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Then he takes his lips from mine, and moves them slowly down, nibbling on my ear as his hands make their way up my thighs and his fingers tighten around the elastic edge of my underwear. There’s a part of me still afraid of him, but I don’t want him to stop.
So, I allow him to slide my underwear down my legs and over my feet, and I watch eagerly as he throws them aside. I nudge myself closer to the edge of the table. Then, I undo his belt buckle as I pull him towards me.
By the time his lips are on mine again, his pants are around his ankles and I’m working on his bulge over his underwear. I know that I shouldn’t let him do this, but I also know that I will let him anyway. I have the choice to continue to agonize over what’s right and what’s wrong, or I can just let go for tonight and enjoy myself for the first time in a long time.
When he slides himself into me, I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth. His arm is wrapped around my waist to keep me in place as he thrusts. I am so weak to his touch, that I need to put my palms on the counter to hold myself up.
Edoardo kisses my neck as he thrusts deep and hard into me. I’m about to moan when he stops. Still inside me, he lifts me from the counter and carries me to the bedroom. Carefully, he places himself down on the bed so that I am on top of him.
I grind my hips slowly as I work at the buttons of his shirt. I want to see him again, I want to trail my hands along the outlines of his muscular body. And once I have his shirt unbuttoned, I work my dress over my head and toss it aside.
I place my hands on his chest as I ride him, his hands are on my ass and he starts to guide me. He is deeper inside me than he’s been before, and at the moment I don’t ever want to be anywhere else. When his nails dig slightly into the flesh of my ass, I throw my head back and moan.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers.
I start to increase the rhythm of my grinding. When my hands relax their pressure on his chest, he raises himself up to meet me, placing his lips on my neck again. He positions us so that he is seated on the edge of the bed with me on top of him.
As I grind, my clit brushes against his abdomen and it sends jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body. Our bodies are pressed tightly against each other as I run my hands over the scars on his back. They’re a reminder of how dangerous he is, and it only turns me on even more.
Every moan that escapes me is louder than the one before, and when he wraps his fingers in my hair and tugs, I let out a short moan that bursts with pleasure. Our rhythm increases, and I can feel myself ready to orgasm.
My toes begin to curl as they always do, and I search desperately for air. He still has his grip on my hair as I come. And despite the shudder in my legs, and the digging of my nails into his back, he keeps going. It’s too much, and it feels like I can’t breathe.
“Just keep going,” he says softly. “Trust me.”
His voice is like syrup, and I want to do anything that he asks me to. So, I listen, and despite the fact that my body is begging for release, I keep grinding against him. Waves of warmth course through me as he thrusts himself even deeper into me.
He goes harder and faster, and keeps going. There is a short moment when I think it might start to hurt, but the sensation passes quickly, and what follows next is nothing short of an implosion of pleasure within me. One loud moan erupts from within me as I throw my head back.
Every muscle in my body is contracting and I cannot get another sound out. I feel his body stiffen too, and he tightens his grip on me, keeping me in place. My entire body is contracting, and for a moment I see nothing but a bright light.
I feel the warmth as he comes inside me. And then there is a sudden release. I feel a wave of pins and needles throughout my body as I gasp for air. My hair is damp with light sweat, and I collapse into his arms.
Both of us are out of breath, unable to speak. Every time he touches any part of my skin, I shudder with pleasure. Every nerve ending is sensitive and alive and it feels as if I am buzzing with pleasure, even now.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers.
Chapter 8
Edoardo
Somethingchangedlastnightwith Aria. I can feel it. It feels dangerous. When Aldo came onto the scene, this overwhelming urge to protect her came over me. All I can think about is how badly I behaved and how I could possibly make it up to her.
The more we talk, the more I learn about how her father treated her. I get angrier with each moment; nobody deserves to be treated that way. He seems to think that everyone in the world is simply his prisoner. Well, I intend to change his mind.
My thoughts come to an abrupt end as I park my car a few houses down from Gabriele’s mansion. What I’m about to do will not be kind to Aria, but Gabriele is so deserving of it. And Aria deserves better. It is the only solution I can think of at this time.
I wait a few minutes for the rest of the cars in my party to arrive. As much as I’d like to be the one to pull the trigger, I can’t risk being caught on the surveillance cameras. So, I sit back and watch the situation unfold.
It isn’t long before I see Gabriele’s car leave the driveway. And my men do exactly as planned. One of the cars drives out behind him, while one further up ahead drives ahead of him. If his men are smart, they’ll already know that something is going on.
I wait a few seconds before I instruct my car to follow them at a short distance. We need to wait until we’re at a traffic light. Then, my men need to move quickly.
And they do just that. It isn’t long before we’re at the first intersection with a red traffic light. I am a few cars behind, but I have a decent view of everything. Two of my men leave their cars and approach Gabriele’s car.
One of them wastes no time breaking the window. But as he points the gun at Gabriele’s head, the gun is knocked out of his hand. Suddenly, all of my men exit their cars, and in every other car, I see Gabriele’s men exit.
What occurs next is a storm of bullets, and fighting that I could never have anticipated. Gabriele must have been expecting some kind of attack, as most of the men on his side seem to be dressed in casual clothes, and driving cars that do not fit in with the rest of his party.
