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“Emil,” she sighs and tips her head back on her shoulders, baring her vulnerable neck in offering. An offering I happily take as I lick and suck on her silky skin.
As much as I want to pound into her wet heat, I force myself to ease into her tight pussy slowly. My eyes roll back, and a hiss escapes my clenched teeth when her walls clench around my cock like a fist as I guide myself to the very end of her. “Gesù Cristo, Greta, you’re so fucking tight. You were made for me, baby.” My breaths stutter from my lips, and sweat breaks out along my brow as I hold myself back from coming too soon like a teenage boy.
But again,mia perlahas none of it. With a smile, she lifts herself until just the tip of my cock is inside her, then drops down hard. I bellow her name as she moans mine, and then we’re fucking like wild animals. Her tight nipples slide against my hard pecs, and her nails dig into my back as she rides me hard. Our gasping breaths mingle, our eyes never leaving the other’s as we chase euphoria. I bury a fist in her damp locks and grip the roots tightly. Her hip thrusts falter at the dominant hold, and she melts in my arms as she gives herself over to me. Submitting to me.Trustingme.
Her walls flutter around my cock, and thank fuck for it because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. “Emil… yes, yes! I’m coming,” she pants against my lips. I lick the cupid bow of her lip, and at the same time, I tip her hips at just the right angle to hit that spot deep inside her that will have her orgasm tipping on the side of otherworldly. I know I’ve found it when her eyes widen, she sucks in a stuttered gasp, and her mouth gapes in a silent scream. She uses me as an anchor as her body convulses in my arms, her nails bleeding my back. And I’m done for as the stinging pain of slicing flesh tips me over the edge. My balls tighten, my cock swells, and with a roar of her name, I come so fucking hard my vision goes fuzzy, and my head feels full of helium.
The woman is going to kill me one day.I chuckle at the thought. There was a time when I had no doubt she planned to do that very thing.
“What’s so funny?” she asks against my skin, where her face is tucked between my neck and shoulder while we work to gather our breath.
“Nothing,mia perla,” I answer, then sigh in contentment. Because for the first time in my life, I feel entirelyat peace.
I loosen my hold on her hair and soothe the sting with a gentle massage. She lets out a heavy sigh, then lifts her head from my shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes shimmer with sexual satisfaction, and a thin sheen of sweat glistens on herforehead.
Fuck, she’s pure perfection.
She grips the wet roots of my hair much like I did hers and her eyes turn stern. “We didn’t use protection.” But her smile givesher away.
Sheremembers.
“Worried I’m an ‘STD-carrying culprit’?” I repeat the words she threw at me after our first timetogether.
Her smile widens, and when she throws her head back in laughter,Gesù Cristo,it’s as though Zeus himself strikes my heart with a thunderbolt. I pull her closer to feel her body shake in her merriment.
“I remember!” she hoots and throws her arms around my neck, pain from the IV and shoulder wound forgotten. My hands trace the sides of her spine, basking in the feel of her petal-soft skin. Her skin cascades with goosebumps at my touch. She lifts her head and brings her tear-coated eyes to mine. “I remember, Emil,” she chokes, and I squeeze her tighter.
“I’m happy for you,mia perla. Though it was not my finest hour.” I grin, then ask, “What broughtthis on?”
She shrugs. “Maybe the IV drip isworking––”
“That’s not what I’m referring to.” I smirk and squeeze herplump ass.
She lets out a little squeak, then shrugs again before answering. “I don’t really know how to describe it. I mean, there’s no denying I’m extremely attractedto you––”
“Extremely, huh?” I squeeze herass again.
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t interrupt.” I give her a smug smile, and she fists my roots to the point of pain. My cock hardens inside her, and her own lips twitch at a smirk when she feels me. “As I was saying, I’m attracted to you, and even if my mind can’t remember much, my body––my soul––does.”
I hum in acknowledgment and brush the tip of my nose against hers. “And what are they telling you?”
“That there was something between us. Something dark but light too.” She shakes her head. “I’m not making any sense, am I?” Her hands loosen in my hair.
“On the contrary, you make perfect sense. Our beginning was not one of fairy tales, Greta, but with each passing day, light––your light––shines through that darkness.” Never before have I spouted such poetic words, but with Greta, it comes naturally. Greta has a darkness inside her, a fierceness that could make men quake in fear, but her light is the deadliest because it blinds you while carving out your heart and feedingit to you.
She tips her hips forward and flexes her Kegels, eliciting a groan to escape my lips at the feel of her pussy tightening and relaxing around my cock. “Even where there’s light, there can still be shadows,” she breathes and tightens her fists in my hair again as she rolls her hips, and I can’t find the strength to speak. She feels fucking incredible, and I don’t mean just her pussy. Her in my arms, her hands strong and threatening in my hair, her breasts pressed against me with diamond-hard nipples. It’s an overload of sensations, but none compares to the deep throbbing in my chest where my cold, dead heart comes back to life with each breathwe share.
“Do not worry,mia perla.I’m the only monster in those shadows,” I promise with a punishing thrust.
20
Emiliano
Maria Rossi is a tiny slip of a woman, but the look she throws my way when I walk into the very warehouse my men were slaughtered would make a lesser man piss himself.
“Maria Rossi. Age thirty, reported missing two years ago, parents Angelina and Iacopo Rossi, both deceased,” I finish, then toss the folder containing her life story in front of her where she kneels, both wrists chained to the concrete floor.
She doesn’t bother to answer. Instead, she stares daggers at me. Resolved that this will take a while, I pull up a chair and make myself comfortable. “Vasile gave you free rein of his home, and I have photos of you shopping in the market without a leash.” I smirk when she growls at my last comment. “So why not go home, Maria? Your parents only recently passed. You could have had ample time to be with your loved ones again before their death.”
