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“The best way to help them is to end this. There are hundreds more you didn’t see, and if we slip up now, that number will keep growing. We’re doing what we can to keep ourselves safe so we can live to see another day and fight another battle. For now, surviving is the number one priority.”
I understood, but I hated it. The thought of doing nothing nauseated me, and I wanted to continue fighting him on this, but I knew there was nothing I could say to convince him. “Promise you’ll try to do something,” I begged.
Carlo’s eyes went soft for a moment, and he nodded. “I’ll see if there’s something we can do,” he swore, but I saw the half-assed promise for what it was. I knew where his priorities lay. He was putting everything into keeping his brothers safe, and the girls didn’t rank as highly as them. They didn’t rank as highly asme.
That realization both scared and exhilarated me, so I changed the subject swiftly. “Why did you bring me up here?” I asked.
“I think you know why.”
I did, and I shuddered from the thought of what was surely to come. “You realize that all your brothers are here, and they could walk in on us at any moment, right?”
“None of them would stay and watch,” he said.
I tipped my head back, a laugh exploding from my throat as I lightly tapped his chest in admonishment. When I met his eyes again, they were blazing, and my laughter died immediately. He stared at me in a way I’d never experienced before—a way that had my cheeks heating. “How does it not bother you?” I asked before I could fully consider the words that came from my mouth.
“What do you mean?” he asked, moving so that our breath mingled between us.
“My scar.”
His hand tightened on my hips, and he shook his head as his eyes moved up to the scar across my forehead. “Why would it bother me? It only makes you more stunning.” I smiled but knew the light didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Has someone else told you differently?”
I shrugged, unsure how to explain to him how many people had said the opposite. “Nobody outright calls it ugly,” I told him. “But people stare. And anytime anyone calls me pretty, attractive, or even hints at me being worth something, it’s always followed by a ‘but.’ People say I’d be pretty if I didn’t have the scar. If it weren’t for the scar, I’d be the most beautiful person they’d ever seen. I’ve heard it all. It’s hard for me to believe you don’t notice it.”
He shook his head. “The first thing I notice when I look at you is your eyes. They’re always full of warmth and happiness, even if you’re not in a good mood. Then, I notice your smiling lips. Even when you’re frowning, they have a small tilt upward from how often you smile. When you open that mouth, I’m captured by the soft, sensual way you talk. The scar is always the last thing on my mind when there are so many parts of you to love,” he told me, and my breath caught in my throat at the word that I didn’t think he realized he said.Love.“And when I do see the scar, I’m captivated by how strong you must’ve been to survive. If I ever hear anyone saying anything like that about it again, I’ll kill them where they stand. You have my word.”
The words shouldn’t have made my chest swell with relief and ease, but they did. I felt the blush sweep up my neck and redden my face as he stared intensely down at me. “I shouldn’t like when you say things like that,” I admitted to him as he dropped his lips to the side of my neck and began leaving rough kisses there.
He didn’t say anything as one of his hands moved between my legs and began stroking there. It was a mercy that he couldn’t yet feel how wet I’d become from merely talking to him, but as I gasped and thrust into his hand, I knew he had a good idea. “That’s it,” he groaned against my throat. “Try to fuck my hand.”
His words sent chills through me. “It’s hard to do that with all these clothes,” I teased.
He tore his shirt over his head, breaking our bodies’ contact just long enough for cold to overtake me before he came back down on me hard, our bodies colliding in a way that showed precisely how much he’d been waiting for me to make this request. He grabbed the neckline of my shirt, and as I moved to allow him to pull it over my head, he surprised me. He grabbed the shirt and jerked his arms quickly, tearing the front from my body.
He devoured my gasp with his mouth, and I arched into him as one of his palms grasped at my chest, slipping between the fabric of my bra and my breasts. “There are people on the street below. Can they see us?” I asked, my words hurried. He only smirked, giving me the only answer I needed. At any other time, I would have cared. Ishouldhave cared, but I couldn’t bring myself to say another word as he slid my pants down my body just enough to reach access to the warm, slick pool of my arousal. He slid a finger into me, and I shuddered at the touch, releasing a long moan.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, moving that finger as he caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs. “I want to hear you,tesora.”
I didn’t know what came over me, but I smirked against his lips. “If you want me to moan, you’d better work for it.”
His eyes blazed, and he froze, one finger still firmly placed inside of me as he stared daggers down at me. “What did you say?” he asked.
This was a chance for me to take it back, I realized. It was an opportunity for me to correct myself and do precisely what he wanted me to do. But I didn’t give in so easily, and he knew I wouldn’t. “I said you’d better work for it.”
Before my words had entirely left my lips, he had my chin tightly between his fingers, and he snarled into my mouth, “If you’re going to sass me, I’ll gag you,tesora. Then you’ll be the one who has to work for it.”
My eyes widened, and I knew he meant every word of it. But the thought of him finger-fucking me with a gag holding back my moans had my lips quivering in longing. The thought of doing anything with Carlo had me shaking in anticipation, and the slow smile that spread across his face showed me that he knew where my thoughts had drifted. He knew what I wanted.
The hand on my chin moved slowly to the back of my head as he withdrew his finger from me. His fingers tightened in the hair there, and he moved his finger to his lips, sucking it off and smirking down at me. “Get to your knees,” he demanded, and my legs buckled at the demand, especially as the grip in my hair tightened. “If you want me to gag you, all you had to do was ask.”
He unfastened his belt buckle level with my gaze, and I watched as he withdrew his enormous cock and held it in front of my face. I gaped as I stared at it, and he chuckled deeply. “You’re going to need to open up wider than that,” he mused, tugging my head back further.
He wasn’t kidding. I wondered if I’d be able to fit the entire thing in my mouth as I opened and he slipped himself in, going far enough back that my eyes bulged. “Suck on it,tesora,” he said in a husky, need-driven voice. I couldn’t contain myself as I took him deep into my throat and suckedhard.
His breathing became labored as he thrust deep into my throat, and I took nearly all of him. I had somehow forgotten how large he was, but as he plunged into my throat and I suppressed my instinct to gag, his grip tightened and my knees trembled. God, he was incredible.
“Good girl,” he groaned, breathing through a low moan that sent my entire body into overdrive. I needed him inside me right now, and I couldn’t bear the thought of not having him there. I couldn’t stand it. I pressed my palms into his thick thighs, pulling him out of my mouth before he plunged back in.
“Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy?” he asked, thrusting into my mouth again. I could only nod as he finally decided to withdraw, lifting my hair until I managed to stand. The bite of pain in my scalp made me moan as he turned me, forcing me to face the city before us. His breath left tickles up my neck and into my ear. “I’m going to let the whole damn world watch as I fuck you, Sierra. I will let them watch me fuck you and worship every inch of you how you deserve to be worshipped.”
