by Reilly, Cora
I rocked my hips, driving myself against her palm.
Snatching up Serafina’s hand, I turned us around, trapping her between the door and my body, her arm raised above her head, pressed into the wood. “So dominant,” she teased, and I silenced her with a harsher kiss, thrusting against her to show her what awaited her. I gathered her long skirt. “Hold it up, Angel,” I ordered.
She bit her lip, stifling a smile. Her fingers curled over the fabric, and she held it up, revealing a flimsy lace thong.
I got down on one knee, smiling darkly as I slid the thin piece of clothing down her legs, laying her pussy bare to me. “Remember the first time I tasted your pussy?”
She widened her stance slightly, making a small impatient rocking motion with her pelvis. “How could I ever forget? It was the best thing I’d ever felt.” Her voice was heavy with arousal.
“I’m going to make today even better,” I promised.
“Please, Remo, just taste me already.”
I hooked my palm under her knee and opened her up as I pressed her leg up against the door. Finally, I leaned forward and took a long lick. Pulling back, I rasped. “Oh, Angel, you’re already so fucking ready for my cock.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t care. I want your tongue first. Now stop talking.”
I chuckled, ridiculously turned on by her desire and bossiness. Thrusting two fingers into her, I began sucking her clit. She cried out, one of her hands clutching my head as I alternated between sucking her nub and her soft lips while my fingers worked her deeply. Her wetness and the heady scent of her arousal drove me insane with desire, my cock close to combusting. I just wanted to fuck her, but she’d get what she wanted first. Her moans and whimpers turned more desperate as I drove her close to the brink only to release her clit and suckle the inside of her thigh, my fingers stilling.
“Remo,” she said, half angry, half desperate.
I closed my mouth over her clit as I slammed my fingers into her, and Serafina arched up, crying out my name as her release shook her body. I kept thrusting and suckling until she began jerking, overwhelmed by the sensation. Sliding my fingers out of her channel, I dipped my tongue in, causing her to let out another low moan. I pushed to my feet, shoving down my pants and crashing my lips down against hers so she could taste herself. “Ready to be fucked now?” I growled.
“Oh yes,” she groaned, her marble cheeks flushed with desire.
I hoisted her up against the door, her dress bunched between our bodies as Serafina wrapped her legs around my hips. Locking gazes, I drove into her in one hard thrust. Her walls clamped down around my cock, and she tilted her head back with a gasp, baring that perfect throat. I marked her unblemished skin, my fingers digging into her soft thighs as I slammed into her again and again. She clung to my shoulders, her lips parted, lids hooded with pleasure. Her grip turned painful as she got closer, her heels digging into my ass. I groaned, my balls tightening, but I kept thrusting into her, pushing her up against the wall, and then she froze with a beautiful cry. It took all my fucking self-control not to be swept away with her. Grunting, I kept rocking my hips until she softened, and her head fell forward for an uncoordinated kiss.
“Don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done with you,” I said roughly.
She smiled against my mouth, her blond hair sticking to her and my forehead as I carried her over to our bed. I dropped her down on the mattress, and she let out an indignant huff, her legs already parting in invitation.
I shook my head with a dark smile. “On your knees.”
She rolled over, presenting her round ass cheeks then knelt on the bed. The sight of her waiting for me like that made my cock twitch. I leaned over her and bit her ass cheek before I pulled her toward my waiting cock. I caught the slight tensing of her muscles, the way she braced herself but she loosened, turned soft when I slid into her pussy not her ass.
We’d tried it a few times. It had always been my favorite before her, but I could tell Serafina only did it for me. She didn’t enjoy it and in turn it had lost its appeal to me. I wanted Serafina crazy with lust not tense with discomfort.
I established a hard, fast rhythm, my balls slapping against her pussy. Serafina reached under her body and began stroking her clit, brushing my dick with her nails in the process, driving me completely crazy. Leaning forward, I brushed her hair aside so I could see her inked wings. I had already been close, and as I slammed into Serafina deeper than before, I finally let loose. Serafina got caught by my climax as well and bucked up, her arms giving out as her own release hit her. I kept pumping into her until I was completely spent. I gave her ass a clap before I pulled out and dropped down beside her. She snuggled against me, our breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. We shared a slow, lingering kiss.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and Serafina linked our hands, holding them up. The winged ring with the diamonds and black sapphires looked perfect on her long finger. I had it made for her, and it had taken the jeweler several tries to get it exactly how I wanted it. His forehead was always slick with perspiration the moment I’d paid him a visit.
Serafina had caught me by surprise with her choice for me, but she couldn’t have chosen better. The black carbide with the ebony center didn’t feel foreign on my hand like I’d feared it would. I’d never worn any kind of jewelry, and I had thought I never would. Marriage had been out of the question. I’d never understood its appeal. I had companionship with my brothers, and I had enough women at my disposal for sex.
I’d never cared for any woman, except for Kiara maybe, but that was a different kind of caring. And then came Serafina, my angel, the woman meant to be my greatest triumph, and she was—only not in the way I’d thought she’d be.
“What are you thinking?” Serafina murmured, her voice slow and relaxed.
“That you are my greatest triumph.”
She peered up at me. “I’m the queen. You are the king. And you used me to put the Outfit in checkmate.”
Her voice was soft and teasing because she knew I didn’t mean it like that, not anymore.
“If anyone’s been checkmated, then it’s me,” I murmured. “You knocked me over, wiped away my resolve, captured my cruel black heart.”
She raised her head. “Neither of us has been checkmated. We both won the game. We got each other. We got Nevio and Greta.”
“You had to lose something to win.”
She nodded but her eyes weren’t sad. “I did. But losing something makes you appreciate the things you have so much more. I don’t regret a thing because it brought me here. I love you with every fiber of my being.”
I pulled her in for a kiss, still stunned that she could ever love me after what I’d done. I lightly traced the almost invisible scar on her forearm. “And I love you,” I murmured harshly. I never thought I’d utter those words to anyone, even though I’d admitted my feelings to Serafina before. “Because you brave my darkness every day, because you should run but you don’t, because you gave me the greatest gift of all, our children and yourself.”
“I brave your darkness gladly because your light shines all the brighter against it,” she said. I kissed her fiercely.
This woman had my cruel heart. She’d always have it.
I was cruel.
I was beyond redemption, but I didn’t care as long as Serafina ... as long as Nevio and Greta saw something redeeming when they looked at me. I’d make sure I’d never betray their love and trust. And if anyone ever dared to take them away from me, I’d show those unfortunate bastards what I was to those I didn’t give a fuck about: the cruelest man of the west.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cora Reilly is the author of the Born in Blood Mafia Series, the Camorra Chronicles and many other books, most of them featuring dangerously sexy bad boys. Before she found her passion in romance books, she was a traditionally published author of young adult li
terature.
Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn't spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world.
Despite her law degree, Cora prefers to talk books to laws any day.