Chapter 13
Sienna
Even though alarm bells sound vaguely in the distance, I can’t form a coherent thought as Christiano steals my breath with a kiss that strips me of the ability to resist him.
All I can smell is a dark blend of violence and leather laced with a hint of spice.
All I can feel is his weight, and it makes me feel safer than I’ve felt in a really long while.
And then there’s the desire, so intense and overpowering, I don’t stand a chance as his strong fingers massage my breast and tweak my nipple.
Jesus.
I gasp right before a moan slips free.
Christiano breaks the kiss, and pushing his body up until he’s straddling me, he grabs hold of my cami and rips the silk fabric right down the middle.
Just as I’m about to tell him to wait, he ducks down and sucks my nipple into his mouth while shoving his hand into my shorts.
In a move I’ll never be able to carry out, he forces my legs to open wider with one of his knees, then his finger strokes through the arousal that’s gathered at my entrance.
Ohhhhhh Godddddd.
The moan escaping me is embarrassingly loud, and instead of pushing him away, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck while my other one grips his wrist. My hips gyrate as I search for much more friction.
What did I want to do?
Christiano feasts on my breasts like a starving man, his teeth working my nipples into stiff peaks. It feels unbelievably good, making my abdomen clench, causing more of my arousal to soak his fingers.
Can’t remember.
Passion and lust detonate between us, obliterating the alarm bells.
Using my body, I push against his, and when he relents and lets me shove him onto his back, I climb the man like a tree.
The flash of surprise on his face barely registers with me as I hurry to undo the buttons of his black dress shirt.
When I shove the fabric out of my way, and I see dark outlines of new tattoos that weren’t there the last time I saw him shirtless, I’m gone for the man.
Christiano sits up, and while he strips the shirt off and tosses it beside the bed, I work to get his belt undone.
Just as an alarm starts to ring in the back of my mind, he flips me over in a single, swift move. As I land on my back, he grabs my pajama shorts and hauls them down my legs.
Not even bothering to take off his pants, he only shoves the fabric down enough to free his cock. I barely get a glimpse of his manhood before he positions himself at my entrance.
He braces his left hand beside my head, and as he claims my mouth in an uncontrollable kiss, he grabs hold of my hip and thrusts.
When he doesn’t enter me, I begin to feel feverish with desperation.
He pushes hard, and when he breaches my opening, he surges so deep that a sharp and burning pain rips me out of the passion-induced coma he has me in.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans against my mouth, his body shuddering hard.
I draw in a sharp breath as my mind clears enough for me to realize I’m having sex with Christiano.
Oh. My. God. What have I done?
He picks up on my change of mood, and lifting his head, our eyes lock.
Jesus. What do I do?
Christiano’s features soften, and he presses a gentle kiss to my mouth before asking, “Do you want to stop?”
It’s a little too late. He’s already inside me.
God. Christiano is buried to the hilt inside me.
The realization has my eyes widening, and for a moment, I’m completely overwhelmed by how big he feels and the fact that I didn’t stop things from escalating to this point.
He braces his forearms on either side of my head and presses another tender kiss to my jaw. “Baby?”
My voice is hoarse as I whisper, “I’m processing.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
I surprise myself when I shake my head.
His eyes turn incredibly soft, looking like black velvet.
Every emotion I’ve had to fight since the day he got shot in front of me pours into my heart.
The love I feel for him. The need I have for him to protect me. The attraction that just keeps growing, no matter how hard I try to stop it.
Like in every other aspect of my life, I’m not strong enough to tell him to stop. Not with him already buried inside me. Instead, I lift my head and crush my mouth to his.
Christiano quickly takes over control, and when he kisses me with the dominance and heat I find utterly addictive, my worry and chaotic emotions fade to background noise.
As he once again places me in a passion-induced coma, I have an incredible need for him to move.
I swear the man can read my thoughts, because he slowly pulls out, allowing me to feel every glorious inch of his hard cock.
When Christiano pushes back inside me, I only feel a pinch, but it’s quickly drowned out by pleasure as his pelvis rubs hard against my clit.
“Oh God,” I gasp into his mouth, my hands finding his back. I revel in the feel of his hot skin and muscles beneath my fingertips, and I quickly get drunk from touching him.
Once again, he loses all control, and while he begins to kiss me with hungry strokes of his tongue, he fills me with powerful thrusts.
My body keeps jerking against his, and it creates an inferno of heat between us.
Every time he hammers into me, my abdomen clenches.
Suddenly, he pushes his torso up, and dragging his hand down between my breasts, I watch as he relishes touching me.
His voice is hoarse as he groans, “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
Christiano locks eyes with me while keeping the pace relentlessly hard and fast. My breasts bounce, and my skin grows slick with sweat as the tightening in my abdomen tenses and tenses.
My lips part, and I tilt my head when I reach the point where I can’t handle it anymore. “Christiano.” His name is nothing more than a plea.
