Page 105 of Humility

I squeaked as he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up like weights. Staring down into his eyes as he walked across the room, I had no fear that he would ever drop me. Dario made you feel like he would kick the doors of hell down to save you, and I believed it. Saying he would die for me was not him spouting pretty words. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. My eyes flicked to the narrow bandage on his shoulder, but if the wound bothered him, it never showed.

“Are there no cameras in here?”

“Oh, there are cameras.” He smirked. “I just don’t care.”

A thrill raced through my body as I pictured a furious Angelo watching and jerking off to me and Dario.

Setting me on the cushioned mats, he tilted my head and stared into my eyes without saying a word. It didn’t matter. I felt the passion in his stare and the love he conveyed as his lips touched mine. Nothing felt rushed with Dario, and with every second that passed, the desperation to feel his touch on my body drove me near insane with need.

My fingers traced the lines of muscle down his chest and abs. He was so fit that each dip seemed carved from marble. My breath caught as my fingers came into contact with the front of his track pants and the massive package that forced the material to stand out. He groaned as I wrapped my hand around him, and he pushed harder into my grasp.

“You are wearing far too much clothing, especially when I get to watch you in the mirrors,” Dario said against my lips, making me smile. The butterflies in my stomach took flight as I looked at around the room and realized we were surrounded by mirrors.

Lifting my arms, he pulled the tank top off and let it fall to the floor as he squatted in front of me.

“Uh,” I gasped as he kissed my stomach. Dario’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, and with each inch that he pulled them down, his mouth followed until I was a gasping mess in his hands.

“So sexy.” His tongue flicked out and swirled around my clit as I moaned. “Let’s get rid of these,” he said, and I stepped out of the shorts.

Dario looked up at me as his hands ran down the back of my legs, and I couldn’t say why, but I wanted to cry—the reality of having him back had finally hit. My life the last few years had been filled with so much emptiness that it kept trying to drown me until it felt like every day was a gasp for breath. This last month had been a whirlwind of emotions, and now it didn’t seem real.

“You’re so beautiful that my heart sings looking at you.” My cheeks heated with the compliment. He slowly stood, forcing me to look up. “My soul aches whenever I have to close my eyes.” Placing his hand over my heart, he searched my face. I wanted to say something romantic back, but poetic words had never been my thing. “When I knew we weren’t coming home….” He shook his head, and the pain in his eyes choked me. “I’d always accepted my position until that moment, but I got down on my knees and prayed to be more than a soldier. I asked to go to sleep and to wake up the son of a Don, but it never happened and the bitterness sucked all happiness from my soul. To be worthy of you and ask for your hand was all I wanted.”

I cupped his face, hating that he saw himself as a lesser man. Titles didn’t make the man inside the skin. “You’ve always been worthy. Don’t ever say that to me again.”

His lip curled up. “Living here is like being in the Wild West. I get to pretend whatever I want, and maybe in my heart, you are right, but back home, I would be shot for touching you. Yet, I would still take the risk and happily accept whatever fate came for me, just for a single night alone like this and the chance to hear that you love me.”

The tears I’d been fighting back trickled free. “I do love you. I love you with all of my heart.”

He smiled. “Then, no matter what comes, I will die a happy man.”

“Stop that.” I placed my finger on his lips. “Don’t you dare mention dying again. I mean it. I order you not to,” I said, and he chuckled.

“Well, I can’t disobey a direct order.”

My breath hitched as he slid his hand up and wrapped it around my throat. He walked around, so I stared at myself in the mirror as he stood behind me. His hand was large and imposing, yet his strength was controlled. I’d always wondered what he would be like if he was more like Angelo, aggressive and domineering, but then I realized he was exactly who I needed him to be. Dario was every fantasy I could conjure in my dreams about love and respect. If I wanted him to be rough, he would, but he was just as happy to gently seduce me and drive me wild like he was now.

His hazel eyes pierced mine in the mirror’s reflection as he snaked his other arm around and pulled me back into him. I shivered at the feel of his cock pressing into my ass. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand as it traveled all over my body before dipping between my legs.

The deep growl in my ear as his finger teased me made me wiggle in his hold.

“Look at how beautiful you are when you come,” he said as his fingers pushed into me. He set my skin on fire, and I moaned with every little movement. “Yes, that’s it. Spread your legs for me,” he said, nipping at my ear. I stepped out wider for him and moaned as his finger sank deeper. “Yeah, that’s it, fuck my fingers. Feel how badly I want you.” He pressed his cock harder into my ass, and I wanted to feel him without the track pants on, but his hand was relentless, and I could feel the orgasm rising. “I can feel you climbing. Don’t hold back.” My eyes closed as I bounced on his fingers, his hand tightening around my throat with a growl. “No, open your eyes. See what I see. I’m addicted to your body, Amorina. I need you to come, do it. Come for me,” he ordered. The rasp in his voice making me shiver..

My legs shook as the climax hit, and I would’ve screamed, but he tightened his hand just enough to quiet the wail as I came. I writhed in his arms as the pleasure flowed until I slumped over. My eyes focused on him as he sucked his fingers, and more heat spread throughout my body.

“So good. So fucking good,” Dario said, pulling them from his mouth.

My knees shook as Dario stepped away and brought back a large yoga ball, setting it on the floor.

“Sit on this.”

I had no idea what he was up to, but I lowered myself onto the rubber ball, squealed as I almost rolled off. Laughing I looked up at Dario and covered my mouth to quiet the giggles.

“You’re adorable,” he teased as he chuckled with me. Lifting my chin he dropped his lips to mine and the embarrassment faded away.

“Good, now slide forward and lay down,” he said, but I was completely distracted as I watched him kick off his sneakers and bend over, pulling his track pants down. I licked my lips as I got an unobstructed view of his hard ass. He looked at me in the mirror, and our eyes locked. “I feel your eyes on me, and you’re not in position.”

“How could I not stare at that view?”