“It would put you in danger. It’s just not safe for you, or us. There will be time for that… later on,” he says.
“Ugh!” I groan, cradling my face in my hands. Then I look back up at him, frustrated tears burning in my eyes. “Sal, who are you?”
His eyes are sorrowful. Apologetic. Like he wants to say more, but he can’t. I lean in closer, dabbing at the spot under his eye. Both his wounds are closing up nicely, neatly. Even the bruise on his cheek seems to be going down. There’s that same intense heat radiating off of him, the air between us somehow imbued with electricity. I’m so annoyed with him, and yet all I can think about is how I want to get closer. Press myself against him. Share that warmth and bask in his glow. I want him to make me feel alive again.
His dark eyes glance down at my lips, just for a moment. Barely noticeable, but just enough to make my heart skip a beat.
But he remains silent.
There’s scarcely two inches between us. I swear I can hear his heart beating, slow and steady compared to my hummingbird rhythm.
“You won’t let me leave, and you won’t give me any answers, either,” I murmur, shaking my head. “Sal, what can you give me?”
He reaches to cup my face gently with his huge hand and I lean into his touch. Then, without thinking twice about it, I lean forward and press my lips against his, sending a shock of electric pleasure down my spine.
7
Salvatore
Everything inside me is screaming that I need to bring this to a screeching halt. My mind is telling me that this is wrong, that I shouldn’t be going this far with this broken girl, that I’m going into ruin her forever by crossing this threshold with her.
But our bodies want it. God, do they want it.
I feel her shiver run up her body from her warm, soft lips. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about her, about how she feels and tastes. But I’ve always kept those feelings in tight check. I don’t need to further complicate this already tricky situation.
Those thoughts are melting away as she sighs into me.
She’s wanted this. She’s probably thought about it more than I have.
I could stop her. I could push her away and send her to her bed alone, leave the house for a few hours, find a quiet place in the woods to relieve the tension she’s built up in my pants.
But I don’t.
Her hands go to my shoulders and squeeze the hard, bulging muscles that run from my neck to my biceps. Her fingers trace ever so delicately along the wound she’s just treated. It stings sweetly to her touch, and I don’t stop her.
When she realizes I’m not thrusting her away, she slides the chair away from under her as she comes forward and puts her legs around me, sitting in my lap.
She still hasn’t broken the damn kiss.
Her tongue playfully tests my lips, begging to come in deeper. I don’t let her at first. I move my lips to her cheek and feel her soft skin, and she gasps as she starts to gently grind against me.
There’s no finesse to what she’s doing. She’s all pure, animalistic desire. Her fingers are greedy, and they hold onto my shoulders. She brings her lips back to mine and pleads for me.
I kiss her more aggressively. This time, she’s not the one making the first move, it’s me. My tongue intrudes into her lips, grazing her teeth and meeting her tongue for just a moment before I come back, and she follows me.
While we play these games with our mouths, she touches my face with both hands, holding my jaw in her palms and caressing it. My skin is clean shaven, but she manages to find every bump of stubble she can. Her thumbs brush against the edges of my jaw, and her fingers curl in.
She slides a hand behind my head and grips a handful of my thick, coarse hair. She seems to savor every inch of it she can feel. I hear her breathing in, and I know she’s taking in the subtle scent of my cologne.
She’s so desperate for human touch, to know what another person feels like, tastes like, smells like. A week in isolation feels like a year. A month must feel like a lifetime.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman in my lap that I’ve forgotten what it feels like. I’m suddenly weak to Eva’s charms, to the softness of her body, to the passion in her motions. I’ve been feared as the Angel of Death for a decade, maybe longer. All I met knew my reputation. But she doesn’t know me at all. I know that, because she doesn’t fear me.
And for once in my life, I’m grateful that someone isn’t afraid of me.
Her hips are shameless in how they grind against my lap. I feel her warm and needy through the thin fabric of my own boxers.
The thought of her getting wet inside my clothes and grinding up against them makes my cock grow thicker.
I’ve been able to have any woman I’ve wanted over the years. Maybe it’s something about my height or my commanding gaze, but I’ve been able to bend anyone I want to my will, gladly, even though they fear me in the same breath that they say they want me.
If that’s true of most people, it’s desperately true of Eva.
I never wanted any of them. Not until I met her. Darkness clouds my vision, lust propelling me on, even past the point that I know I should stop her. A damaged girl, someone sweet who needs protection.
But she doesn’t have a protector. All she has is me.
She hasn’t stopped moving, squirming on me. She presses her chest to mine. Her nipples are already stiff inside my shirt. I feel her heart beating at a mile a minute.
Finally, our kiss breaks long enough for her to take a few desperate breaths, and she looks into my eyes with a gaze that melts even my icy heart. It’s full of desire and need, but there’s a plea in it, too.
“Salvatore,” she pronounces my full name, slowly, letting each syllable linger on those lips that have gotten puffy and red since we’ve spent time attacking each other. “Do you know how badly I need this?”
