Chapter Twelve
Lorenzo
I couldn’t wait any longer. When she kissed me, my cock jerked, and I had to move. I needed to thrust into her welcoming heat more than I needed my next breath. Her pussy walls clung to my cock as I withdrew from her depths, and when I pushed back in, they squeezed my length like a vice.
She moaned, and I felt her start moving her hips against mine as she welcomed each thrust and countered it with one of her own.
It was fierce and sensual the way our bodies pounded together in a dance as old as time.
She was tight and liquid fire, where I was hard as fucking stone.
Our bodies melded together with each devastating thrust.
“Fuck you feel incredible wrapped around me.” It was everything I had ever imagined, but so much more at the same time.
“You’re mine, Bianca. You hear me? You’re mine,” I growled and hooked her legs onto my elbows to drive into her harder and faster.
Her small breasts bounced with each powerful thrust of my hips against hers.
Her cries of pleasure were music to my ears. Her nails scraped down my back, the bite of pain swirling with pleasure and driving me out of my mind. She was perfect. So fucking perfect. Beyond any other woman I’d ever touched; nobody could hold a candle to her.
I felt her pussy quivering around my cock, so I knew she was close. “You’re going to come on my cock, Bianca, and once you do, your pussy doesn’t come for any other cock, ever. Do you understand me?”
She quickly nodded, but I wanted the words.
I gripped her hair tightly by the roots and gently pulled her head back, forcing her to look at me.
“I want you to say it. I want to know you hear me and understand that your pussy is mine. Mine to please. Mine to punish. Mine to touch. Mine to taste. Nobody else touches it.”
She swallowed hard; her trembling body were ready to reach that pinnacle of release. “Yes. Please,” she begged. “Only yours. I’m only yours.” Her sweet confession settled something within me.
“Fuck yeah, you are,” I muttered and started railing against the place inside her that I noticed had her shuddering in pleasure more than anything else.
It wasn’t long after repeated hits of my cock that she screamed my name as her body bore down on mine in waves of pleasure.
She bowed off the bed, and her breath shuddered as she writhed and twisted beneath me.
After the third squeeze from her pussy on my cock, I couldn’t wait anymore. I let go of my own orgasm. The heat and force of it nearly took my breath away. My balls never ached for release like this, and the act of releasing the pent-up need in them never felt so damn good.
I gave another, long hard thrust, burying my dick as deep as I could, and stayed there. I felt the rippling aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy pulsing and clasping around my drained dick. Our gasps mingled as we fought to catch our breath from the sheer magnitude of our orgasms.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, trying to take it all in. “Is it always like that?”
“No. It’s never been like that for me before, Bianca,” I assured her, and it wasn’t a lie. Women of my past didn’t matter; they were mere placeholders for the one woman I wanted but thought I could never have.
“I thought this only existed in books,” she whispered and reached up to run her fingers through my hair.
I nuzzled into her touch. The small, innocent gesture shouldn’t have been erotic or caused me to harden inside her, but I felt my dick trying to pulse back to life.
“I thought it was all exaggerations.” Her voice sounded full of disbelief, which made me smile.
“I would have said the same thing before today, but it’s different with you.” I kissed her forehead and rolled us to the side so my dick stayed nestled inside her even as it started to soften.
I ran my fingers through her damp hair. We would both need a shower, but I didn’t want to move. Not yet. We shared kisses and touches as our breathing and heartbeats settled back into their normal rhythms. My body felt relaxed and loose for the first time in a long time.
“It was amazing,” she whispered, her eyes closing, and a small smile slid across her lips as she sighed.
“You’re amazing,” I countered softly and kissed her head again, pulling her body closer and wrapping her in my arms.
She cuddled deeper into me and started to drift off.
This suite felt like our own safe haven from the world outside.
Tomorrow, she would take my name as a layer of security, and then after that, it would be time for Romeo to start making his move.
We still needed to find a way to sever the men’s loyalty from his dad, and I think Kozlov unknowingly gave me something to do just that.
Why would Luca Morelli kill my father? It made no sense.
At one time, my father was his trusted advisor before Gino took his place after my father’s death.
What could cause that kind of separation?
I closed my eyes and let it go. I didn’t want to think of anything except the woman in my arms. In a few hours, she would be mine legally.
Until then, I was going to enjoy the hell out of her body and make her as addicted to me as I was to her.
I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent, my body relaxing protectively around hers. This had to be what heaven felt like because nothing had ever felt so damn good. Those were my last thoughts before I felt myself drifting off into sleep.
***
The bed was empty when I woke up the next morning. I stretched and yawned before seeing the sprinkle of blood on the sheets from where I’d taken Bianca’s innocence the night before. Memories of my dick being inside her flashed through my brain, and my morning wood became even harder.
“Bianca?” I called her name as I pulled myself out of bed. God, I’ve never slept that well in my life. I was normally a light sleeper, but the number of times that we reached for each other last night had depleted my energy reserves.
I went into the bathroom, hoping she was in the bath and I would be able to join her–something I had originally planned to do last night–but she wasn’t there. She wouldn’t have left the room without me or without telling me.
“She better not have left,” I muttered to myself out loud as I opened the bedroom doors to the main part of the suite.
It was empty. “Fuck.” I grabbed my phone and started calling her, even as I was pulling on a pair of pants.
