“My ass belongs to you,” she cries. “Only you. Just you, Luca, Luca….”
“Argh,” I roar as it becomes too much to handle.
Her thick globes close around my dick as I push them together. I stare down at the sight, my massive length, veins pulsing, and her creamy juicy cheeks wrapped around it.
My come explodes all over her back, slapping against her perfect skin.
I keep thrusting as the last of my come squirts out, making her skin glisten.
“Fuck.”
I collapse onto the bed, lying next to her.
She falls down into my arms like she’s desperate to be there like she thinks if she isn’t close to me, I’ll end what’s only just beginning.
Only just beginning, and yet I know this is forever.
“Are you mad?” she asks after a moment.
“No,” I say, moving my fingers through her hair. “It’s not your fault. You were nervous, and it was – or would’ve been – your first time.”
“But I should’ve told you before things got that far.”
I chuckle softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t worry, Lena. You didn’t disappoint me. And I’m sure we’ll try again.”
Tilting my head, I look down at her.
She returns my gaze, her eyes softer now, filled with more affection than lust. Or maybe they’re the same, and it’s the fact I just erupted, just claimed her, that allows me to look past the haze of desire.
She giggles. “What?”
“I was dropping a hint,” I smirk. “I think this is the part where you enthusiastically tell me you want to try again.”
“Oh,” she laughs, laying her hand on my chest, digging her nails in. “I do. Of course, I do. You promise you’re not mad?”
“I promise,” I tell her firmly.
She sighs, resting her cheek against my chest. “Good. I would’ve hated that. I want things to be….”
She pauses, and I wonder if she’s cycling through options, the same way I probably should whenever I think about us. I wonder if she’s thinking about our future children, our family, and all the love we’re going to share.
That is if Conor doesn’t win the war or try to take her back.
“What?” I urge.
“Good between us,” she says, leaving me to speculate about all the unspoken things.
“They will be. They are.”
I’m a hypocrite because I’m swallowing down a lot too. I’m not telling her that they’re going to be better than good, that we’re going to fuse in the most intimate way.
We’re not just lovers.
We’re more than that.
“What are you doing later?” I ask.
She laughs is the sweetest sound. “Well, let me see… I was thinking of going on a bike ride. After that, I was going to hit a couple of concerts. Why?”
I chuckle at her sarcasm, playfully tickling her under the arm. She writhes against me, her face flushed, her smile wide and angelic.
“Okay, okay,” she slaps my chest. “I get it.”
Grinning, I say, “Let’s have dinner…a date. Obviously, we’ll have to stay here. But it could still be nice.”
She nods, smiling. “Yes, that sounds great.”
“In the meantime, I had some painting supplies brought down from the city. You’re free to use the entire house, paint whatever you like, or lounge around and watch TV.”
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Back into the city,” I tell her. “I won’t be long. I need to meet with a few contacts.”
“Who?”
I almost tell her not to ask too many questions. If anybody else asked, this is exactly what I’d say.
But Lena’s unique. Our connection isn’t like everybody else’s. She deserves to know the truth.
“I’ve got friends in the police. I’m going to see if there’s a way I can give them Conor. Because it’s that or…”
“Or kill him,” she says softly.
I sigh. “Exactly.”
“Back in the car, you said you should’ve killed the men so there were no witnesses. But you didn’t. You never said why.”
“Is that how you see me?” I ask. “Somebody who kills without thinking about it? Who casually takes a life?”
Her fist tightens against my sweaty chest, her fingernails scraping my skin. “I didn’t mean it like that. But from everything Aunt Gianna told me, you mafia men are mean, cruel even, capable of doing terrible things. And even if you don’t seem that way, well….”
“I killed during the war with Conor’s father. I had to. Otherwise, it never would’ve stopped. But I hate it. The truth is, Lena, sometimes I get nightmares about it. I try to minimize violence as much as possible. There are other ways to get what we want. There’s blackmail, threats, and financial manipulation. Almost three-quarters of our businesses are legitimate. The rest have nothing to do with violence or exploitation.”
She watches me, listening intently.
“I’m not saying I’m an angel,” I tell her. “But I’m not the devil lots of people think I am, either.”
She leans down, kissing my chest. “I get it. I guess my aunt was talking about the Irish.”