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Fuck, she's right. I should have considered protection first, but every inch of me is burning to pound into Loren until she's shaking and gasping my name. Protection never crossed my mind, and I'm glad she hasn't apparently lost her mind with need the way I have yet. I quickly grab her purse from where she dropped it near the bed, but when I go to unzip it, she sits up and yanks it away, laughing.
"You don't just go rummaging in a woman's purse, Mr. Impatient."
I give her a dark smile as I hand the purse over, capturing her chin in my fingers so she is forced to look at me.
"I'm only impatient because I'm aching for you, Loren. Get the damn condom, so I can fuck your perfect pussy the way a good girl like you deserves."
Her pupils dilate, and she breathes, "Oh. Shit. Yes. God, you look good when you smile. You should do that more—at me."
As she searches her purse, I can't keep myself from touching more of her. I run my hands over the curve of her hips, over her stomach, kissing every inch and licking my way up her delectable cleavage as she groans.
Finally, she hands me the condom, and I quickly roll it on. Then, hungry for her and mindless with desire, I kiss Loren hard and thrust into her simultaneously, lifting her knees to make her wrap her legs around me in a position that gives me all the access I'm so desperate for. The gasps and moans she makes as I fuck her hard are ecstasies on the ears, and I lose myself in this beautiful woman who makes me forget who I am and the pressures in my life.
She cries out and buries her face in my neck, and I groan at the feeling of her clenching so tightly around me. I want more. I'm not done with this mesmerizing beauty, and I lift her knees again so that her legs rest over my shoulders.
We both groan at the sensation of this new position, and soon, she's repeating my name between panted moans as I pound into her, whispered Italian escaping me as I forget to stick to English. I worship her in my family's mother tongue, chasing the mounting need between us until she comes undone around me again.
I follow closely behind, blinding pleasure flooding my body until I finally turn her on her side and pull her close, kissing her bare shoulder and neck as we catch our breaths.
"That was…" she breathes.
“Sorprendente,”I murmur against her skin. "Amazing."
"I like your tattoos. And the rest of you. And—God, I'm going to be so fucking sore."
I would say I'm sorry, but it would be a lie. I could tell by the sounds she made and the way she kept clenching around me that she liked how rough I was. And I can see the smile on her pretty face now, so I just grin against her hair, breathing in the smell of cherry blossoms.
I hold her close for several long moments and think about none of the stressors that tax my soul so much every day. I don't think about the violence or the cutthroat business world. I just exist in the moment with Loren, whose body fits soperfectlyagainst mine as her breathing evens out.
"I should really get going," she whispers, the sound of it slurred with exhaustion.
"You should stay right here with me," I assert, tucking her head under my chin and shutting my eyes. "Just know I'll wake you soon."
She lets out the curest grunt I've ever heard as if she's offended. "Why ask me to stay if you'll just wake me up again?"
I nibble her earlobe teasingly. "Because I'm too much of a fucking realist to believe I'll get another perfect night like this with you, and I need it. I need to hear you scream my name again, little spitfire. I'm not done with you." I pause. "I'll even smile at you again if you want, as long as you stay."
Loren laughs softly, but she must have had a tiring day because she's asleep in my arms before long. I rest alongside her—but I mean precisely what I said. I already know that I won't be satisfied with just one night with her. Not by a long shot.
The hotel room is quiet and serene, and I'd like nothing more than to stay pressed against this gorgeous woman. Unfortunately, my day always starts early, and I need to check in with my men about everything that happened while I was away last night, enjoying every moment I possibly could with Loren.
But as I quietly detangle myself from the sheets and the beauty sleeping so peacefully, I accidentally knock Loren's purse from the bedside table where she'd left it the night before. I grimace when it hits the floor, but when I pick it up, something in the spilled contents makes me freeze.
It's a device so out of place among the wallet and lipstick.
A hacking device, I realize, picking it up as my other fist clenches at my side.
Loren's string of good Luck yesterday wasn't Luck at all—she's a fucking hacker. She was scamming everything she "won" from my family's establishment.
I grit my teeth and look at where she's still resting. She looks so angelic and precious, so gloriously ruffled and naked in this bed. Seeing her this way would be a lie, as If everything I did to her last night didn't affect me in a very primal way.
She made me feel better than I have in a very long time, and it wasn't just the amazing sex. I genuinely like Loren. Last night, I wanted to find out where I could take things from here with her, but now?
If my father found out about this, she would be snuffed out without a second thought.
That realization makes me grimace. I don't want him to know about this—abouther. If he found out someone could hack the games in our place, he would force her to tell him exactly how, either by threatening her loved ones or through torture, and I can't let that happen. But I also can't pretend to be fine with her scamming money from my family and thensleepingwith me.
Loren is sharp. Now I'm certain she knew who I was all along—a mafioso, not someone to be messed with. So it doesn't matter if the idea of sending her packing with a violent threat makes my chest hurt, and it doesn't matter that I wish things were different.
