Deceived

by Elisabeth Naughton

  He framed my face and pressed his lips to mine. “Not nearly as much as I love you, angioletto. Not even close.”

  He lifted me into his arms, and as he kissed me and carried me into the tent, stopping only to loosen the ties so the door flaps fell closed behind us, I felt as if I were floating.

  “Promise me you’ll remember how much I love you, vita mia,” he whispered as he lowered me to the bed.

  When I nodded and reached for him, pushing the jacket to slide down his shoulders, a fervor of heat and need filled his eyes. “Good. Because I’m so hot for you right now, I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

  I shivered and reached for him, desperate for that and so much more. “Yes,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his. “Yes, yes, oh absolutely yes.”

  His tongue swept into my mouth. He wasn’t gentle. He kissed me like a man starved, taking control of the kiss and every bit of my passion. And I let him have it. I let him have everything because this was the Luc I had been craving. The one who could set my body aflame with one heated look and drive me straight to the edge of an orgasm with one rough, whispered command.

  He drew back from my mouth, pushed up so he was standing next to the bed, and reached for the buckle of his belt, all the while watching me with those smoldering eyes. “Come here, angioletto. To the edge of the bed. I need to feel that sinful tongue on me.”

  My mouth watered. Pushing up to sitting, I scooted forward and licked my lips, anxious to taste him and please him and give him whatever he wanted. His belt slipped free, and my heart raced as he popped the button at his waistband and slid the zipper down. Anticipation curled hot and needy inside me as he reached into his pants and finally drew out his magnificent cock, already hard and thick and begging for me.

  He slid a hand into my hair, drawing me toward him. “Succhiami.”

  His heat swirled around me, sending a rush of need through my entire body. I extended my tongue and ran the tip under the flared head, shivering at the way he groaned in response, then did it again. He answered by angling his hips forward, searching for more, digging his fingertips into the back of my head to draw me closer. And, unable to resist, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his pulsing shaft, sucking him deep until he hit the back of my throat.

  He groaned in pure ecstasy, pulled back so I could breathe, then drove in deep again, breaching my throat. I braced my hands on his hips for stability, relaxed my gag reflex, and looked up at him, holding his smoldering gaze each time he thrust hard, using me for his pleasure. His eyes were locked on mine, his gaze riveted on what I was doing, and the flush to his cheeks, the way a vein pulsed in his throat, the gentleness with which he held my head in his big hand made me feel powerful, wanted, always and forever his.

  “Cazzo,” he muttered, “you drive me wild when you look at me like that.”

  He thrust deep, making my eyes water. I swallowed around his length and felt him grow even harder against my tongue.

  “I want to come in your mouth,” he groaned. “But I want to feel you come around me more.”

  He pulled free of my lips, gripped me at my upper arms, and pulled me to my feet. His mouth closed over mine in a hot, possessive kiss, then he released me and turned me to face the bed.

  “I need you naked.” His fingers made quick work of my zipper, sliding it straight down my spine. Stepping into me, he pressed the hard length of his erection against my ass and gently bit down on the curve of my neck. “I’m going to taste you everywhere.”

  I shivered and helped push the dress down my body so it pooled at my feet. He groaned when he saw I was already naked beneath, and nudged me forward. “Kneel on the bed, angioletto, and spread your legs. Every inch of this body is mine tonight.”

  I scrambled onto the mattress and did exactly as he said. Fabric rasped at my back, fanning the flames into a firestorm inside me. The bed dipped, and he drew in close, the warm brush of his naked thighs against mine sending a tremble of need all through my body.

  “Mm.” His big hands ran down my spine and gripped me at the hips, drawing me back so I felt the blunt head of his cock slide through my wetness. “You’re so beautiful, Natalie. Beautiful, and all mine.” His lips trailed a line of fire across my lower spine. “Drop to your elbows and rest your cheek against the comforter, angioletto. It’s my turn to drive you wild.”

  I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from my lips. His words fueled my desire and made me ache for any and everything he could give me. The mattress shifted, then he pushed my legs wider, and his hot breath fanned my weeping sex, taunting and teasing me, making me ache for his wicked tongue.

