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Pressure rises inside me, my core desperate for another release.
“Does your cunt like my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good. It’s the only one that’ll ever be inside of it.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head even as a tiny logical part of my brain latches on to his words and wonders, “Huh?”Must be his brand of dirty talk.
Removing his hand from my neck, he suddenly pulls out. I don’t have time to do more than let out a whine, because he flips me over, pulls on my waist to get me on my hands and knees, and then drives back inside.
The new angle stuns me. “Oh my God.” He hits a spot deep inside of me, over and over, until stars appear in front of my eyes. I’m close.
Gathering my hair with one hand, he coils it like a leash around his palm and tugs. When my back arches, a satisfied groan follows. “You were made to be fucked like this. I’ve never seen a more beautiful thing.”
I begin to tremble again. My core tightens, Giorgio hisses, and then I’m falling. Literally. My body collapses, and he falls on top of me, catching his weight at the last moment. He pushes in one more time,deep, and then his body tenses with his own release.
As I shiver on the sheets, sandwiched between him and the bed, my body a puddle of pleasure, a realization comes.
There’s nothing better than this.
Nothing.
CHAPTER24
GIORGIO
A small handrests on my lower abdomen. Silky blonde hair tickles the side of my neck. Martina’s slow, deep breaths fan out across my chest.
I pull her closer to me, as if the feel of her body perfectly molded to mine will somehow make me forget about the consequences of my addiction to her.
Because that’s what it is—an addiction.
An out-of-control need that’s jeopardizing the entire reason she’s here with me in the first place.
All day yesterday, I tried to get myself in check. I practically meditated on the fucking phrase.You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.
All the good it did me.
I drag my hand down my face. Sal has me walking on a tightrope. Yesterday, Calisto called me on the don’s behalf. Sal had something he wanted me to move for him. I raced to Naples to pick up a small metal case filled with what I suspect is a few million worth of diamonds. I drove it to the closest secure vault in the area with one of Sal’s men tailing me. After I dropped the case off, I picked something out of my own personal stash to give to Martina, and then drove back here in the most roundabout way possible to lose my tail and make sure no one else was following behind.
The whole exercise felt strange. Sal’s drawing me out on purpose, clearly trying to track my movements. I need to check recent chatter on the recordings to see if he’s doing it to others, or if I’ve become the principal target of his scrutiny.
What could have put him on my trail? Damiano’s been careful not to mention my name to any of the men he’s been meeting. No one outside of Ras and Valentina know I’m helping him, and their loyalty is without question.
I need to get to the bottom of it before this location is at risk of becoming compromised.
Martina jerks in her sleep, bringing my thoughts back to her. I drag a soothing palm over the smooth skin of her back, savoring the feel of it.
My resistance had crumbled even before she offered herself to me last night. I simply can’t deny her, consequences be damned. Not when she’s so willing to climb into my bed.
And fuck, last night was everything I wanted and more.
Innocence and sin. Inexperience and eagerness. Beneath that young face are layers and layers of dimensions, and I’m afraid I won’t be satisfied until I’ve discovered them all.
I gaze down at her peaceful expression. Does she still dream of her friend, or have we managed to chase her ghosts away? There’s nothing of that empty girl I picked up from De Rossi’s in her now. She’s come alive. Flourished.
Come into her power.
