33. Dante
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 vision blurs 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, someone more 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.
My family made me, and our bond is strong, but we are more than our titles. They do not define the men we are.
While watching Lucia’s fantastic tits bounce, I pound into her while applying pressure on her clit with my index finger and thumb.
She trembles in anticipation of an imminent release as a flush of heat creeps up her neck.
The pleasure blistering through her appears almost unbearable, the tension too much.
The knowledge only makes me work her harder.
I pinch her clit while rolling my hips, triggering an orgasm that rings her husky moans in my ears and throbs every vein in my cock.
If a connection like this is wrong, who wants to be right?
Nothing this ferocious could ever be wrong.
While sinking into her on repeat, I touch her everywhere. Her breasts, her face, the ticklish zone behind her knee. I caress every inch of her skin, then fight to stave off my release when stars blister through her eyes for the umpteenth time this evening.
Her pussy strangles my cock as she rides the high of euphoria, her body shuddering through the violent waves.
“One more.”
The frantic squeezes of her pussy have me teetering on the edge of release, but I need more.
Always more.
“Holy shit,” Lucia murmurs, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can. You’re already at a record.”
The smugness swelling in my chest radiates in my voice. “You can. I know you can.”
With my fingers digging into her hips, I pound into her, sinking every inch of my cock inside.
The image is intensely erotic, and before I know it, spurts of cum rocket out of my cock.
Thank fuck the throbs of my release set Lucia off too. She’s right there with me, clawing the sheets as every exquisite inch of her body falls into exhaustion she’s been endeavoring to hold back for the past twelve hours.
When I collapse at her side after removing my condom, I pull her over to cocoon her body with mine. Her words are husky when she tells me how fantastic I am in bed, and then the slightest whistle accompanies her shallow breaths as she drifts toward sleep.
With my eyes close to closing and my heart full as fuck, I press my lips to her sweaty temple. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.”
And the next morning, when I wake to her still in my bed, I do precisely that.