I don’t think about it. I don’t think about anything except the fact that the deeper he goes, the more connected we become. My legs finally relax, falling open for him instead of clamping closed. He moves faster, each thrust plunging deeper and harder. I push myself against his hips, thrusting against his throbbing cock. He swirls his hips around in a circular motion and I gasp, tightening my legs against him to keep him buried inside of me as a round of explosives detonate deep in my core. Flickering embers ignite and shoot out to every extremity as I writhe against him. He flicks my clit with his thumb and forefinger as his perfect cock launches me into another galaxy. I wiggle and flounder, tears springing to my eyes as convulsive gasps erupt from my chest. “Diego!” I pant. “Oh, God, it’s so good! Just like that!” My voice breaks as the sensations course through me, raging like an all-consuming flame that cannot be extinguished.
Diego thrusts harder and faster before letting out a loud groan as he plows into me one final time, his body trembling against me as he fills me.
Without a condom.
My first time.
No protection.
So genius of me.
He collapses next to me on the sofa and pulls me on top of him, sweeping the hair out of my eyes. “Did I hurt you at all?”
I shake my head. “Only a little at first. But it didn’t last long. It was…” I roll my eyes heavenward and let out a breathless giggle. “So freaking incredible!”
He grins. “Good. And I’m sorry, but I couldn’t pull out. That pussy is just too perfect. I’m never gonna pull out. I’m just warning you now.” He brings a hand behind me and smacks it against my ass. It stings a little, but more than that, my pussy tingles with excitement.
Oh, wow. Not only am I a whore, but I’m a deviant, too.
I’m learning a lot about myself today.
“Never going to pull out?” I ask the question, hating myself for even letting those words fall out of my mouth.
“Is that a problem?”
“No.” I smile. “Not at all. So…you want to do that again?” Ugh, this is just sad. What happened to the fierce Serena Vitale? The one who’d never ask because she’d just know that, of course, he’s going to fuck her again and again and again!
His hands slide down the slope of my back and around to my slit, which is still throbbing from the aftershocks rippling through me. “Listen, Serena. Maybe I didn’t make this clear to you before, but you’re it for me. I’ve wanted you from the night we met, I’ve already saved your hot ass once today, and no way am I letting you go after tasting you, so don’t get any brilliant ideas about leaving. Your father wanted me to protect you, but I want more than that. I want everything, including this perfect pussy. Like, all the time. You should be prepared. Maybe do some stretching.”
I bite the inside of my mouth. “But what about—?”
He places a finger over my lips. “There isn’t anything I’d love more than to know I put a baby inside of you just now.” He winks. “Even though your father might put a hit on me in return.”
“He’d never turn me into a single mother.”
Or would he?
He might.
Shit.
“It was worth the risk. And he already knows I’d do anything to protect what’s mine. Isn’t that why he came to me in the first place?”
I nod, a tiny pang in my chest reminding me that I need to actually find my father before I can tell him that my heart is set on Diego Marcone. “Yes.”
“And what about you, Serena?” He nuzzles my lips with his own, the words vibrating against my mouth. “Do you want me? Is this cock enough for you?”
A tingling sensation erupts at the mere mention of it. Good thing I’m lying down right now because I’m pretty sure my legs would give out at the thought of him diving back inside of me. Waves of anticipation wash over me and I have the sudden urge to—
Wait.
Why even fight it?
I grasp his cock, still half-hard and run my hands up and down his length. It thickens against my hand, growing with every stroke, rub, and tug.
“You’re too good at that to be a virgin.”
“I’ve seen stuff.”
“Like what kind of stuff?”
I bite down on his lip and drag it gently through my teeth. “Like porn stuff.”
He moans loudly. “Oh Christ, you really are perfect.” He arches his back, thrusting into my hand as my grip gets tighter. “And did you like watching those people fucking each other? Did it make you hot?” His fingers find their way inside of me, sliding in and out of my pussy as I massage his massive dick. My thumb skims the head, precum spilling from his slit. I slide my hands up and down, slick with his juices. “I know it made you hot. I can feel it. Your pussy is so wet right now because you’re thinking about it. It’s turning you on, isn’t it?”
A shiver zips through me, and I shudder against him. “Yes,” I whisper.
He smiles, so deviously seductive, and pushes open my legs, the head of his cock hovering at my slit. “Do you want it? Tell me how badly you want it, babe.”
“I want it. I need it! Don’t tease me. Please,” I whimper, pressing my fingertips into the small of his back.
“Good girl. You said the magic word.” And with that, he sinks into me, eliciting a loud gasp as he stretches me open once again. It burns a little at first, but I barely have time to think about it because his mouth won’t give me the chance. Our bodies slide against each other as our rhythm picks up speed. His cock throbs against my walls as I clench around him, pulling him deeper. I lock my ankles around his waist, and he digs his fingers into my ass, dragging one between my cheeks and circling my hole.
That’s when the party really starts. I let out an ear-piercing screech as his cock magically finds my spot, his finger working my backside. I squeeze my eyes shut as the euphoria crashes over me like a tsunami.
A tsunami of epically carnal proportions.