  He flicked that tongue against my clit, and I groaned, rocking back into him, searching for more. His fingertips dug into my thighs, and against my sex, he growled, “Hold still. I say when you can move.”

  I shuddered, growing hotter by the second, and fought the urge to ride his mouth. He did it again, and electricity spiraled through my lower body, making me shake. He lapped at my clit, drew his tongue up to circle my opening, then pressed inside. Gasping, I fisted the comforter and groaned long and deep.

  “That’s it.” His hot breath washed all across my sex, and he moved lower once more, teasing my clit again and again, taking the swollen nub between his lips and suckling until I saw stars. His hands palmed my ass on both sides, then one thick finger slid through my wetness and slipped inside me.

  I groaned and rocked back into his hand, unable to stop myself. Still tormenting me with his tongue, with his lips, he drew his thick finger out, then pressed back in with two, stretching me slowly, fucking me deeply, hitting my G-spot again and again with tormenting expertise.

  “Ah God, Luc...yes...”

  “You like that?”

  I pressed my forehead against the comforter and gripped the white cotton tightly in my fist. “Oh yes.”

  “I know you do.” He drew my clit back into his mouth and suckled. Releasing me, he said, “I know you like it when I touch you right here.” His fingers curled inside me, and he stroked my G-spot until every muscle in my body contracted.

  “Oh...fuck….”

  “Almost.”

  He shifted behind me, and I felt the hair on his legs brush the backs of my thighs. My stomach caved in, and my heart raced in anticipation of that first thrust. But his fingers didn’t slip free of my pussy. He continued to rub my G-spot deep inside with short, flicking movements. Then something cold and wet dripped between my cheeks, making me jump.

  “Relax, angioletto.” Luc’s tempting lips pressed against my lower spine. “You’re going to like this. Trust me.”

  I did trust him. But I wasn’t sure what he had planned. And then I felt his thumb brush the sensitive nerve endings between my cheeks, and I froze.

  “Mm.” He pressed his thumb against my ass, slowly rotating the pad in the slick fluid. “I forgot how tight you are here. Relax and let me in. I promise it’s going to feel amazing when you do.”

  My heart pounded hard in my chest, but the insistent stroke of his fingers made me weak. And the way he was circling that tight bundle of nerves was erotic and dirty and better than I remembered.

  Slowly, I relaxed against him, and as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, he slowly pressed his thumb into my ass, breaching the tight ring until I groaned.

  “Mm, yes. Just like that,” he said. “Dio, you’re so fucking sexy when you let down your guard with me.”

  My cheeks heated. I couldn’t imagine what he was seeing. I didn’t care. Pressing my forehead harder against the comforter, I rocked back into his hands, loving the double sensation, wanting only more. I groaned, arching against him.

  “This ass is mine, angioletto.” He leaned over my back and wrapped his hand under my chin, drawing my head up and back so he could breathe hot against my ear. He pumped both his fingers and thumb inside me, making me grunt and groan and push back into him. “One day soon I’m going to sink my cock deep into this ass and feel you come all aroun
d me. You know that, don’t you? I’m going to fuck your ass, and you’re going to love every single second of it.”

  His dirty words, the way he was touching me—everywhere—it was too much. My orgasm slammed into me, convulsing my body, consuming every cell in a vortex of heat and light I wasn’t prepared for.

  Breathing hard, I blinked only to realize my forehead was once again pressed into the sheets. I shifted my sweaty hand against the mattress near my face and felt Luc move in close at my back. His fingers slipped free of my body. Then something cold and wet and solid pressed against my ass where his thumb had just been.

  A little of the pleasure faded, and I tensed because as much as I knew I would give him anything he asked for, I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. At least not yet.

  “Easy,” he said in a low voice. “It’s not my cock. You’re not ready for that yet. It’s just a plug. Relax and take it in.” He pressed the tip against the crinkled nerves, and I realized he was right. It was cold and pointed, and not nearly as big as him—thank goodness.