“You’re not thinking straight,” I say in a deep, husky voice, moving to stand. She wraps her arms around my neck and thrusts her hips against me desperately, not letting me go.
“Please, Sal,” she urges me, the whimper in her words so thick I could it like a knife.
“How long has it been?” I ask, my black eyes holding her paralyzed. She’s utterly wrapped around my finger, and I’ve only known her a short time.
She hesitates, and she worries her lip, a sudden look of fear in her eyes.
“... Never,” she admits at last as her hands slide to my sides. But when she feels how hard and rippling my torso is, she lets them explore further, going around to my back so that she can pull herself into me more. Her inner thighs are against my hips, and every time she slides into me, I can feel that shiver of need roll through her.
My expression doesn’t change, and I can tell that’s making her squirm more.
I won’t admit to her that the fact that she’s never been with another man makes my heart beat harder, desire her even more.
It complicates everything.
Some part of me knows this is a terrible idea. I need to get her out of my life, out of my system. Yet I’m drawn to her. I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, or anything. I barely know her, but she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and that’s hard to ignore.
Especially with the blood flowing in the wrong direction, away from my head.
Maybe this is what you need to keep her close to you. Away from the cops, the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear, and I’ve never ignored that clever, cunning voice before. Especially not when I have Eva in my lap, all but pleading for my cock.
Slowly, I bring a hand up her hip, then slide it under the shirt she’s wearing, and I feel the bare, hot skin underneath. I watch her, looking for any signs of discomfort, but she looks at me with such passion and desire, it’s hard to resist.
My fingertips brush the underside of her breast, and her mouth starts to hang open before I even get to her nipple. When I touch it, it’s already stiff, and it hardens for me.
“When I was down there,” she says through a strained gasp as I flick her nipple idly, starting to enjoy making her squirm at my slightest movement, “I... I never did anything.”
“What was that?” I ask, covering her whole breast with my hand, and she draws in a sharp breath as if touched by fire.
“I…” she tries, struggling, “I never... to myself.” She’s still holding the words back, and it makes me smile. I’ve hardly noticed that my cock is rock-hard inside my pants, and her sensitive inner thigh is grinding against the bulging outline of it in my jeans.
“Say it,” I command her, my voice smooth and dark.
She swallows, her gaze desperate. “I never touched myself while I was down there.”
Of course she didn’t. The gaze of an evil man was on her the whole time, she must have had some clue about that. And she definitely wasn’t going to be in the mood.
But to already be a virgin, to have never known the most personal touch of another human being and then to go so long without a shred of release…
No wonder she’s so helpless on my lap.
“Tell me more,” I say. Now, I’m being cruel in how much I’m holding myself back. My hand is frozen over her breast, not giving her any of the stimulation she wants so badly. “Tell me what you wanted to do.”
The virgin’s blushing face alone could send me spilling over the edge, if I wanted to. The sight of that angelic face had sent my heart beating when I first saw it, but now, it has me almost dizzy with desire.
She opens her mouth to speak, but I silence it with a harsh kiss that earns a squeak of surprise before I move my mouth down to her neck to start teasing her sensitive skin with my teeth. “Say it.”
“I wanted to touch myself,” she moans softly, barely more than a whisper. “I wanted to... to put my fingers between my lips and rub myself until I was wet. I thought about men so many nights…”
“Men?”
“Huge, strong men in my dreams,” she confesses, “doing terrible things to me. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly, but I didn’t want to give in.”
Her words are surprisingly dark, and they make my blood rush. Maybe she can handle the darkness in my heart, if that’s where her fantasies went under the most horrific circumstances. Perhaps she could come to truly be mine. If I claim her.
“You have some willpower,” I say, amused. “What about now?”
“I want you, Salvatore,” she whimpers, her voice nearly cracking from being so hungry for me. “I want to give in. I want this.” As she lets the words out of her mouth, she pushes herself down against my cock as much as she can, and I feel it pulse and throb under her. It wants to feel her as badly as she wants it inside her.
“You don’t know anything about me,” I say, and my words carry as much weight as they need to. I reach behind her and take a fistful of her hair, holding it like a leash to tilt her head back and look up at me as I loom over her. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Eva?”
“If you want me to be,” she whispers, and I smile at her efforts. I reward her my sliding my other hand to her ass and squeezing it, holding her hair a little tighter.
“I’m not a good man,” I say.
“I don’t care,” she gasps. “I want you to ruin me.”
I don’t need any more invitation. Hand under her ass, I stand up, holding her firm against my waist.
If she wants to be mine, I will take her. It won’t be the worst thing I’ve done this week. Hell, not even the worst thing I’ve done today.
I walk her over to the kitchen table and set her down on it. I grip the hem of her shirt and pull it off her before she can even gain her balance. She’s topless in front of me, shocked at first, but she holds back her instincts to cover herself up. She looks up at me with a nervous gaze, as if hoping I’ll find her pleasing.
I respond by putting my hands around her hips and my lips to her nipple, pushing her down onto her back and devouring her breast.