My body responds as if I’ve just stuck my finger into an electrical socket, the current flowing through me and frying each and every nerve ending in its path.
Light, bright and white, blinds me, my body shuddering against Diego. He holds me tight, buried deep as my orgasm explodes with a mind-blowing force that is even more paralyzing than the others.
The girls in the porn videos never looked like I feel right now.
I’ll bet they’ve never had their worlds turned upside down and inside out like I have.
I press my lips to Diego’s slick skin, my breaths coming fast and furious. “That…was…unreal,” I pant.
He snickers. “So, my girl likes ass play. Noted.”
“No, I love ass play!” I giggle-rasp. Then the realization hits me…what about him? “You didn’t, um…” Jeez, now all of a sudden I’m shy and can’t say the word?
“I’m not eighteen anymore. I need a little time to rebound. But I don’t care about myself. That was all for you because I knew you weren’t done yet.”
“I’m not done now,” I say, my fingers dancing around his strong arms.
“Good thing we have forever to get back to it.”
Forever.
It sounds so perfect, so permanent.
Unfortunately, forever for people like us is never a guarantee. In fact, it’s usually an impossibility.
A loud ping comes from a nearby sofa where Diego dropped his phone. He rolls onto his side to grab it and then comes back to rest his head on my chest.
“Fuck,” he mutters, looking at the screen.
“What’s wrong?” I ask the question, though I’m afraid to hear the answer. Is it Papa? Is it Vince? Is it—?
“My assistant, Sophia.” He lets out a deep sigh. “She keeps texting me. I already told her I’d be at the venue in a couple of hours.”
“Yes, but that was more than a couple of hours ago, right? You texted her before we left Vince’s, right?” I remind him, dragging my fingernails down his back.
“Yeah.” His eyes droop cl
osed. “If you keep doing that, I might just fall asleep right here and say fuck everyone else. Do everything your goddamn selves while I get the back scratching of a lifetime.”
“Is that all it takes to turn you into Jell-O? A little fingernail action?”
“Hell yeah. I’m a man with simple needs. Your pussy and your fingernails. I don’t need anything else.”
“She’s going to keep texting you if you don’t get to the venue.”
My fingernails trace a path up and down his torso and he wiggles beneath my light touch. “If you keep doing that, I’m never leaving.”
“Promise?”
“Swear.” He winks at me.
“Okay, so here’s a question for you. What am I supposed to wear to this event, hmm? Lululemon?”
His wicked grin makes the butterflies in my belly flit about like they’re drunk.
On lust.
Or…love?
I don’t know.
But they’re drunk all the same.
And giddy as hell.
“I think you look damn good just like that.”
Heat floods my cheeks as his longing gaze rakes over the length of my body. I want more than his eyes to do the raking, though.
Later.
“But I may have something you can wear.”
He rolls off the side of the sofa and pulls on his boxer briefs. He stretches his arms overhead, the muscles in his bronzed back ripped as if he’d been Photoshopped. He presses his hands to his temples and oh my God, I want to lick every ripple and line. When he turns to look at me, my cheeks flush, and I drop my eyes to my feet.
“Like what you see?” he asks with a knowing smirk.
“I more than like,” I say, rising from the sofa and walking over to him. I shiver under the pads of his fingertips. “Mmm, but you’re starting me up again. And while that’ll be plenty good for you, it won’t make your assistant happy.”
He pauses, then smiles. “Lemme get you something to wear, even though I’d much rather stare at you like that.”
“You can always use your imagination,” I tease, leaving my clothes behind and following him out of the solarium. I gasp as we pass a large window in the foyer. “Oh! Maybe I should have put some clothes on after all.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Diego says. “This place is buried. There isn’t another house around for miles. Nobody will see you. And that’s a damn good thing because I don’t intend to share you with anyone.”
“Good, because I don’t want to be shared.”
“Okay,” he murmurs. “So no threesomes. Noted again.”
I giggle, wrapping my arms around his waist as I follow him up the stairs. He pulls me into a bedroom and opens a closet. With a quick look back at me, he holds up a hand. “Don’t jump to conclusions. These are Gianna’s. After she moved to Monaco, she shipped all of her crap here so I could store it for her. But you guys look to be the same size, so check through the dresses and pick one out.” He drops a kiss on my nose. “I’m going to get dressed. I’ll be back.”
He walks out of the room and I pick through the dresses hanging in the closet. Lots of red. Makes sense, since Gianna is a brunette. Red is always a good color for brunettes. I pick through her stash and pull out a red silk sheath with a deep v-neck. I hold it against me. Perfect length. I check out the back. Okay, there really isn’t a back. There’s no way I’d be able to wear a bra with it even if I had a real one.
I pull another dress off of a hanger and slip into it. It hugs my curves and the corset-type bodice pulls tight around my breasts, giving me more cleavage than any good pushup bra ever could. I run my fingers through my hair and let the dark waves fall over my shoulders. I jut out my hip and pucker my lips at my reflection in the mirror.
Sexed-up hair.
Works fabulously.
I pinch my cheeks to give them a little bit of color even though I know they’ll flood as soon as Diego’s heated stare strips me naked.
