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A scream rips through the air of the market as Edoardo tightens his grip around the thief’s throat. The man looks absolutely terrified, and he should be. I watch as his eyes bulge and his face darkens with the loss of air.
“How dare you think you can take what isn’t yours?” Edoardo growls at him.
The man scratches at Edoardo’s hands to free himself, but it’s no use. Instead, Edoardo motions to his men before releasing him. The man is dragged away, but not before Edoardo rips my shopping bags back out of his hands.
“That’s the second time you’ve had to protect me,” I say sheepishly.
“It’s almost starting to get fun,” he teases.
Under the canopy of the large tree, within the ambient lighting from the market, he kisses me so softly and so gently, that for a moment I forget entirely about any troubles or stress occupying me. Every second that I spend in his arms weakens me even more.
Over dinner, we learn even more about each other and it doesn’t seem fair. I keep waiting for him to tell me about all the things that make him dangerous. Instead, the stories he tells are the stories of a kind man, a man deserving of better in this life.
I feel better than I have in weeks. And the man I’ve been told to fear most in the world is responsible for having taken such good care of me. The world as I’ve always known it doesn’t make sense, and for some reason, I feel okay with that.
His villa on the beach is massive, and I’ve barely seen any of it. We’d had a few cups of tea and virgin cocktails before the market, but I hadn’t done any other looking around. As soon as we got back from the market, we made straight for the bedroom.
My clothes lay strewn out across the bedroom floor, somewhere underneath his. The sticky tropical air clings to our skin as the breeze wafts through the open windows, blowing gently through soft white curtains. My eyes are trained on the ceiling as Edoardo works his lips down the length of my body, and kisses the insides of my thighs.
I feel his fingers move through my folds, opening me up to him. Then, his wet tongue flicks over my clit so gently that it causes a shivering shockwave to course up my body. My hips buck as he continues to lick and tease me while his hands reach up to fondle my breasts.
My hand rests on his head, just in case he tries to escape before I’d like him to.
“You are delicious,” he says with a low growl, just before he twirls his tongue over my clit.
My breath catches as an evening breeze washes over my body from the open window, cooling my ever rising temperature. He continues to pleasure me with his mouth, keeping me right on the edge of climax, like a cruel game, until I can’t take it anymore.
“Get up here,” I say, tugging on his hair, guiding him back up the length of my body.
When I look into his eyes again, they seem to be bright and shimmering with joy. He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue. Before he pulls his lips from mine again, he thrusts himself into me and it feels like a thirst has been quenched.
My head rolls back as he rocks back and forth in a steady motion, and the soft light from the rest of the house and grounds outline the flexing of his muscles. My one hand trails the outlines of the muscles on his chest as my other hand grips the pillow beside my head.
He lowers his head and I feel the warmth of his tongue against my nipple. He nibbles and tugs at the peaked buds as he slowly increases his pace. I have forgotten all of the trouble and heartache that has led me to this point.
In this moment, there is nothing but us. I almost hate him for making me feel like this. I’ve been told he’s a dangerous man. He’s supposed to be the enemy, and yet everything that he does to me feels so right, so much better than I could have ever hoped for.
His lips are on my neck now. He thrusts into me so hard that I need to place the palms of my hands against the headboard to keep myself in place. And still, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. The same hand that gripped the thief by the neck now wraps its fingers around my own neck.
“Oh, god, yes,” I whisper.
When I look at Edoardo again, he’s wearing a wicked smile that makes my heart skip a beat. He looks deep into my eyes as he tightens his fingers around the sides of my throat. I can still breathe, but the pressure restricts the blood flow just enough to make me soar.
And he keeps thrusting into me, hard and unrelenting and in complete control of my body. I would moan if I could. I feel the pressure building up. A small part of my brain tells me that I shouldn't like this, that it’s depraved to let him do this to me, but I carry on. I want to see it through; I know what lies on the other side of this and it’s all I want.
His hand is still wrapped around my throat when he moves himself forward and lifts my hips to rest on his thighs. Tilted upward, he pushes himself even deeper into me. My nails scratch into the headboard above my head, looking for anything to anchor to, but it’s almost impossible to concentrate.
I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. Just when I think it can’t possibly get any better, his other hand rests on my lower abdomen, pushing down slightly as his thumb slips between my folds and begins to stroke in circular motions over my clit.
He releases my throat. Finally, the moan can escape me, and it’sloud. He smiles again. My hands release the headboard from their grip and I take the hand that was around my throat and bring it up to my face. I take his thumb in my mouth and suck it, doing my best not to clamp down with my teeth.
He doesn’t moan, instead he lets out a quiet growl, like a wild animal. His other thumb rubs even harder against my clit as he rocks his cock deep into me. I want to explode, but I also don’t want it to end. He looks at me, and he knows I’m close. And man, am I close.
“Come with me,” he demands.
I’m happy to oblige. But I’m not sure I can control the timing of what’s about to happen, it is entirely up to him. His body begins to stiffen, and every single muscle flexes without release. The sight of him like that is enough to push me over the edge.
As my back arches, my toes curl, and one final moan escapes me. I feel his warm seed fill me up as he too finds his high. He slips himself out of me and collapses at my side, both of us completely out of breath. He pulls me into his arms as I wait for my legs to stop shaking.
