Chapter 34
FABIANA
The next time he met my eyes, I knew I’d won. Want—greedy and impatient—swirled inside Cosimo’s blue gaze. This game between us would leave me ruined in the end, but I would savor taking this round.
When I first stormed into the sauna, I didn’t know we’d end up here, but one look at him in just that towel, and the pang of lust had been so sharp, it had stolen my breath away.
I’d done my best to stay angry at him, to put up an argument about Italy, but half of my mind had been on something else.
On us tangled in each other.
His perfect muscled body dripped with sweat as he lifted his hands and buried them in my hair, tugging on it until I arched my neck.
“You win, Nettle,” he said as if he’d read the traces of my triumph in my expression.
“You fucking win. I’m going to fuck you so good that you’re going to think of me every time you’re with another man.
I’ll leave you with a curse. Every time you fuck your future husband, it’ll be my face, my hands, and my cock that you will feel. You understand?”
Anticipation shrink-wrapped itself over my skin. “So confident,” I breathed. “Let’s see if you can deliver.”
His lips curved into a smirk.
And then he pulled me into a rough kiss.
His mouth moved against mine in a practiced rhythm that made my body ache with need.
He pushed his tongue inside, teasing and tasting, while his hand slid up my ribs to cup my breast. He squeezed it—hard—then swiped a thumb back and forth over my perked-up nipple through my lace bra until sparks of electricity traveled straight toward my clit.
I moaned into his mouth, “More.”
“More what?” he demanded, a mocking lilt to his voice.
“Want me to play with these tits some more? Or want me to play with this?” He dipped his hand into the front of my panties.
I gasped as he pinched my clit and rolled it between his index finger and thumb.
“So wet for me already. Good. I want you dripping, Fabiana. That cunt better be nice and slick for my cock.”
Jesus. I blinked at him, my vision hazy with the lust his dirty words had awakened in me. “Keep talking.”
“Hmm?” His fingers slid farther, probing my entrance.
“What do you want me to say? You wanna know how many times I’ve imagined being inside this tight little cunt?
” A finger slid inside. “How often I got myself off to just that?” Two fingers now.
“Too many to count. You’ve tormented me for months.
” He leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. “I won’t be gentle.” Three.
I moaned. I should’ve been scared. At least a little worried. One look between us, and I knew that would be a tight fit even if this wasn’t my first time.
But maybe it was something about being inside the sauna that switched off my capacity for fear. Or maybe it was just him. Because no matter what filth he uttered, I felt safe with him.
I lifted my hand and dragged it over his jaw. “Do your worst.”
His gaze sparked with want and something a little exasperated, like he thought I should quiver in fear instead of egging him on. But then his fingers were gone from me, and he grabbed me by the backs of my thighs and tugged me into him. My core pressed down against his erection, and I groaned.
“Rub on me,” he growled.
My head rolled in a semicircle as I obeyed. Hearing this man order me around did things to me. I imagined he’d keep doing it, and the thought made me even hotter.
I rolled my hips, dragging the front of my panties over his shaft. Again. Again. He kept one hand on my waist to guide me while he reached behind me and unhooked my bra with the other. It fell away from my breasts, and he sucked in a harsh breath.
“Fuck.”
He held my gaze as he fondled me, his lips slightly parted, his face slack with need. He was sexy. So, so sexy. And I was so incredibly horny for him that it scared me. I didn’t think there was much he could order me to do that I wouldn’t do.
He dipped his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth. I was still rubbing up on him, a different kind of heat blooming inside of me.
So good, but I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted to know what it felt like to have this man touch me, lick me, and fuck me everywhere.
He might’ve been greedy for me, but I was ravenous for him. I’d been starving myself, and now I was being presented with the most decadent meal.
I hated every piece of fabric still on my body. I didn’t want there to be anything but him and the heat. “Cosimo, I’m ready,” I moaned when he moved his mouth to my other breast. “Please.”
He lifted his head and spoke the next words right against my mouth. “Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
The next second, my panties were gone. Ripped right off me and tossed to the floor.
He grabbed his erection and ran the tip over my swollen pussy.
“You on the pill?”
“Implant,” I whispered as we both watched him moving himself back and forth against me.
He slipped into my opening and pushed in just an inch before pausing. I thought maybe he was going to ask me again if I was sure about this, but when I met his gaze, the dark desire in them took my breath away. There was no question. No hesitation left.
His hands dropped to my hips, and he pulled me lower with steady force.
Pain stabbed through me, and I winced.
He stopped. “Breathe.”
I took a breath and bore down on him, ignoring the pain even as it grew. I wanted this part done with. I—
“Slow down,” he ground out. His body was tense with effort, as if staying still took everything out of him. “Christ.”