She lets out a moan of pleasure as I let my tongue lash out at her, tasting her stiff bud and moving to the other to do the same. My hands feel the soft flesh and squeeze, groping my way around her and taking in every inch of her body as mine.
I bought this house. Everything in it is mine. Including Eva.
When I’ve had my fill of tasting her breasts, I grip the boxers, and she helps me get them off her and toss them to the floor. The next moment, she’s sprawled out before me, completely naked, me still with my clothes on, looming over her.
She looks up at me with a cherry-red blush, limbs squirming, watching me full of desire. She needs me. The mere sight of me is fulfilling every fantasy that’s kept her warm in bed at night, made her wish for something, anything to fill her up.
I unbutton my pants, and I let out my cock.
It’s long and hard, and the look Eva gives it tells me she’s surprised by the girth of it. I stroke the shaft up and down with my large, heavy hand, and I let out a groan at the excitement even that simple touch brings me.
It has been a long time for me, too. Running from the law and the mafia, taking so many lives, gutting this house and building it to my own desires, it all let time get away from me.
Now, all I have is time. Time, and Eva.
“You’ve never had a man make you come?” I ask, my voice dark and gravelly through my thick lust as I feel her inner thighs with my rough hands. She shakes her head softly, looking up at me full of anticipation.
I smile.
“I’m going to take my time with you.”
I hold her ankles up and place them over my shoulders, and I watch the anticipation well up into pure lust as I slide my cock along the wet, hot slit of her womanhood.
“I never knew it would be like this,” she moans into the still air of the kitchen that’s silent except for the sounds of our breathing.
“I’m not even in you yet,” I growl, grinding the soft underside of my cock against her slit, back and forth, wetting both of us with the glistening honey coming from her. My cock gets stiffer at the touch of her.
She’s softer than I could have imagined, more ready, more hot and wet than even my darkest desires could have wanted. And I’ve wanted her, I can’t deny that.
She’s already arched up onto me, but I hold her ass in my hands to push her up into me, putting her totally under my control, and I glower down at her, my eyes black as midnight.
“If you want me to stop,” I say, “the safe word is ‘ice.’”
She nods, understanding me, and I perch my huge crown on the edge of her swollen, puffy lips.
She has a view of me that includes the thick trunk of my shaft, the V that points down to it at my hips, the abs that ripple up my body, my broad pecs, and my face.
“This is your first time. I will be careful,” I say, “but I can only be so gentle.”
Without another word, I thrust my cock into her, and she lets out a sharp cry, tossing her head back and shuddering all around me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I say, and it’s no lie. She’s so tight I don’t know whether I can fit my whole girth into her. Barely a third of me is inside her, and already, I feel her hot insides tightening around me.
I guide her hips as I start to rock back and forth, groaning into each one as I grip her ass, feeling her skin and its gentle give. She’s so soft and naive, and I know she has no idea what she’s truly getting into with me.
“Is it... is it too big?” she says between desperate gasps, eyes fluttering open and watching me go into her. Something about the sight of that from the table awakens something in her, though, and I feel my cock wetter than ever in her.
“We’ll find out,” I say, and as if at my command, her wetness lets me dive further into her. I’m where no one else has been before inside this girl. She feels tight and sweet, and I feel warmth traveling up my shaft
and into my abdomen with every thrust.
“I thought about this,” she confesses, hands gripping the table as she desperately tries to push herself up into me. “Oh my god, Sal, I thought about this the first time you found me.”
Do you think I didn’t?
I rock harder into her, getting bolder with each thrust that makes her get tighter and tighter, holding my cock closer the more I go into her, getting to her g-spot.
“I... I almost wanted you to take me in there!” she breathes, absolutely drunk on lust for me, for my attention, my touch, my trust.
I push my hips in and up, and the tip of my cock grinds against her g-spot. The writhing and the gasp that she gives tell me that white-hot pleasure is searing through her, and I see tears welling up in those beautiful blue eyes and running down flawless cheeks.
I truly am making love to an angel, and I’m blissfully ruining her.
I start bucking into her and hitting that sweet spot over and over again, my veins bulging with the hot blood that’s coursing through my shaft, all for her. She may be an angel, but the sin she draws out from me is all the sweeter.
Precum spills out of my shaft as I pulse and thrust into her over and over, pounding relentlessly into this treasure that I found buried underground. My body needs her. Even as my heavy balls strike her ass with each new thrust, getting tighter and more sore with need each time, everything about her feels right.
She’s too good for this world, and what I’m doing is utter sin.
It takes no time at all for her eyes to clench tight and her pussy to tighten even more, wrapped firmly around my cock like they were meant for each other while I rub her g-spot over and over. I know that feeling well.
“Sal, I’m going to come!” she cries, her voice a needy whimper.
Her whole body gets tight, she reaches up to grip my wrists and dig her fingernails into my forearms, and when she comes, she lets out a long cry of ecstasy, dragging her nails down to my wrists as I feel her whole body go limp around me. She’s melting into a hot mess, and I drove her there.
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