Chapter Four #3
‘I have to go,’ I said, rushing over to grab my dress and bra from the floor where I’d tossed them away. ‘I need to find my purse.’ How the heck was I going to get morning-after medication in Italy?
‘Hey! Mia.’ He stood and strode towards me, comfortable in his nakedness.
He snagged my wrist, preventing me from putting on the dress. The shiver of sensation darting up my arm was nothing compared to the deep pulse in my sex at the sight of him—so tall, so fit, so gorgeous. Even flaccid, his cock looked impressive.
‘You cannot leave,’ he said, his brow furrowing. ‘The night is not over. And your purse will be safe until morning.’
‘But we didn’t use any protection,’ I blurted out.
‘I have condoms in my purse, but I totally forgot about it…about them. Everything was just so…hot. I’ve never done it before without protection.
’ Not even with Dave, I thought miserably, because sex had never been this hot or spontaneous with him.
‘And I just didn’t stop to think, so I have to… ’
‘Shhh…’ He pressed a finger to my lips to stop the babble of panic in its tracks. ‘I am healthy. This is a first for me also.’
My panic downgraded a notch. But there was still the massive problem of pregnancy.
‘I’m so sorry, I’m not on the pill…’ I managed, feeling so gauche and unsophisticated having to make the admission. If he hadn’t guessed already I was a hookup virgin, he would certainly know now. ‘I should have said something, I know, but…’
He stroked his thumb across my lips, silencing me again. But his expression barely changed, until his lips twisted in a sensual smile. To my astonishment, he didn’t look shocked or horrified at my confession. Instead, his eyes became hooded with what I now recognised as desire.
‘I like imagining this body pregnant with my child…’ he murmured, running his palm down to cup my breast and thumb the nipple.
‘What…?’ I croaked, shocked he could find the prospect arousing.
‘Your breasts would become so sensitive.’
I shuddered, the streak of heat firing deep into my abdomen as he pinched my nipple, just hard enough to make sensation dart down to my core, heady and all-consuming.
‘Your belly where my child would grow would brand you as mine,’ he rumbled, his voice rich with the possessiveness I had noticed before.
I groaned, the picture he was painting both insane and wildly erotic.
Did he have some kind of fetish about pregnancy? I couldn’t process the thought when he cupped my sex as if it belonged to him, his fingers stroking, delving. I had to clasp his forearm, his touch too much, the tenderness there making me ache even as I wanted to ride his hand.
He clasped my neck with his other hand, dragged me close to press his lips to the pulse point under my ear.
‘It is making me want you again…’ he murmured, caressing the soft skin with those demanding lips as his fingers delved and probed again, rubbing the hot, sweet spot he had already feasted on.
I let out a staggered groan, forced to drop the dress, to cling to those broad shoulders as he turned the tenderness to hard, driving need.
‘Do not worry. If there is a baby, I will protect it…’ he said. ‘And you.’
My mind struggled to make sense of what he was saying as I plummeted head first into that hot vat of bliss all over again.
Even though I knew in some corner of my mind—where I could still process coherent thought—what he was saying was all wrong…because we’d only just met, and a pregnancy would be a disaster…his words—so gruff and sure and protective—were also impossibly arousing.
‘We will not take the risk again,’ he said, scooping me into his arms and striding back to the bed.
After placing me on the satin sheets, he produced a box of condoms from the bedside table and made short work of sheathing the already thickening erection.
Apparently he was as turned on as I was by the thought of an unplanned pregnancy.
What the hell?
But as he climbed on the bed and pressed my knees wide, I was swept away on a new wave of adrenaline, the endorphin high making coherent thought impossible.
I flinched as he sank into me in one sure, devastating thrust, filling me to bursting again.
The penetration was as immense as before.
He brushed the sweaty hair back from my forehead and kissed me hard on the lips while I adjusted to the devastating feel of having him inside me again, lodged deep.
