My gasp brought a smile to his face, the amusement turning into an acceptance that he now owned me. How strange to completely understand exactly what was happening between us and how things had changed.
Being a member of the Prince family no longer mattered, not in the sense of authority. Not that I’d ever been in charge of someone so utterly ruthless and unforgiving.
When he pushed in another inch, my entire body began to shake.
“Relax, sweet Ambrosia. I won’t hurt you.”
He had no understanding that he already had, but not in any way I could explain or even understand. But all was forgiven with his possessive words. I gripped the edge of the sink, arching my back as he tenderly pressed his cock inside.
The discomfort was there, but as with everything else about our acts of intimacy, the pleasure was all that mattered.
With a hard final thrust, he drove the remainder of his shaft inside, still smiling seeing my facial expression.
“This is so wrong.” I don’t know why I was tempting the beast lurking inside. Perhaps I wanted to hear him telling me that I wasn’t getting away from him. Not now. Not ever.
“Perhaps,la mia bellezza.”
My beauty. Every time he whispered a single word in Italian, my pussy got wetter.
“But the electricity between us is very real and refuses to be shoved aside. Make no mistake about what I said before. You are mine.”
What was it about the frankness of his words that aroused me as much as when he touched me?
With every brutal stroke, I was driven onto my toes. The steam had returned in full force and neither one of us seemed to care. He fucked me as if we would never be together again, his stamina as incredible as everything else about him.
Every sound was gruff and unforgiving. Every touch of his hand forceful. And I was enjoying every moment of being taken roughly by him.
This was what surrendering fully and completely to a man was like.
Seconds turned into minutes, the sheer ecstasy all consuming.
With a squeeze of my muscles, he threw his head back and I was rewarded with his vocal loss of control just as he erupted deep inside.
Maybe this was the actual moment that had changed everything between us, blurring all the fine yet detailed lines while destroying the iron shackles we’d both worn.
And the beautiful way my body responded to his was worth whatever I’d go through with my family. More than that. Ten times over.
This was the first time that I could remember being so happy.
The very first time.
CHAPTER 18
Donatello
“Are you ready to confess your sins, Ms. Prince?”
My question was met with a laugh. “My sins. What about your sins, Mr. Giovanni? Shouldn’t you be headed to confession or something? Although I would assume walking into a church could present a problem for you.”
“How so?” With my jacket unbuttoned, I had my hands in my trouser pockets as we walked slowly down a crowded sidewalk.
Emmeline moved in front of me, walking backward as she answered, obviously curious as to my expression. “Given your evil deeds, aren’t you worried about bursting into flames?”
Every time she laughed, every muscle in my body tensed.
“Well, the last time I checked, my penchant for bloodshed wasn’t to ingest after licking my sharp fangs, only to spill on the streets. However, since I haven’t been to confession since I was a child,you’re right in that the priest would likely ask me to leave after an hour of his time.”
She arched her eyebrows. “Yes, you are a bad boy. So what else am I supposed to confess? You know all my dirty little secrets, it seems. At least so you say.”