing my speed into a steady rhythm. “Come for me,” I growled. “Come for me, Elia.”
“Oh,” she breathed, her hands gripping the counter tightly, her body quivering around me. “Please.”
I knew what she was begging for. I could see it in the way her face kept turning around, her eyes focused on my lips. She was begging me for that kiss—the one thing that I refused to give her.
Elia moaned my name as she worked herself against me, and when I reached around to touch her clit, she exploded, crying out as her wetness engulfed me. With a savage growl, I pushed myself deep against her, burying my face in the crook of her neck and sucking at the sensitive skin until I emptied myself.
For a minute, I remained on top of her, my heart racing and my blood pounding in my ears. My body was sated, but I still craved more.
I craved the same thing that she begged for. But I couldn’t give that to her. I wouldn’t. Because to do so meant she held real power over me. And until I could right the wrongs currently in my life, I couldn’t risk that.
After a few minutes, I pushed away, pulling out of her carefully. She gasped as I did.