I watch as his expression turns possessive, then he pushes a hand down between us, and the moment he rubs my clit, ecstasy explodes through me.
For a blessed moment, I feel nothing but the pleasure Christiano is giving me.
There’s no panic. No fear. No desperate need to hide from the world.
There’s only the man I love, and how incredibly good it feels as he fucks me.
As I’m carried to the high heavens on a cloud of satisfaction and bone-melting euphoria, his body shudders as he fills me with two more thrusts before stilling deep inside me.
The groan rumbling from his chest as he orgasms sounds downright predatory. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses as he plunges inside me again. “See how much your pussy needed me?”
Ripples of ecstasy scatter through my body from his filthy words, and it feels as if he’s massaging my sensitive opening with his cock, which makes me experience a different kind of pleasure.
Another groan rumbles from him. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I needed you.”
As I come down from my high, Christiano’s hand rubs up and down my front, giving me the impression he doesn’t plan on stopping.
Ducking his head, his lips close around my breast again, and when he sucks, there’s a zap of electricity all the way to my clit. I clench involuntarily around his cock, and it makes a grin tug at his lips as his teeth work my nipple into a stiff peak.
He frees my breast before licking his way up to my mouth. “All. Fucking. Mine.” His eyes flick to mine, and when I see the possessiveness in his gaze, I know with absolute certainty there won’t be any stopping him.
While he was working the past few months, I’ve been obsessively thinking about what he said. I already knew there would be no changing his mind, but as I stare up at him, it really sinks in that I can’t fight Christiano.
Just like I couldn’t stop us from having sex, I won’t be able to stop him from marrying me because I have zero control where this man is concerned.
Panic shoots through me, and I push as hard as I can against his chest, while snapping, “Get off me!”
He pulls out of me, his expression instantly turning dark and thunderous as he rolls onto his back.
I scoot off the bed and run to the bathroom. I make sure to lock the door behind me, and while Christiano’s release trickles down the inside of my thighs, I open the cabinet and grab a Xanax. Shoving it into my mouth, I swallow hard to get the medication down.
God.
All the thoughts and emotions that were silenced by the passion return like a tsunami, and I quickly cover my mouth with both my hands to smother the sounds of my panicked gasps.
No! How could I get so lost in him?
It takes a few seconds before the medication kicks in, and when the worst of the panic is smothered, I think to clean myself.
Jesus, Christiano has probably been with half the women in New York, and I just let him fuck me bare.
Thankfully, I’m on the pill to regulate my menstrual cycle, but that won’t save me from an STD.
The thought of Chrisitiano being with other women fills my chest with unreasonable jealousy, and once I’m done cleaning his release off me, I grab a towel and wrap it around my body.
I hold my hand in front of me and wait for the trembling to stop before I unlock the door and yank it open. Walking back into the bedroom, I switch on the light. My eyes fall on Christiano’s bare chest, and now that I’m able to see his tattoos clearly, I’m struck speechless.
Across his heart is my name, and right beneath it are the words, ‘Pi sempti mia.’
My Sicilian is very rusty, but I think I know what it means.
“Forever mine,” Christiano whispers, his tone intimate and possessive.
Then I notice two cuts. One across his forearm and the other over his ribs. They look fresh.
Thank God I just took a Xanax because as I look at the wounds, I spiral a little, thinking how easily he could’ve been killed.
I rip my eyes away from Christiano, and walking to the closet, I grab my silk robe. I put it on before letting the towel fall to the floor, and with my back turned to the bed, I ask, “Are you clean or should I visit a doctor to check for STDs?”
The bed creaks, and a second later, I’m grabbed by the arm and swung around.
As I gasp, Christiano leans down and growls, “You think I’ve cheated on you?”
My mind scrambles, and I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “It’s not cheating if we’re not together.”
His expression becomes grimmer, and anger makes a dangerous light shine in his eyes.
“I never gave up on us, Sienna. Not for a single fucking second.” He leans in even closer.
“Unlike you, I keep my promises. I haven’t been with any fucking women, and I never will be with anyone but you.
” He inhales a harsh breath. “So no, you don’t have to check for STDs. ”
Realizing he’s gravely offended, I quickly give him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?” He pulls away fast, as if touching me burns him. Snatching his shirt from the floor, he yanks it on while his voice cuts sharply through the air. “Didn’t know I love you, or that what we have means so little that you think I’d cheat on you the moment things get hard?”
He sits down on the bed, his breathing harsh as his temper spirals out of control. When he reaches for his boots, I dart forward and shove them away.
Kneeling in front of him, I place my hands on his thighs and give him a pleading look. “I’m sorry, Christiano. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Desperate to calm his explosive temper, I dart up again and wrap my arms around his neck. Instead of pushing me away like I’ve done countless times with him, he pulls me onto his lap and grips me tightly.
I listen as he takes deep breaths of my scent, and when his body shudders, I begin to rub my right hand up and down his back.
Jesus. We’re such a mess.