by M. Robinson
“Where’s that?”
“You know where.”
“Say it.”
“My pussy.”
Just like everything he did to me, it was precise and calculated.
“Your what?”
“You heard me, you just want me to say it again.”
“And here I am still waiting.”
I smiled, angling my head to look into his eyes. “On my wet pussy.”
“Where are your manners, Sin?”
“Please…”
“Good girl.”
His hand went back into my panties, and my mouth parted slightly. He massaged my nub in a circular rhythm, like a Ferris wheel, going up and then down. It felt swollen within minutes and I wanted to explode, shatter on him, for him. My legs trembled, and my head spun. This orgasm felt different than others I had experienced before with him.
My stomach tightened.
My breathing labored instead of escalated.
It was overpowering.
“That’s it…you’re almost there.”
“I can’t… I can’t… please...” I begged for I don’t know what.
“I’m going to get what I want, and right now I want you to squirt down my hand.”
With that, he made the short click noise with his mouth, causing Massimo to start trotting. My hips matched the pace of his trot, faster and harder I rocked them back and forth against Cruz’s hand. I had no control over my body, it moved on its own accord.
He plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting my salty sweetness. Unable to take it anymore, I screamed out, coming so fucking hard. He didn’t stop, prolonging my ecstasy. Manipulating my clit. My body shook, I couldn’t stop coming. It was one right after the other, hitting me at a rapid speed. I had no time to collect myself, nor did he want me to.
“I love you,” I breathed out, over and over again, repeating it as if it were the only words in the world.
“Don’t ever tell me that Massimo is the only man you need in your life, unless you want me to fuck you on this horse next time.”
I knew all along…
That was the point in this claim.
Epilogue
—Sienna—
Three months later
We walked into the reception for Violet. She was the daughter of Senator Chase Abandonato, and today she was marrying royalty. It didn’t faze me in the least that Cruz had the senator of Illinois in his back pocket. Plus, it was an excuse to take a break from the normal day-to-day life in Italy. This was my first time in Seattle where the wedding and reception were being held.
We were right on Lake Washington in a huge mansion. Some faces I recognized, most I didn’t. Cruz seemed to know everyone in sight which probably meant these people were as shady and corrupt as he was. Although, I felt at home, there were a lot of Italian people around, doing what we did best.
Arguing.
After he introduced me to hundreds of people, I was able to sneak in a moment with him. Grabbing his hand, I led him toward the balcony that overlooked the beautiful lake which surrounded most of the estate.
Leaning against the railing, I smiled.
“What’s that look about?” he asked.
“I may have a surprise for you.”
“Does it include you being naked?”
“No,” I laughed.
“Then I’m not really interested.”
“Cruz…”
He caged my body with his arms, setting his hands on the bar behind me.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“Is it because you’re a control freak?”
“Precisely.”
“I sure hope our sons inherit my calm, laid-back genes. If they get yours, I’m screwed.”
Rubbing his nose against my neck, then up the side of my cheek, he whispered in my ear, “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not.”
He froze.
Our eyes locked.
“My surprise is already inside my dress. Actually, their baking inside my belly.”
“Sienna…”
“Look down, husband.”
He pulled back, his eyes shifting toward my stomach, where I was holding the ultrasound photo in my hand between us.
“I’m pretty sure you knocked me up after you made me come on my horse, and then made love to me in the stables.”
His gaze hadn’t moved from the picture in my grasp.
“Why does it look like there are four hands?”
“Because, Crucifixio Martinez, you didn’t just shoot one past the goalie, you did two. I’m pregnant.”
His stare locked with mine again.
“With twin boys.”
—Cruz—
“My dad and Uncle Gino are going to be so proud.”
I smiled. Before I could claim her lips, I dropped to my knees in front of her and kissed her stomach first.
My boys.
My sons.
My whole fucking world.
When I peered up at her, she was crying.
“I love you, Sienna Martinez.”
“I love you more.”
Standing up, I gripped onto the sides of her face, slamming my mouth onto hers.
“I fucking love you,” I breathed out, unable to control the emotions soaring through my dark soul.
I kissed her lips, beckoning her to open them for me. When she finally did, I groaned into her mouth, and she smiled against mine.
We loved each other just too damn much.
Feeling her.
Needing her.
Loving her.
She consumed me.
My family.
“Oh shit,” a strong, male voice exclaimed from behind us, interrupting our moment.
I spun around.
“Fuck,” he added, when my stare went from his face to his hands.
“Romeo!” another male voice seethed, rushing toward us.
I knew I’d eventually meet Romeo Sinacore, I just never imagined it would be…
With blood on his hands.
The end.
For Cruz and Sienna.
It’s only the beginning or is it the end for…
Romeo Sinacore.
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