  He pushed, and I breathed deeply, trying to relax as he’d said. The tight ring stretched. I gasped and tensed. His fingers teased my clit, stroking my wetness until I relaxed once more. He pushed again, and said, “That’s it. Dio, that’s hot. I can’t wait until it’s me. Deep breath now, baby, and take the rest.”

  He pressed harder, and the tight ring of muscle gave, sucking the toy all the way in. I groaned, feeling completely dirty and loving the odd sensation of being filled that way. And then Luc groaned, and his cock slipped through my wetness. “Cazzo, I can’t wait any longer. I have to fuck you hard, angioletto.”

  The thick, blunt head of his erection pierced my opening, and without preamble, he slammed deep in one thrust.

  We both groaned. My nerve endings went haywire. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. The double sensation pummeled my G-spot in a way that sparked fire straight into my blood.

  “Oh God, oh fuck yes, yes, don’t stop.” Words tumbled from my lips as I gripped the comforter tight in my fists and met every one of his thrusts, harder and faster than the last. A frenzy built inside me, a fervor I couldn’t contain. Luc plunged deep again and again, his fingertips digging into my hips with every thrust, leaving bruises, I was sure, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was more. All I could feel was a swelling, roaring, screaming orgasm rushing toward me. One I knew would obliterate any orgasm I’d ever had before.

  “Luc...” I cried out as the pleasure slammed into me, tore through my body, and devoured me in an inferno of all-consuming light and flames. “Oh, yeeeeeees...”

  Vaguely, as if from a great distance, I heard Luc call my name as he erupted deep inside me, filling me with his hot, thick, pleasure.

  Feeling as if I were floating, I sighed and shifted so my cheek pressed against the comforter beneath me. At my back, Luc groaned, thrust his pulsating cock slowly inside me one last time, then collapsed against my back.

  “Dio.” His hot breath fanned my ear and cheek, and he nuzzled my neck, making me shiver beneath him. “I’m addicted to you like a drug, angioletto. It’s as if you walked out of my dreams and straight into my life. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  I reached for his hand, braced on the mattress at my side, and pulled it close to my chest, loving the feel of him pressing against me, covering every inch of my skin, breathing hot over my neck, filling me—still—so far inside. “I can’t get enough of you either. God, that was good. I missed that.” I pulled his fingers toward my lips and kissed the backs of his knuckles. “I’ve missed this.”

  He chuckled against my back. “Dirty sex?”

  “No. Yes,” I corrected, smiling. “I meant all of it. The different ways you make me feel. I love it all. And I’ve missed it.” I squeezed his fingers. “I’ve missed us.”

  He shifted at my back, slipping free of my body, but I didn’t care, because he wrapped me in his arms as he rolled, turning me to face him, and gathered me close to his chest, holding me so tight I knew I was safe and protected and cherished. “I’ve missed us too.” He lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “And I’m never letting you go ever again, Natalie James Salvatici. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and together we are unbreakable. You know that, don’t you?”

  Tears filled my eyes as I lifted my mouth to his, loving him more with every passing second. He kissed me slowly, thoroughly, with every bit of passion I knew was in him, and as he claimed my mouth, he also filled my soul with strength, with purpose, with the unwavering belief that what he said was true.

  This, us...we...were the only two people in the world who mattered. Everyone else—in his House, in his family, in the whole damn Entente—they meant nothing.

  We could survive anything so long as we held on to each other.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Luc

  I didn’t sleep. I’m pretty sure I dozed, but I was too hyperaware of every movement Natalie made beside me to rest. Too focused on touching her and keeping her tempting body flush against mine. Still too aroused to think of anything but sinking inside her and making love to her all over again.

  When she stirred beside me, I couldn’t help from curling against her beneath the thin sheet and running my hand up her flat belly to gently cup her breast.

  She sighed, a sweet smile tugging her lips up in the lone candlelight I’d left burning. “You’re not sleeping.”

  “That’s your fault, vita mia.” I sank my teeth into her shoulder, then licked the spot and gently kissed it as I palmed her breast. “This body is way too distracting.”

