35
Sunlight streaked through the window, the heat pulling me from the grip of a dream I desperately tried to hold on to. She was so warm, so fucking tight as I thrust into her cunt until the pressure shot down my back and coiled in my balls.
Fuck.
I reached behind me and grabbed the top of the headboard as the last shred of sleep slipped away. My other hand dropped to stroke my cock, but instead found a fistful of long curls, prompting me to open my eyes to the most beautiful fucking sight.
Amara pulled back, the head of my cock bumping the top of her lip, and she grinned before sinking as far as she could go.
“Oh, fuck, preziosa .”
I thought I was dreaming and buried deep inside my girl, fighting to stay asleep when I should have known there was nothing better than the real thing. Gripping her hair tighter, I watched her swallow my cock over and over like it was made for her mouth .
“That’s it. Just a little more.”
She gagged as my piercing hit the back of her throat, and I loosened my hold to offer some reprieve, but Amara dug her nails into my thighs and pushed harder, forcing tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Look at you, baby. Your first time, and you’re taking me so good.”
Blinking away the moisture, she smiled around my shaft and fisted the root, using her saliva to pump and suck at the same time. I’d been so fucking enthralled with the vision of her like a goddess with her lips around my dick that I hadn’t noticed she was naked. Her breasts were peaked with rosy nipples, moving at a rhythmic pace with every swallow.
“My beautiful girl.” Releasing the headboard, I reached for her and rolled a nipple between my fingers, squeezing until she groaned around my cock. “I don’t know what good I did in this life to deserve you but, fuck me, I’ll do it over and over just to have you this way. Forever.”
She paused, nails biting into my flesh, and let my aching dick pop out of her mouth.
“Forever?” she questioned in a hushed voice, tongue gliding against her swollen bottom lip. She crawled up my body on all fours and kissed me. “Remember when I said sometimes we don’t know what we’re asking for?”
I hauled her back to my mouth. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
Her eyes watered again, and I concluded that the only time I’d accept her tears was when she had a mouthful of my cock and the happy ones that lit up her gorgeous face.
“I need you, Santi,” she whimpered, pulling my fingers to her lips and sliding them inside. “Fuck me.”
“Then sit that sweet cunt down, preziosa .”
A sharp hiss vibrated in her throat as she fell and stretched around me. Every inch inside her was as close to paradise as I’d ever reach.
“I could die here with you,” I growled, thrusting until she pushed against my piercing. “Ride me, baby. I’m yours.”
The sight of her—impaled on my cock, tits bouncing, curls in every direction, and my fingers fucking her throat—had me ready to bust.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
Slipping from her mouth, I gripped her neck and gauged her reaction as I applied more pressure. Amara closed her eyes and splayed her hands across my abdomen, rocking her hips in tight strokes. She was close, letting her head fall back and crying out when the metal hit that sweet spot.
“Fuck…Yes, Santi,” she panted, collapsing over me.
I tangled my fist in her hair and met her hooded eyes. “I’m a greedy bastard, and I want more. Again.”
Amara let out a sigh as a slow smile danced on her lips. “I’m yours.”
“I know.” Flipping us over, I pushed her hair to the side, kissing down her back until I reached her ass and bit her cheek. She released a playful yelp and twisted to look at me.
“Do it again,” she demanded.
There wasn’t a damn thing in this world that I’d deny her. Whatever Amara wanted was hers. She'd have it if it were in my power to give, steal, kill, or burn for it. Something as simple as biting her plump little ass was a privilege. Hell, I’d kiss it, and hopefully, one day, I’d get to fuck it, too.
My teeth caught her skin with an ounce more pressure, and she moaned and rocked forward on her hands and knees. I reveled in the sight of her dripping pussy, anticipating filling her to the brim with my cum, exactly how she was meant to be. Running a knuckle along her swollen clit, I grinned when she jerked under my touch.
“I want to try something,” I said, dipping my fingers inside.
She whimpered into the sheets. “What? Anything.” Her voice was strangled, desperate, hips moving against my hand.
“I want to hear you.” I snatched her hair, lifting her face from the sheets. “I want you to tell me how hard.” I gave her cunt a gentle slap, and she sang for me. “How fast.” Two more swift taps had her shaking her head and whispering my name. “How good you feel.” Dipping my face, I ran my tongue from the top of her pussy, stopping for an extra lick where she dripped, and through the end, kissing the dimples above her ass. “Are we clear?”
Amara nodded.
“Words, preziosa .”
“Crystal. Now, hurry up and fuck me, Santi.”
I chuckled and squeezed my aching cock, panting my initials on one of her ass cheeks with the pre-cum leaking from my slit.
“Perfect. Mine.”
When I slid inside her, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes as the heat of her walls swallowed me inch by inch.
“More,” she moaned, easing back. “Deeper. I want to feel you damn near in my throat.”
A hearty laugh shook my chest, and I obliged my girl, pushing until her body reached its limit. I pulled back and plunged inside again. Amara gripped the sheets and arched her spine, allowing me to slip another delicious inch deeper.
