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I don’t know what I did to get this lucky, but like hell am I ever letting go. Living life on the edge comes naturally with being a part of this world, and she just might be the craziest but most perfect risk we’ve ever taken.
My orgasm crests inside of me, turning my blood to lava as every inch of my body comes alive. But there’s one more thing I want before I fill her with my cum. I don’t speak a word as I reach for her right wrist and tilt her position so the barrel of the gun presses into the side of my head.
Her face turns to me, eyes wide as her movements slow, but I quickly bring my hands back to her hips again to encourage her to continue.
“Vito…”
“Whatever you do,Bellissima, don’t pull the trigger,” I breathe as the metal presses further into my skin, igniting the volcano inside of me and sending the lava racing through my veins as my climax bubbles to the surface.
“Fuck, Vito. Fuck.” Wren’s pussy clenches around my cock as I flex inside of her, wave after wave of pleasure tumbling through me as she keeps the gun pressed against my head. Just when I think I’m close to being done, her core burns around me as she explodes, sending me over the edge once more.
I can’t stop myself from edging forward and sinking my teeth into her nipple, making her back arch as she cries out in ecstasy, letting every motherfucker on this plane know she’s filled with pleasure.
Moments later, I feel the pressure at my temple alleviate before the thump of the gun falls at my side. My breath hitches, waiting for the sound of a bullet leaving the chamber, but nothing comes as I sag with relief.
“Fuck, Wren, how are we ever going to survive you, huh?” Enzo’s question goes unanswered as I cling to her.
Banding my arms around her waist, I rest my forehead against Wren’s stomach as she curls her arms around my neck, clinging to me just as I am to her.
She’s everything. It’s not a worthy word to describe her, but nothing else even comes close. She was made for us, for me, and I know that without a shadow of a doubt. I can let my craziness free, encourage her to aim a gun at me as I climax inside of her, and she’s right there with me.
Fuck.
Now we need to get this bullshit sorted in New York, bring justice to the De Luca family business, before we can get right back on this plane and go again.
And again, and again, and again.
28
WREN
Ireach the bottom of the airplane steps and take a deep breath. How does US soil feel so foreign when I’ve only been gone for such a short period of time? Clearly being fucked so hard by my Italians is morphing me into someone else entirely.
Someone tolerable? The world would be so lucky.
Matteo is a few steps ahead, talking with the driver of the SUV parked beside him, and I don’t miss the way his gaze keeps drifting back to me. Vito brushes past me, his hand running across my butt as he goes, glancing back over his shoulder with a wink as my thighs clench together.
These men are going to ruin me in the best way possible, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
“Come on,Bella, let’s get this show on the road,” Enzo mutters as he reaches the bottom of the steps, tossing his arm around my shoulders as he guides me toward the SUV.
I fall into step with him as I wrap my arms around my waist, pinning the hoodie I’m now wearing tighter to my skin. Even with one of their t-shirts on underneath, it’s nowhere near as warm in New York as it was in Italy, and I’m feeling the temperature dip on every inch of my skin.
Vito climbs into the SUV first as Matteo finishes talking with the driver, patting him on the shoulder before he follows suit. Enzo bows dramatically at the open door, waving his hand for me to go first, and I shake my head at his antics as I do just that.
Getting comfortable in the leather seat, with Vito to my right and Enzo taking the empty seat to my left as he shuts the door, my gaze latches on to Matteo’s, who sits directly facing me with his elbows braced on his knees.
He looks every inch the businessman that he is. Not one of them are wearing casual clothing, all draped in designer navy suits, buttoned-up shirts, and matching ties. The way he moves in it, it’s like a second skin, while you can tell Vito and Enzo would rather be wearing something else. Or at least, I can tell that.
“Tell me the plan,Stellina.” Matteo quirks a brow at me as he waits for me to respond, just as the SUV starts to move.
Not this again. He must have asked me the same question fifteen times since we went over everything on the plane.
“You already know the plan, Matteo, you came up with it. I’m not repeating this again.” I give him a challenging look of my own, but he doesn’t falter under my gaze.
“I know I did, but I want to confirm you know the plan as well as you claim to. The more you repeat it, the more you remember it.”
With a dramatic eye roll, I fold my arms over my chest before tilting my head back, closing my eyes as I repeat the plan word for word to him.
