Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Okay?”
His serious eyes find mine in the gloom and I nod, arching my neck to kiss the corner of his lips, making him sigh. The pressure is good, but what’s better is the way he looks at me like I’m the most precious woman in the world. The pure adoration in his gaze is like a drug that worms its way through my veins and into my heart. He strokes my hair away from my face, cupping my cheeks with his big, calloused hands. He licks the underside of my lip and I tremble, knowing that this is the calm before the storm. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”
How can I be ready for a man like Antonio?
My world is in pieces.
I’m still his prisoner.
He’s nearly twice my age, and a mafia assassin.
This could be the most foolish thing I’ve ever done, but it feels right.
His violent hands cradle me. His savage mouth kisses me tenderly.
“Yes,” I breathe.
And then he pushes inside me.
26
ANTONIO
PLAY WITH ME
Aemelia is my first sweet little virgin, and the feeling of claiming her, of being her only, chases my heart between my ribs.
Her body is so small and lithe beneath mine, her tight pussy almost too much for me to bear. She cries out as I thrust inside her hard enough to break through her hymen, and I feel it tear as she whimpers. I kiss her mouth, stroke her face, and try to soothe away the pain as she stares up at me like she doesn’t quite believe what is happening. I don’t believe it, either.
I rise onto my knees to look at the place we’re joined, and the sight of me buried deep inside her unravels me. My hands shake where they grip her hips, and she trembles beneath me. A streak of blood runs along the condom and I wince at her pain, slowing my movements.
“Are you okay?”
“Antonio,” she whispers. “Yes.” Her voice is the only thing that can cut through the daze I’m in. I rest my hand over her belly as I slowly withdraw, feeling the invasion of my body into hers through her flesh. I take her hand and press it under mine. “Feel that,” I say. “Feel me move inside you.”
She closes her eyes, and her lips part as I slowly draw myself in and out.
“How?” she gasps. “You're so…”
“Big, and you're so…”
“Full,” she says.
Full. Yes. Full of me.
I slick my thumb over my tongue and press it to her clit, feeling it swell as I tease in slow circles, lost in the tightness of her body around mine. Lost in a moment I could never have predicted. My throat burns with wanting her, even though I have her. She’s mine at this moment, but after…
She touches my chest, her fingers drifting down over the scars on my body, the war-wounds this underworld life has tarnished me with. Her brow furrows, like touching them causes her pain, and I lower myself over her so she doesn’t have to look at them anymore. “Kitten,” I whisper, grazing her lips with mine, rubbing the tip of my nose over hers. “You make me ache.”
It’s the truth. I was dead inside, and then she came into my life, and all I can think about, all I want, all I need, is her.
Her arms go around my back, drawing me closer. Her legs spread wider to accommodate our closer contact, her feet pressing to my ass, urging my thrusts harder than I thought she could take. I grind into her, and she moans, and I lick her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin, marking her like an animal.
When she cries out like she’s in pain, I stop moving, only to feel the rippling clasp of her pussy around me, and the knowledge that I gave her such pleasure for the first time tears away the last of my restraint. I move inside her, using her body, desperate to drive myself into the oblivion I know is coming.
I gather her in my arms so there’s no space between our slick bodies, and when I come, it’s with a cry that could wake the dead from their graves.
Luca and Alexis will have heard us both. They’ll know it’s done.
I’ve taken something I never should have wanted. Stolen something that should never have been mine. Turned Aemelia Lambretti from an innocent girl into a woman. Marked her with my body and given her my soul.
Her voice is now rich and throaty when she says. “So that’s what sex is like. Now I understand why people make such a fuss about it.” And I smile against her neck as she touches the short hair at my nape, her pulse still hammering in her throat.
“You’re a woman now,” I say, bringing her hand to my lips.
“I was a woman before, Antonio. The only difference now is that I’m a woman who brought Antonio Venturi to his knees.”