Her phone went to voicemail. “FUCK!” I yelled and threw the phone down on the bed, pulled my gun from my bag, and tucked it into the back of my pants.
I yanked on a shirt and my leather jacket to hide the weapon from view.
My phone started to ring; Bianca’s name popped up on the screen with a photo I had taken of her when she was unaware.
She was on the stage dancing. Her costume was white and iridescent, and she had this look of happiness on her face that took my breath away.
I never told her I went to that performance.
I was seated in the balcony section with a high-powered camera.
I had the woman sitting next to me record it on a burner phone while I took still shots as she moved like an angel across the stage.
“Where are you?” I barked into the phone, my heart pounding, and the residual fear still clenching my gut into a fist.
“She’s fine.” I froze at the sound of the voice on the other end of the line.
“I ran into her in the lobby when she came down for breakfast.” He laughed with a little humor in his voice.
“She said you were still asleep, and she didn’t want to wake you, but she was hungry.
” Yeah, there was definitely humor in his voice.
“What the hell are you doing, Digger?” Grave Digger was the name most people knew him by. I’d called him by his real name so I wouldn’t scare Bianca when we’d seen him the day before.
“I’m playing babysitter for your fiancée currently. We picked her up on the security feed alone, and I knew you wouldn’t want her unprotected, so here I am.”
I sighed. “What do you want for this favor?”
He chuckled darkly. “You can pay me later, but for now, we just want to see the two of you hitched.”
I slowed down now that the panic was gone and turned on the phone’s speaker on so I could pull on my socks and shoes. “Why are you and Kozlov so interested in the two of us getting married? I don’t see the connection.”
“Would you believe that Kozlov is a hopeless romantic?”
I laughed. “Not in the slightest. Fess up, Digger, what’s going on? Why do you want Bianca Morelli and me to be married?”
He took a deep breath and spoke low into the phone, “The cartel has been putting pressure on us to try and move their shit. We don’t work for the cartels; they are too unstable.
If the asshole, Luca Morelli, tries to marry his daughter to the cartels, that gives them numbers we don’t want if it leads to a war. Call it self-preservation.”
I snorted and grabbed my wallet and phone as we talked turning the speaker off. “What all do you know about the Morelli family business?” I asked him, curious about who he’d been talking to.,
“Enough to know that the old man is dying, and that your house is about to be thrown into turmoil because of it. Luca Morelli isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. Something I think you and Romeo Morelli have already figured out.”
Meaning, he knew Luca was moving into uncharted waters for the Morelli’s. Somehow, the Russians had a foothold in our business, and I wanted to know how and why.
“Did you join the Morelli organization, Digger, and nobody told me about it?”
He laughed. “Nope. We just have a few shared interests, and one of those interests is to make sure you and the Mrs. get hitched.”
I shook my head. “You couldn’t have known Bianca and I were going to get married or that we would choose to do it here.”
“We didn’t. Hell, we were relieved when we saw you in the hotel with her.” He laughed. “It meant that I didn’t have to marry her.”
Jealousy slammed into my gut. “Over my dead body,” I growled.
“No need for that yet, Lorenzo. You’re more use to us alive than dead, and I have no interest in your woman. She’s pretty, don't get me wrong, but she’s not my type.”
“You would have married her anyway?”
I left the room and pushed the button to call the elevator. “If I needed to, yes. She would have been safe from Arias at least, but it’s better this way.”
“You’re goddamned right it is. You would be dead, and we would be at war with the Russians if you had married her.”
Digger just chuckled “If I didn’t know any better, Lorenzo, I would say that this isn’t just a marriage of convenience for you.”
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped on. The car was empty, so I kept talking. “It is. It’s a huge inconvenience,” I muttered. Loving someone so much makes you vulnerable. If anything happened to Bianca, it would destroy me. “But I’ll be damned if anyone else touches her, including you.”
“Good thing she’s not my type then.”
“Good thing. Now, where is she?”
“Trying on a wedding dress in the boutique downstairs. Kozlov’s treat.
He wants her to have at least a semi-special wedding, and it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, so you can just go back up to your room until I text you to meet us in Obsidian Hall.
There’s a wedding there tonight, and we’re going to hijack the space before the main event to see you guys get married. ”
“Bad luck or not, I’m coming. I don’t have to see her in her dress, but I want eyes on her.”
The elevator came to a stop on the ground floor, and I headed straight toward the shops and boutiques. I hung up when I saw Alek standing outside of one of the shops. He gave me a knowing grin when he saw my state of dishevelment and wearing the same suit I had on the day before.
“Walk of shame on your wedding day?”
“Does it count as a walk of shame when the woman I was with is my bride?” I joked and gave him a lopsided grin. “Thank you for looking out for her. I owe you one.”
“You probably owe me more than one, but for now, we’ll leave it at you’re welcome.”
I nodded and moved toward the entrance of the boutique, “Hey, Lorenzo.” I turned back to Digger. “Take it easy on her. I lectured her already for leaving without protection.”
I smirked, “I can’t figure out why you care, Digger, but don’t worry, I won’t go hard on her and give her a huge lecture. I’ll let my hand do all the talking.” He grinned, catching my meaning.
No, a lecture wouldn’t be the way I went about this. My hand to her ass was going to be more than enough to let the lesson sink into her stubborn head.