Pulling myself to my feet, I run a thumb over my mouth then lick it clean, a delighted smile stretching across my face. Placing a kiss on his forehead, I back away and start swaying my hips, running my hands through my hair.
His eyes hood, his spent cock twitching. I spin, watching him over my shoulder as his gaze fixes on my ass. I wiggle out of my pants, then bend over, letting him look his fill. The red lace tanga panties leave little to the imagination, and I happen to know they’re one of his favorite styles. He bought me four pairs of them after all, in a variety of colors.
I slowly turn again, facing him, hips still swaying as I unhook my bra. Dangling it from my fingers, I let it drop, then shimmy out of my panties. After I kick them aside, I stride toward him, electricity crackling heavily in the air. One day our passion will consume us, lighting us up in flames as we writhe against each other in ecstasy.
Somehow, I don’t think I’d mind.
Cruz is hard again, his hand around his cock as he strokes it leisurely. His eyes meet mine, the gold nearly overshadowing the hazel with his desire. He shifts himself farther up the bed and gestures to me. “Come here, I need to feel you.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I comply, crawling onto the bed and making my way up to him. He grabs my waist and positions me above his face. “Are you hungry, Cruz?”
“Starving,” he growls out, then pulls me down.
“Fuck,” I cry out, grabbing on to the headboard to balance myself. The man is a scholar of female anatomy, knowing exactly when and where and how to touch me. And this teacher is awarding him an A+.
His tongue is everywhere; tonguing my ass one second, sucking on my clit the next. My legs tighten around his head when he dips into my pussy, the orgasm already building to a fevered pitch. His beard scrapes me in all the right places, and I grind my hips in tight circles, little moans falling from my lips as I chase the high. He bites down on my clit and I take off, soaring into the heavens as flashes of reds and purples light up behind my eyelids.
I tumble off him, curling into his side as I come down, little aftershocks still buzzing through my system. Releasing a shaky breath, I nuzzle into his chest. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
His laugh is husky when it comes, and he pulls me close. “We’re not done yet. There’s still the matter of you fucking me.”
I snort. “I’ve changed my mind. I want you to make love to me.”
Cruz turns on his side and lifts my leg high. Putting a hand on my ass, he draws me closer and thrusts inside me. I lower my leg, letting it rest on his hip, while I bring my hand to his cheek. He keeps his movements slow and steady, my breasts rubbing his chest with each thrust.
Our eyes lock, not once looking away as he rocks into me, over and over. I get lost in the depths of his eyes, peering deeper until our souls are observing each other. This time, the pleasure starts as a low buzz, spreading languidly through me. When it crests, it’s like gentle waves of bliss lapping at me, unlike the sharp soaring thrill of the previous one.
Cruz whispers my name as he comes, his hips shuttering to a stop as he pours his seed into me. As gentle as it was, it was the most profoundly intimate moment of my life.
He stays buried inside me and presses a light kiss to my lips, his arms tightening around me. I reach up to run my fingers through his hair and with my eyes still locked on his, finally give him the words he’s been waiting for.
“Te quiero, Cruz. Siempre.”I love you, Cruz. Forever.
Chapter 55
Vincenzo
WherethefuckisCesare? I haven’t seen him in two days, and I’ve been calling the fucker on repeat. We’re moving to the compound today, and I could use a little help. Of course, the bastard decides now is the time to disappear, right when I need him. Pacing my office, my anger grows with every step. Is there no one I can trust? No one to be around when I need them most?
My face flushes a deep red. First Dante, now Cesare. Downing a glass of bourbon, my eye catches on the bookcase, specifically on the vase where I keep the key. Fuck! Racking my brains, I try to remember if I ever saw Cesare leave the cellar.No.
Unlocking the door, I race down the stairs, skidding to a stop at the stench of feces and blood. Against my will, my feet start moving, carrying me closer to the torture space.
I stare up at my brother in disbelief, teeth clenched so hard I fear they may crack. Pure, unadulterated rage pours through me, clenching my fists and creating a haze of red that descends over my sight.
Throwing my head back, I roar, making the women in the cells cry or scream in terror. My chest heaves, my gaze bouncing around the cellar wildly. It doesn’t compute. My brother, my last remaining brother, and my second, hangs on the wall like fishermen display their catch.
He’s covered in blood and vomit, the skin peeled from his legs like overly large grapes. His tongue is gone, and blood trails from his ear and groin.
The poor fucker is still breathing—just—but I don’t know how. Low moans escape around the swollen stub of tongue, and his eyes, hazy with pain, meet mine with a plea to end his suffering.
“Who did this?” I scream, prowling over to the cells. I slap my hands along the bars, enjoying how the women cower before me. Stopping in front of The Duke’s cell, I know in my heart it was her. She sits, shivering and cowering on the floor, her hair covering her face. But I’m not fooled by her act.
“You’re lucky I’m too busy to deal with you today,” I hiss at her. “You’ve ruined everything. Everything!” She doesn’t look up or acknowledge me in any way. Animosity rears its head, demanding I strike out at her for her insubordination.
Later. There’s no time for this. We’re moving in less than two hours. But tomorrow? Tomorrow I’ll make her pay.
Striding back over to Cesare, I grab a knife off the wall, spin around and slash his throat. Just before the light dies in his eyes, the corner of his mouth lifts in thanks.