‘But if fate gives us a baby—we will honour it,’ he declared.
I found myself nodding dumbly, not really having any clue what he meant…
He couldn’t want to become a father in these circumstances, with a woman he’d hooked up with for a single night.
But I couldn’t think about it now, as he began to move, rolling his hips out and back, conquering every part of me and claiming me as his.
I lifted my hips to meet his devastating thrusts, and decided I would have to think about it all tomorrow. Because tonight, all I could do was ride the whirlwind once more.
Vito
I worked her tight flesh in vicious strokes until the climax hit me, the grip of the orgasm as agonising as it was euphoric, rolling through my body like a summer storm. Wild, free and devastating.
She groaned, her hands clinging to my shoulders, her body milking me. Her face was a picture of shock and awe before I collapsed into her arms.
I braced my hands on the bed, pushed myself back so as not to crush her under my weight. But my arms were shaking, my muscles straining as I pulled out of her with difficulty and rolled to flop onto the bed beside her.
I felt drained, exhausted. I’d never had a climax like it. Make that two climaxes like it. And yet already, I could feel my cock twitching again, the heavy weight in my groin still not satisfied as I turned my head to find her staring back at me, those mossy-green eyes dazed.
I reached out to cradle her cheek and sink my fingers into her wild hair. I dragged her close to capture those plump lips and claim them again. Then I trailed my hand down to cup her full breast, thumb the nipple, still rigid and begging for my mouth.
I swallowed heavily, my cock thickening again—wanting more, when it should already have had enough.
She clasped my wrist, then blinked. Her eyes widened as she glanced down and spotted my eager cock.
‘Didn’t you come?’ she asked, sounding concerned.
I let out a gruff laugh, enjoying her expression.
How could she be so hot and yet also so unsure?
In a way, though, her innocence was strangely beguiling.
Gullibility was not something I had ever valued before now.
In fact, normally I would happily exploit it.
But on her it was almost like a strength instead of a weakness, a shield against the darkness.
I shook off the dumb notion—clearly the stress of the last few months had taken a bigger toll than I had realised. But my voice was rough with an emotion I didn’t like when I spoke. ‘Yes. But my cock has other ideas,’ I said, being deliberately crude.
I dragged the sheet up and over us both, placed my hand behind my head and willed my cock to behave.
Dio. What the hell was happening to me? I enjoyed sex as much as the next man, probably more.
It had always been a valuable stress release from the danger I lived in.
But I had never been insatiable. Had never felt this grinding hunger to possess a woman so completely, even the prospect of a pregnancy hadn’t deterred me—or disgusted me, as it should.
In fact, when she revealed she wasn’t on the pill, and I had realised I hadn’t even thought of protection myself—something I had never forgotten before—my first reaction had been a surge of adrenaline so intense it had blindsided me.
The elemental desire to mark her as mine, to see her body grow and change as it nurtured my seed, had been nothing short of animalistic.
And so erotic, I’d known I had to have her again or die.
But even now, it didn’t feel like we were done—which was almost as concerning as my dumb decision to let her ride me bareback.
I should have her escorted back to her hotel.
I had never brought a woman to the palazzo before—which was why Gattuso had been so concerned when we had arrived.
The villa was my stronghold and the base of my operations in Naples.
I kept the estate heavily guarded, and the only people I allowed into the house itself were people I paid well for their loyalty.
Not a one-night hookup who did not even know who I was.
Normally I would take a woman I wanted to my cabin on the yacht.
Because then I could leave them there at my convenience…
I didn’t sleep much, and rarely at night.
It was in the dark that danger lurked. I had learnt this the hard way as a boy…
And I did not need a woman in my bed for anything other than sex.
Nighttime was when I needed to be at my most alert.
But as she lay silently beside me, just listening to her breathing, knowing she was there felt good. So when she lifted the sheet, clearly intending to slip away from me again, I found myself reaching out to grasp her wrist.