“God, just like that. Faster.”
With a grin, I leaned forward, lips brushing her shoulder. “Feel how wet that sweet cunt is for me, Amara.”
Her teeth parted against her knuckle as her other hand drifted between her legs, where the tips of her fingers grazed the underside of my cock.
“So wet…so fucking good,” she murmured. “Harder.”
Her knees slid forward with every thrust.
“I wish you could see how beautiful we look together.”
“Deeper,” she whined.
My fingers dug into her hips as the pressure in my balls blazed a trail along my spine. I felt myself breaking apart with every swallow of her pussy. “You were made for me, preziosa .”
“Show me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours.”
My strokes slowed but intensified in power, causing her hands to slip off the edge of the bed. Amara groaned my name and attempted to regain leverage, but I didn’t need her help. I slammed her pretty pussy over my cock, my piercing knocking inside her until she cried out in Portuguese and collapsed into a puddle with her head hanging over the edge.
Growling, I spilled every drop, filling her to the brim until I was coated in us both.
After the first ten minutes of admiring her sated smile and how her wild hair framed her face and splayed like an angel’s halo against the sheets, I knew I was gone. But after twenty, there was no question. Signed, sealed, and fucking delivered.
I loved her.
Amore.
Love.
I should have been terrified, running out the door, trying to convince myself I was wrong. Amara was beautiful, and of course, I wanted to spend time with her, fuck her, put her on my arm, and show her off to the world. I did. I wanted all those things, but I also never wanted to let her go.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, touching my face.
You.
I love you.
“ About how much I’d love to stay here with you and forget that the world and the club still exist and that my cousin is still breathing.” I tucked her into my chest. “Thank you for yesterday. Leni can be a little hot and cold, unpredictable, but deep down, she has a good heart for those she cares about. I think you two could be good friends.”
Amara appeared to become pensive for a moment.
“She was…nice.”
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and taking advantage of my vulnerability, she flipped us over and sat on my abdomen, arms folded against my chest as her hair fell around us .
“I’m sorry,” she said, attempting to push the sex curls over her shoulders, but I caught her wrist and smiled.
“Leave it. This hair is one of my favorite things about you. One of many.”
As much as I wanted to scream to the four corners of the world to tell her how much I loved her, I knew she wasn’t ready yet. She might think I was crazy, and maybe I was, since it had been just over a month since that night she bewitched me. But I didn’t need a calendar to dictate my heart. Not when it had come back to life with the sole purpose of loving her.
“Santino, can I ask you something?”
I smoothed my hands down the curve of her back and over her ass, giving her cheeks a light tap. “Of course.”
With a small laugh, she laid her head on my shoulder and gently traced the scar on my sternum. “Do you know Valentina’s parents?”
“I’ve heard of them but never met them. Why? Because Derek was part of Ares?” She nodded but didn’t speak.
“Derek and his brother spared Maksim’s life a few years ago. Killed off most of his family.”
“Wow,” was all she said, and I felt her tense.
“Yeah. And you, preziosa , did you know him? Is that why you’re asking?”
For a moment, I thought she’d say yes, as her silence seemed like a confession, but she shook her head.
Silas had informed me of what I had already known and suspected. Amara Carvalho was a woman without a past or paper trail beyond the last few years. But I had kept my word and remained silent about her former affiliation with Ares. Silas and I had been brothers for over a decade, and hiding such vital information from him felt wrong, but my love and loyalty to this woman ran deep. My chest tightened upon realizing the lengths I would go to protect her.
I was hopeful that one day, she’d open up to me so that my love could extend to every part of who she was.
“Someone is calling you,” she said, pressing kisses down my chest.
“You expect me to give a damn about a phone when I’ve got you here like this?”
Amara slid her tongue lazily across my skin as she looked at me from under her lashes. “It could be important.”
“More important than my girl leaking all over me? No.”
A flush of pink colored her cheeks when she lifted her hips and peeked between us, where my cum was sliding out of her and over my pelvis.
“Shit,” she said in a slight panic as she tried to maneuver off me.
But I wrapped my arms around her in a bear hug.
I love you.
“That’s beautiful. That’s you and me.”
She rested her forehead on mine, curls fanning around us and giving the illusion that we, indeed, were in our own world. Maybe we’d stay another few days. What would be the harm? Work could wait.
“It is,” she whispered, kissing my chest.
My cell vibrated when I rolled us over, and Blaise’s name lit the screen.
Paranoia set in when I noted it had been his fourth attempt to reach me. Only an emergency would prompt repeated calls while I was out of the office.
Ice worked its way down my neck as I imagined the worst.
“Something wrong?” she asked, observing my expression.
“I think so.”
I swiped the cell from the nightstand, and he picked up on the second ring.
“They’re dead,” he exclaimed before I could get a word in.
“Who?”
“Two more dancers…and Ash.”