I can’t wait.
I dig into the back of the closet and find a pair of gold sandals to pair with the dress. I slip them on and do a little twirl around to check all angles.
The heels click along the hardwood floor as I walk down the stairs. Diego is already there waiting for me, looking every bit the Sicilian god he is. Dark hair slicked back, starched white button-down shirt open at the collar, trim fit black suit. I take my time navigating the stairs, partially because I don’t want to break an ankle in these shoes. But mainly because I love the way his eyes feel on me, tracking my every move.
He makes me truly feel like a princess.
How ironic that it’s the one word I loathe hearing linked to my name.
Diego lets out a low whistle as I inch closer to him. He takes my hand and spins me around, then pulls me into him. “Oh, wait. Don’t twist that way. You’ll fall into Ava’s playpen.”
I giggle, falling against him. “Thanks for saving me. Again.”
“Anytime,” he whispers, dropping a kiss onto my lips. “Ready to go? I keep trying to call my assistant and she isn’t answering. Either she quit or shit’s really gone sideways.”
“Either way, it doesn’t really sound good.” I snicker and he holds out his arm, walking me away from the front door and over toward the garage.
“Oooh, what’s in here?” I ask as he pushes open the door.
“Did you really think I was gonna take that piece of crap SUV to my own event?” He holds open the door for me and my eyes widen.
“Wow, we’re traveling in style tonight.”
“Nothing but the best for you. Stay there, and I’ll pull it out for you.” Not that he needs to. The garage is not only massive but immaculate, and it’s not like I need to squeeze myself into any tight spaces, other than into the car, of course. He clicks to open the garage door and jumps into the Lamborghini, gunning the engine.
My God, he looks so scrumptious behind the wheel of that car.
And oh, the things I want to do to him behind the wheel of that car…
He backs out of the garage and the car’s tires squeal to a stop next to the house. I step down into the garage and walk out to the driveway to meet him in front of the passenger seat. He pulls it open before coming over to me.
“So, this kind of feels like a date,” I say in a coy voice, twisting a strand of hair around my finger.
“Yeah, we did things a little bit backwards,” he says, winking at me.
“I wouldn’t change anything.” I tap my finger against my cheek. “Except maybe being shot at.”
“It’s how I found you again.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, standing on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. Even in these insane heels, I only come up to his chin. “On second thought, I’ll take being shot at any day if you’ll be there to save me.”
“Always.”
His tongue dips between my lips, encircling my own. A soft mewl escapes, followed by a breathless giggle. “You’re doing it again.”
“You love it. You keep egging me on, with that body, with that dress, and those lips…”
I flip my hair over my shoulder. “There will be lots of time later for us to pick up where we left off. And the sooner we get to your event, the faster we—”
Crack! Smash! Pop!
It’s not until the sounds pierce the air that I realize the movement in the foliage wasn’t an animal or a cool breeze.
The car window shatters, and Diego pushes me face-first into the cobblestones, diving on top of me. Bullets explode around us, the blasting sounds reverberating between my temples.
“Diego!” I shriek. “What the fuck is happening?”
“Stay down,” he mutters, digging under the passenger seat for something. He pulls out a gun and cocks it, peeking his head around the side of the car. Another round of shots bursts out, peppering the metal.
“Fuck,” Diego mutters, firing off a few shots. “I don’t have another clip in here.”
“Um, I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, but th
at sounds irresponsible for a mobster, don’t you think?” I hiss, cowering next to him.
He rolls his eyes at me. “Thanks.”
“What are we going to do? How did they even find me? Have they been following us from the city?” My whispers turn into panicked squeals.
“I don’t kn—” He falls back against the car door. “Shit. Ant! He took that fucking SUV from the hotel, from his security guys, so we could get away! Sonofabitch!”
I furrow my brow. I honestly think my brain is still a little fuzzy from all of the sex, and I’m not getting his meaning.
“They used a tracker,” he groans. “They laid low until they had us where they knew we wouldn’t have any protection. We led them right fucking here!”
I clap a hand over my mouth. “No!”
Diego creeps around toward the back of the car and pops his head out, squeezing off a couple of shots as footsteps rush toward us. “Goddammit!” he yells, raking a hand through his hair. “I got one of them, but I need to get back inside. I don’t know how many more there are, and I’m out of bullets.”
“You can’t be serious! They’ll kill you if they have a shot!”
“If I don’t go, we’re dead anyway. I have to.” He grasps my hand. “They’re coming. Get ready to run, okay?”
My heart cannot possibly pump any faster. In fact, I may be having a heart attack right at this very second. We’re basically about to run into the line of fire when all day today, we’ve been trying to escape it.
Doesn’t seem logical to me at all.
He grasps my hand and pulls me off the ground, pushing me in front of him. I run for the garage, ducking down and covering my head as my feet stomp on the concrete. Shots erupt in my wake, cracking stucco and glass, shards flying at me from all directions. A loud thump makes me stumble forward and I pull myself around a column in the garage, peering through a small window. “Diego!”
More shots are fired, but the sound is muted when I see him lying on the ground right outside of the garage, his face flat against the ground.
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