  “Well, in that case...” She rolled to face me, pressed a hand against my shoulder to push me to my back, and climbed over me, straddling my hips. A wicked smile curled her lips as she gripped my forearms, slid my arms above my head, and pinned them to the mattress while she lowered her face to my throat. “I’d better do something to distract you.”

  I groaned as her tantalizing lips suckled a spot on my throat. She sank onto my lap, and my already hardening cock slid through her wetness and pressed against her clit.

  “Mm, angioletto.” I turned my head, searching for her lips. “I love your distractions.”

  Her lips found mine. She opened at the first touch and sucked my tongue into her mouth while she rocked her steamy pussy against my cock. I’d already had her three times tonight, but I was like a randy teenager—I couldn’t get enough. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to get enough of her. Each time she touched me, I only wanted more. And when I thought of the way she’d trusted me earlier, when I remembered how angelic she’d looked in that gorgeous butterfly dress in the chapel, walking toward me in the candlelight, every fucking time she gazed into my eyes as she was doing now and I saw how much she loved me, I was humbled. Awed. So completely amazed that this incredible, strong, and vivacious woman had picked me.

  That she’d come back to me.

  “Luc,” a voice called from outside the tent.

  We both jerked up. Wide-eyed, Natalie grasped the sheet and yanked it up to her chest. Hands on her hips, I looked toward the tent door, my heart racing, my mind unsure who had said my name and why.

  “Luc,” the voice called a little louder. “Are you awake?”

  “Merda. Marco,” I mumbled to Natalie, my racing pulse slowing just a touch as she climbed off me. “Yeah,” I called. “Hold on a minute.”

  “What does he want?” Natalie whispered, sitting back in the pillows and fluffing her hair as she fixed the sheet around her.

  “I don’t know.” I reached for my slacks from the floor and tugged them on, not at all thrilled with the interruption. But a whisper of worry in the back of my head told me Marco wouldn’t have bothered us if it wasn’t important.

  I braced my hands on the bed and pressed my lips against hers. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  I grabbed my dress shirt and stuffed my arms in the sleeves, but I didn’t bother to button it. And I didn�
��t go looking for my shoes. Pulling one side of the tent door open, I stepped off the decking and spotted Marco pacing in the darkness no more than fifteen yards away.

  Marco was dressed in jeans and a thin gray sweater, and the tense line of his shoulders told me whatever he’d come out here to relay was definitely not good.

  “What’s going on?” I asked in a low voice as I approached.

  He stopped and faced me in the darkness. “Dante’s out.”

  “What? They let him go? Just like that?”

  “Apparently.”

  “How did you find out?”

  “Some men dro—”

  Shuffling sounded in the brush to my right. I looked that way to see Dante lurking near a tree in the shadows.

  “Santo Dio.” My eyes grew wide, and I crossed quickly toward my brother and wrapped my hand around his nape, pulling him toward me. But he didn’t return my hug. Every muscle in his body was tense and rigid, and when I stepped back and looked at him in the waning moonlight, I saw that his eyes were wide and bloodshot, and there was a frantic look in their pale blue depths that hadn’t been there when I’d visited him in the Tomb.

  “What’s wrong?” When Dante didn’t answer, I looked to Marco, who’d moved up on my side.

  “Tell him,” Marco said.

  Dante’s wild eyes jumped from face to face. “She called me.”

  “Who?” I asked.

  “Maricella,” he exhaled as if it were obvious. “They had her the whole time. They grabbed her in Rome after we moved in together. She was sobbing.”

  My brow dropped. “How did she call you? When?”

  “About an hour ago. In the van, just before they dropped me at Marco’s gate. They handed me a phone. She was on the other end crying.” He scrubbed both hands through his dirty hair and paced a few steps away and back again. “She said they cut it out of her so it couldn’t harm the family.” He stopped in front of me and grabbed my shoulders, his eyes wild, hair sticking out all over. “I have to find her, Luc. You have to help me find mia moglie before they kill her.”