I panted and worked him into me inch by inch by inch.
“That’s it,” he murmured, eyes glued to the spot where he disappeared inside me. “You take me so well, Nettle. Like you were made for me.”
It was that last part that made me sink all the way down.
He groaned, and his head fell back against the wooden wall panel.
Pain throbbed inside my core, but it was giving way to a feeling of fullness. The heat softened my muscles and made everything hazy at the edges. With my next breath, I moved my hips, grinding on him.
Cosimo’s palms dug into my thighs. “Good girl.” His rough voice brushed over my skin like silk. He assessed me with a lazy, hooded gaze. “Use my cock, Nettle. Break yourself in for me.”
The wave of arousal that hit me was so hard I had to gasp for breath.
Sweat dripped down my back, down my chest, down my arms as I obeyed his command.
My hips and thighs worked as I slid up and down on his massive length, the ache between my legs fading to a distant memory as a deep, coiling pleasure began to build in its place.
He reached for my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “I think you might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You gonna come on me, Nettle?”
I rode him harder. Faster. He began to thrust upward, hitting somewhere deep inside me. I arched my back and sank my nails into his massive shoulders as waves of pleasure began to hit.
“Oh God, oh my God,” I moaned. I was so close.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered.
I cracked my eyes open a millimeter and met his gaze. There were no walls left there. Just pure want and adoration, and God, it made me feel powerful.
Just as the big wave rushed through me, he grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me. The orgasm swept over me, obliterating every thought, every lingering worry, everything except for the feel of his lips.
He teased and tasted me like I was his favorite dessert while I quivered around him. And then he grabbed my hips and finished off inside me in three brutal thrusts that made me scream his name.
I blacked out. Or at least, that was what it felt like, because one moment we were in the sauna, and the next we were in the room beside it with the showers and the cold plunge.
He held me steady with one arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me under the shower. I gasped when the cool water hit my skin. It felt incredible. I was still burning up. Beside me, Cosimo adjusted the knobs while water streamed over his body in rivulets.
My gaze dropped.
A few streaks of blood marred his groin, but the water was already washing them away.
Cosimo noticed me looking. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low.
I brushed his flat abdomen with my fingertips, then moved lower, trailing them over the length of his cock. He was half soft, but my touch made him twitch. “Yeah.”
He caught me by the wrist and brought my palm to his mouth. “Don’t. It’s done. You got what you wanted.”
What?
My gaze flew to his. He was trying so hard to hide it, but I could see the hint of vulnerability in his expression.
He thought all I’d wanted from him was to take my virginity.
How could a man as smart as him be so stupid?
I took him by surprise and shoved him against the shower wall. “You have no idea what I want.”
“You told me exactly what you wanted that night in my car.”
God, he was obsessed with that conversation. The one where he thought I’d told him all about my perfect man. A piece of fiction I’d created mostly to get a rise out of him.
The truth was that I’d barely even thought about the life I’d have after our marriage was done. What had sounded so enticing in the aftermath of me almost calling off our engagement had quickly lost its appeal.
Maybe I didn’t want freedom. Maybe I just wanted to be kept by the right man. And I was starting to think I was looking at him.
I flattened my palms against his tattooed chest. “You told me I’d be bored, remember?”
“You disagreed.”
“People change their minds, Cosimo.”
He cocked a brow. “Have you?”
My heart pounded hard inside my chest. This was my chance to tell him how I felt, but fear gripped me. I still didn’t know what was going through his head. Not really. And laying my heart out to him only to have him stomp all over it when we still had months of living with each other?
I was afraid it would kill me.
So I said, “I don’t know.”
His palms tightened on my hips. For a moment, I thought he’d shove me away. I was already readying myself for the pain of his rejection. But he didn’t.
Instead, his expression softened. Like he could sense my hidden fear.
He lifted me, forcing me to wrap my legs around him, and pressed me to the shower wall. He was hard again, and he entered me slowly. Intentionally.
This time when he fucked me, his eyes burned into mine the entire time.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he kissed me.
His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting the inside.
The kiss started off unhurried, but as his thrusts sped up, it became frantic.
The way you kissed someone when you thought it might be the last time.
My throat tightened even as pleasure coiled inside me. I dug my nails into his back and held on for dear life as he screwed me into the shower wall. He thrust into me, hitting just the right spot. Everything in me was tightening into a single point and then—bliss.
He groaned against my lips as his own release swept through him.
Yes, I knew what I wanted now. I wanted this. I wanted him.
But wanting wasn’t the same as getting. Not even close.