Her back arches and her eyes roll back again, and this time I don’t stop. I stroke in and out and in again before reaching around to graze my fingers over her clit. Her skin flushes as she comes, her pussy clenching down and spasming, and that finally does it. She’s so goddamn beautiful as she floods all over my dick and explodes in gorgeous orgasm. I can’t hold back anymore. All my control is washed away.
I finish deep inside her. It’s everything I’ve always needed. The release is so deep I can’t breathe for a few seconds after it’s over. I drag her against me, needing to feel her warmth and her skin. I pull her into bed and hold her in my arms, breathing the smell of her hair, tightening my grip.
“All mine,” I whisper as she snuggles in close. “And despite what you think, I’m not going anywhere.”
She holds me back. “We’ll see,” she whispers.
I don’t know what happened to this girl. I don’t know who hurt her. But I’ll figure it out. And when I do, I’ll burn the fucking world to make it right.
And if I can’t?
We’ll find a way to heal.
But first, I keep my arms wrapped around my wife so she knows I’m with her, no matter what, and we drift off to sleep together.
Chapter 21
Fiorella
Irip open his top drawer, take a handful of his underwear, and throw it over my shoulder. “Come on, you asshole,” I mutter to myself, digging around. “Seriously?Nothing?” Only a stack of old condoms under his socks. I glare at them. “Guess he does know how to use protection after all.”
I move on to the next drawer and the next. I find a gun under his t-shirts, but otherwise, there’s nothing. I try his nightstand, rooting around pens, old half-used pads of paper, packs of gum, Chapstick, and other random crap.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I hurl an old pair of pliers he had inexplicably under the mattress across the room before slumping down to the floor with my back to the bedframe, my heart racing in my throat.
I close my eyes. All I can see is Luca. His arms around me, terrifying at first, but quickly turning into something much worse. His mouth on mine and my desire like a train repeatedly slamming over me. The second our mouths touched, I was totally finished. I can still feel him between my legs, and my ass is sore from where he spanked me.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, tilting my head back and staring at the ceiling.
This doesn’t have to be the end for me. I press a hand against my belly. I never wanted this baby, but I don’t have to let this situation defeat me. I’ve made it through worse. I’ve suffered more than most people, and I’m still here.
Last night was a mistake. Straight up, it was a mistake. Even waking up this morning still snuggling up against him was a mistake. Smelling him was a mistake, smiling at him was a mistake, letting his lips lightly brush mine as he got out of bed was a mistake.
I know better. And I keep screwing up.
“Quit being such an idiot, Fiorella,” I mutter to myself and slowly get back to my feet. “Now, if I were Luca, where would I keep my cash?”
Forget about how good it felt to spend the night with him.
He only said all those nice things because he wanted to get in my pants.
Don’t let yourself get played.
I check the extra bedroom, but there’s nothing. His office has a wad of twenties hidden behind a bottle of nice-looking whiskey in the bottom drawer of his desk. I pocket all of it. There’s more under the cushions of the couch downstairs and more hidden inside an empty chicken nugget bag in the back of the freezer.
In all, I have a decent little haul. A couple thousand dollars won’t feed me and Elisa for long, but it’s a start. I carry the cash back upstairs, pull a bag down from the top rack in the closet, and jameverything inside. As I’m shoving it back into place, I hear the front door open and close.
Luca calls my name.
I flinch and hurry from the closet, heart racing. Is he going to notice the money’s gone? And if he does, what’s he going to think? I’m already starting to come up with excuses. Maybe I can tell him I needed to pay off some debts or I just wanted a little cash to spend on clothes or something. He might not even mind that. Hell, he might even give me more.
Luca’s waiting for me near the front door. I slow as I head down toward him. My heart suddenly races, and my mouth goes dry. He’s so damn handsome. I can almost forget how attracted to him I really am when he’s not around, but standing there, all big and muscular and tattooed, it’s really hard to ignore.
Everything about him pulls me closer.
The curve of his lower lip. The smoldering stare he gives me, like it’s painful how much he wants to crush my mouth with his. The bulge of his chest, the cut of his jeans cupping his tight ass, those thighs like hammers. God, and the ink, terrifying and sexy all at once. Like he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about him.
He’s everything I hate. And everything I want.
