Chapter 33
Dante
Memories flood my head. They’re intense and confusing. One moment, my cock pulses with the desire to be deep inside Lucia’s sultry heat. The next, I’m back in Anna’s hotel room, glass in hand, sweating under the heat of Carmela’s cunning smile.
I tossed back the drink she’d made me, and then… nothing.
A blank stretch of time I blamed on stress because it was easier than admitting I’d been played for a fool.
Now I remember.
Parts of my night are still blurry, but one fact clearly stands out amid the chaos.
Carmela drugged me.
That fucking bitch tainted my drink, risking my chance of gaining full custody of both my daughter and Lucia’s heart.
The dangerous game she’s playing detonates inside me, hot and violent. All I see is red. I want to tear through walls and drag her out of Carlisle by the strands on her abhorrent head before burying her corpse where it’ll never be found.
I’m furious in an unhinged way. My blood is too hot, and my visionblurs at the edges, but I force myself to breathe because, given how much I want to hunt her down right now and make her pay for every second she stole from me, there’s something… no,someonemore important who needs my utmost devotion right now.
Lucia withers beneath me. Her hair is still damp from the shower, and her eyes are heavy with lust and another word she’s too afraid to share right now.
I almost lost her, so even though I won’t rest until Carmela regrets thinking she could manipulate me, she won’t get what’s coming to her until I’m finished here.
Tonight, Lucia comes first.
Tonight, I choose her.
And I’m never letting her go.
My cock twitches as I peer down at Lucia. She’s breathless and red-faced. Dark rings circle her eyes, and her lips are dry and kiss-swollen, but she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
When she reaches up for me instead of pulling away like she usually does, I weave my fingers through her damp hair and collide our mouths. As our tongues duel, Lucia finishes undoing my belt, unclasps the button of my trousers, then slides down the zipper.
The next few seconds move faster than the blink of an eye. My trousers and underwear are shoved down my thighs, and then my cock is sheathed in a condom before it’s surrounded by the velvety heat of Lucia’s pussy.
I sink in deep, moaning when my cock bottoms out at her uterus.
Lucia doesn’t pay any attention to the pain. Her moans are lyrical gold to my ears, and they have my cock withdrawing long before she’s had time to acclimate to the girth her gorgeous face and body will forever instigate.
“Dig your feet into my ass,angelo. Guide the pace.”
She was almost sexually assaulted last night. Fucking her like I’m using her was not my intention when I asked if she had time to talk. It’s just hard to remember how to be a gentleman when the epitome of a wet dream is bucking and moaning beneath you.
In a matter of seconds, we find a rhythm that is a mix of hard and fast and slow and sensual. The combination of wicked and sweet is powerful. The wish to come rises inside me, pulling my balls in snugly to my body and thickening my cock more.
I won’t relent yet, though. I need to coerce at least another two orgasms from Lucia first.
Slowly, after a final bite of her lower lip and enough time for her desired speed to be imprinted on me, I inch back. I place one hand under her hips to raise her ass off the bedding before lowering the other to the throbbing nub between her legs.
As her hands fist the bedding, I demand her eyes to mine.
They’re lost to the sensual storm we’ve created but carry that same loved-up glint they held when I took responsibility for the mistakes I made.
I put the Cosa Nostra and my family before her.
That won’t happen again.