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“You and Ilaria can set up a club.” His hand settles on my arm and he traces random patterns on my skin. “But if there was ever anyone who had his life fucked up by the Cosa Nostra, it’s Arturo.”
“The underboss?”
“Yes. His parents, along with four other people, were killed in a police raid at one of the casinos. The previous don was heavily invested in the illegal gambling business.” His hand moves down to my ass, then back up. “Arturo ended up raising his sisters. He was twenty.”
“Jesus. How old were they?”
“Five years old, twins.”
“Whoa.” I blink. “Did he have help with that, or... anything?”
“An aunt who came occasionally, but that was all.”
We remain silent for a long time, me staring at the wall, and Salvatore still tracing lines across my back.
“I wish I’d been born into another family,” I whisper. “A normal one.”
“I’m glad you weren’t.” He squeezes my ass and looks at me with his calculating eyes. “Because our paths wouldn’t have ever crossed.”
I place my palm on his chest and glide it up to wrap my hand around his neck. “That’s extremely selfish.”
“I know. But it’s the truth.” His other hand comes to take my chin and tilts my head. “Would you prefer I lied to you?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” I throw my leg over his middle and climb to lay atop of him, feeling his cock swell rapidly against my stomach. “Seriously?”
“You denied me for weeks.” His hand comes into my hair. “I plan on collecting everything you owe me, Milene.”
“And you think you’ll manage to get everything tonight?” I straighten up, straddling his waist.
“You’re working off the interest at this point, cara.”
“Oh? And how much do I owe you in total?” I raise an eyebrow and slide down his length. My pussy is sensitive, but I don’t really care because having his hard cock filling me, straining the parts of my body which are already tender, is worth it. It’s only a sliver from being painful, which makes it even better.
“I could have killed you when I found you in my city.” His left hand comes to my waist, and he slides it up over my stomach and breasts to once again wrap it around my throat. “I didn’t, so I’d say you owe me everything.”
A shiver runs through my body on hearing his words, and I lean forward slightly, my throat pressing onto his palm. There is something disturbingly sensual in having his hand wrapped around my neck, knowing he can feel every draw and release of my breath, and, if he wished to, he could cut off my supply of air altogether.
It should scare me. I don’t deal well with giving a man, any man, a semblance of control over me, ever. Still, for some reason, this doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s because his touch is feather-light, his fingers barely pressing on my skin, as though he doesn’t truly want to scare me, and as if this is a game. Yes, such a contradiction—my husband. Ordering four innocent men to be executed, then offering to carry me around the apartment because I’m sore.
I press my palms on Salvatore’s chest and slowly rotate my hips. It’s my turn to tease, so I lift myself slightly and slide back down again, hard, watching him as intently as he watched me. I change my pace and shift forward so I can take even more of him inside, and he arches his hips to rock into me from below. I moan as my nails dig into his chest and ride him faster, a mixture of satisfaction and excitement washing over me. Salvatore Ajello, the most feared man in all of Cosa Nostra, is coming undone beneath me.
His arms wrap around my back, pulling me down to him. He rolls us until he’s on top again, pounding into me, neck muscles straining with the effort. He is so beautiful—inthe way the exotic, dangerous animals are. The closer I get, the more likely I’ll be eaten alive.
Salvatore’s hand slides between our bodies and finds my trembling pussy. I’m already close, so when he pinches my clit and thrusts inside—hard, I scream as tremors rack my body.
“I love when you scream, cara,” he says and suddenly pulls out.
I stare at him. He did not just do that!
“You don’t have to worry about the hitmen, Salvatore,” I snarl, winding my legs around his waist and grabbing at his throat with my hand. “Because I’m going to be the one to end your life if you don’t get your cock back inside me.”
Salvatore dips his head until our noses touch. “That sinister streak of yours is sexy as fuck,” he says and slams back into me so hard, I unintentionally squeeze his neck. His eyes flare, and a growl leaves his lips. I tighten my hold on his throat a little more, smiling. Hawkish eyes watch me from above as he pulls out, only to thrust back in even harder, making me moan.
I release his neck and let my hands travel over his shoulders, wrapping my fingers around his bulging biceps. Salvatore slams into me again. I dig my nails into the skin of his arms. Another growl, and hard lips press down onto mine. I smile into Salvatore’s mouth and grip tighter, digging deeper into his flesh with my nails. Drawing my next breath, I bite his lower lip.
He completely flips. His palm slides between my breasts and around my neck, then he threads his fingers into my hair and pulls. I gasp for air while a waterfall of pleasure washes over me as he continues his powerful thrusts,making the headboard bang against the wall once more. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I come at the same time as him.
As the waves of bliss pass through me, we’re kissing again—our breaths heavy and the surrounding air filled with the scent of our lovemaking.
