Page 62 of The Don's Secret Heir

She moans weakly around me and I hiss when her tongue works around the head of my cock.

I tug her hair to pull her off and she moans again, louder.

She licks her lips when I come out of her mouth, panting. She places herself up on all fours, facing away from me so all I can see is her glistening pussy.

“Fuck me from behind, Dario. Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine. You’ve always been mine,” I tell her, and I fucking mean it. No matter what she’s got going on now, no matter how much she hurt me, she still feels like mine.

And I won’t let anyone touch her. Especially not fucking Benedict.

I shouldn’t want to physically hurt him as much as I do. After all, he’d simply asked her to dance, but I know what he was thinking. I know he saw her in that dress and wanted her.

But he can’t have her. No one but me gets to touch her. My Liana. Mywife.

I line up behind her with a grunt, pushing into her slowly. When I bottom out, her walls flutter around me and I bite down on my tongue to keep from coming right there.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, rolling her ass back, fucking herself with my dick, and I watch her, rapt as her ass jiggles.

“Look at what a slut you are for me,” I murmur, my head spinning despite the fact that I’ve only had two drinks. “Fucking yourself on my cock. Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” she groans. “Would feel better if you’d fuck me hard and dirty like you used to.”

A smirk spreads across my face. “All you had to do was ask,belissima.”

I take hold of her hips, pounding in and out of her, and she cries out. I feel it when she starts to orgasm, the way she clenches around me making me grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches.

I manage to fuck her through it before thrusting deep and spilling inside her, kissing along her spine before I straighten up.

She collapses on the bed, plopping face down and I can’t help but smile at her.

I adjust myself and head into the bathroom in the bedroom, grabbing a cool cloth and returning to wipe her down.

“I have to get back into my dress now,” she says with a frown and a pout, and I laugh out loud.

“I’ll help you.”

“You’d better. This is all your fault, you know I like it when you get possessive.”

“I’m always possessive,” I admit, and she chuckles.

“Yeah. You are. A little birdie told me you weren’t like that with anyone else.”

I shut my mouth with a click.

“I haven’t been.” My voice goes quiet and vulnerable, and that’s Liana’s cue, I guess, because she gets up and wiggles her dress back on.

“Help?”

She turns around and I lean down to kiss along her shoulders, freckled from the sun. After sex is the only time she’ll let me touch her.

I zip up the dress and it’s like a tiny arrow has pierced my heart when she walks out into the hall without another word.

I draw in a deep breath, rubbing a hand across my face, and wait about ten minutes to follow her.

She’s saying her goodbyes to Aunt Liza when I make my way over.

“And you’re going to have some girls, right? There’s only boys in the Conte family, other than Beth,” Liza says.