Don’t leave me.
The request almost slipped out, but I bit it back, horrified it had sprung into my head in the first place. Where had that come from? I had not needed anyone—and certainly not a woman—since I had lost my mother.
‘Where are you going?’ I demanded more roughly than I had intended when I saw her flinch.
‘I don’t… I don’t think I can take you again so soon,’ she murmured, clearly referring to my needy cock, which still hadn’t got the message.
I dragged her back towards me and kissed her nose, touched by her bluntness and enjoying her latest show of independence.
Funny, I had never found honesty a turn-on before now either, but with her it was.
Women were too willing to do as I asked of them, especially since I had become a don.
As a result, my sex life had become jaded…
I was prepared to use force in my business, but it was not something which had ever excited me in bed.
I didn’t trade protection or anything else for sex.
My father, Don Salvatore, had taught me there was a code with women, as with everything else.
A code of honour that should not be broken.
I had thought his code foolish as a teenager.
In fact, it had angered me. Because my mother had broken the code—by not honouring their marriage—and he had always refused to condemn her for it.
She had not shown loyalty to my father or the family, when she had run from him and taken me with her.
And left us both at the mercy of a man who had enjoyed hurting us.
I pushed the thoughts of my past to one side. It had no place here. Was this the reason for my foolish desire to keep Mia close tonight? A layover from my screwed-up childhood?
But as my gaze sank to her breasts, plump and round, the freckles across her cleavage visible in the moonlight, my erection swelled.
I almost sighed with relief. This was about sex, nothing more.
And being too long without a woman. Mia and I were extraordinarily compatible, and the fact she had no idea who I was added novelty to this encounter, which made the sex more addictive.
‘Stay until morning…’ I demanded.
Once dawn broke, I would have had my fill of her, and any thoughts about my past would be locked away again.
I was not that frightened child anymore.
I was a man who could command an army. An army that had won the war to regain all my father’s territory—when Dante had tried to encroach on it after his death.
She stared back at me, those wide, guileless eyes a misty emerald in the moonlight, the scent of her intoxicating as she considered my proposal.
As I waited for her answer, I had the unsettling thought maybe my desire for her to say yes was about more than just sex.
My heart throbbed in my throat, the sense of anticipation as rare as it was disturbing.
‘Okay,’ she said, blushing prettily, clearly having surprised herself.
Relief coursed through me, but I forced myself not to show it.
‘But can I have a shower?’ she asked.
I laughed, breaking the tension. Dio, but she was adorable. I kept a firm grip on her wrist and tugged her to me until I could hook my leg over hers and make her aware of my growing need.
‘Yes, but only if I can join you.’ I pressed a finger to her lower lip, excitement surging when she nipped the tip. ‘I still want to feel these lips wrapped around my cock.’
Her mouth curved in a sensual smile as she stretched against me—bold and beautiful. And then she licked her lips, and the searing heat in her gaze made my cock throb back to full mast.
‘All right,’ she replied, her voice as husky as mine. ‘If you insist.’
‘I do,’ I said.
But just as I reached for her, preparing to make her pay for her earlier defiance, she slipped out of my arms, scrambled off the bed and darted towards the bathroom.
‘But you’ll have to catch me first,’ she shouted over her shoulder.
I swore in Italian as I watched her streak off, her bare butt bobbing in the moonlight, my cock hardening even more. I jumped from the bed, determined to catch her—but as I chased after her, her playful laughs released the knot in my chest which had been there for months, maybe even years.
Once I had caught her and she was on her knees, that succulent mouth caressing my aching cock, her eyes dazed with lust, my mind shattering with the intensity of the orgasm approaching, I was forced to acknowledge I had never had a more erotic experience in my life…
But later, as I drifted into a deep sleep and I tightened my arms around her, a disturbing thought consumed me. What if one night with this woman was not enough, and I was not ready to let her go in the morning?