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The girlwas smart.
I shrug though I know she can’t see me. “I do myjob well.”
“Mhmm,” Miriam returns.
“My plane can be at Alliance Airport at 5 AM Central Standard time tomorrowmorning.”
“I’m bringing Addie. Greta is going to need us both.” She leaves no room for argument before disconnecting, and I can’t help but chuckle while Xander groans and rubs a hand over the scruff onhis chin.
“You won’t be laughing when that tornado hits Rome,” he grumbles, and I only laugh harder. It seems all the Conti descendants are pains in the ass.
A knock sounds on my office door, interrupting my brief mirth. “Entrare,” I call out, and Dom enters, an unsettling look in his dark eyes. Dom is the soldier Boian put on Camil to watch over her while we go after the one responsible for taking Greta––much to Camil’s protest.
“What is it?”
He looks around at the men in the room before switching to our ancestry tongue. “Excuse the interruption, Don Calvano, but I felt you needed to be aware that Miss Radu and I were followed today while at the market.”
Before I can respond, Boian is out of his chair and in front of Dom, hands fisted at his side, back ramrod straight. “Was anyone hurt?” he asks, shirking the real question he wants to ask––was Camil hurt?
“No, sir. They were amateurs, and I was aware of them the entire time. I lost them after only a few strategic turns in the Rover.” Boian nods, then turns violet eyes, ablaze with fury and … fear on me. We don’t say a word, but the message is loud and clear. Camil needs to be taken to safety. She’ll hate us for it, but at least she’ll be safe.
With my nod of agreement, Boian storms from my office. Things are about to get really ugly in the Calvano house.
9
Greta
The crisp morning air hits my exposed breasts, and my nipples harden to diamond points. The smell of winter fills my nose, and my warm breath creates vapor halos in the air. It’s freezing outside, but my body is on fire as I lie naked across the damp earth, my hand drifting along the skin of my tummy and down to the trimmed triangle of hair between my thighs. Feeling,exploring.
“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine,” a deep sultry timbre comes from above me. My eyes open to see his face cast in dark shadows, yet my body lights up at the touch of his warm skin against mine.
“Then do something about this ache,” I plead with him. “Please,help me.”
“So greedy. Hungry for what only I can give you.” His tongue glides a fiery path along my neck, down my collarbone to my breasts, where he takes a nipple into his mouth and suckles harshly.
“Ah!” I thrust my breast into his mouth, and his growl of approval has my hips swiveling and my need to be filled growing in ferocity. “Please,I need….”
I yelp when his hand comes down on my pussy with a stinging slap, then moan when he soothes the sting with a swirl of his fingers on my clit. “I know what you need. You’re not the one in control, Greta. Now be a good girl and open your legs wide for me.”
I do as he demands, and I’m rewarded with his head dipping between my legs, where his tongue laps up my wetness. My back arches as bolts of ecstasy race over my nerves, and my stomach tightens with the intense flutter ofpleasure.
“So good,” I groan and clutch the soft curls on his head. He eats me like a starved man, switching from sucking on my clit to spearing my sex with his thick tongue. “Oh God, please. I need tocome. I…”
He pulls my hands from his hair and slams them to my side, then lifts himself until I feel his breath on my lips and smell my musk on his breath. “You will come when I permit it, and it will be with my cock buried inside you,” he growls and, thrusting his hips, impales me on his cock. I cry out at the sharp pinch of pain as his thick cock tunnels deep, then moan when that pain morphs into sweeteuphoria.
“Fuck! Your cunt is heaven,” he groans into my neck, and I want him to lift his head so I can see him, but when he pulls out to his tip and thrusts again, I can do nothing but moan and whimper at the pleasure crashing over me. He picks up his pace and dips his hips at just the right moment, hitting my clit with each deep thrust.
“Yes, right there!”
“You like that,mia perla? Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Whose pussy is this? Who owns you, Greta?” he rumbles and bites the tender flesh of my neck when I don’t answer quickly enough.
“Ah! Yours. It’s your pussy. You own me. Oh, dear God, yes!” I cry and lift my hips to meet his thrusts as my orgasm crests.
“I can feel you tightening around my cock. Are you ready to come,mia perla?” he gasps, and I nod, speechless from the pleasure wracking my bones. “Say my name, Greta. Say my name when you come onmy cock.”
My orgasm teeters on the edge as I grapple for a name I can’t seemto recall.
“Do it, Greta! Say my name!” he pleads, and my heart pinches at the desperation inhis voice.
