Not even the threat of my staff walking in on us scares me.
Or that her father’s asleep a few hundred feet away from where we are now.
She holds her breath and stares up at me her bright eyes seeming to sparkle behind her full eyelashes as I climb into bed and hover over her body, my arms outstretched at her narrow shoulders, my legs straddling her.
She lifts her head of the bed, bringing her mouth close to mine, so close I can feel the warmth of her lips.
“Take me,” she whispers so softly that I barely hear the words.
Her plea is her permission.
And God knows I want every square inch of her.
Need all of her.
But the way I see it, I don’t think she understands what she’s asking for. As wet as she is right now, her virgin pussy isn’t ready for this. Not the way she’s thinking.
“Antonio.” She breathes out my name like a mantra, a prayer on high, tilting her chin slightly, wanting what I’ve been holding hostage for what feels like forever.
Keeping the full weight of my body above her with one arm, I cradle the back of her head with the other hand, slipping hot, needy fingers through her hair as I close the rest of the distance between our lips.
And when our lips touch, the intense shock of hot electricity charges back and forth between us, telling us how much this was meant to happen. I press harder against her mouth, wanting more, needing our connection like it’s air. She parts her mouth for me, inviting me in, and I deepen our contact, holding her to me with my will as much as the force of my hand buried in her hair.
She moans against my mouth, and her hips start to move under me, causing my cock to jump. I don’t stop my hips from grinding the tip of my dick between the tops of her thighs, but I won’t breach her. Not yet.
“Please,” she begs against my lips, and I pull from our mind-blowing kiss.
“Please what?” I ask in a growl.
She rolls her hips under me again, wanting more of me at her smooth, wet folds. “Please.”
"I want to hear you say it, Natalia," I order her. Slipping my hand from her hair, I run my thumb over her lips. She is so eager. So ready. I smile as she slips the tip of her tongue between her lips, circling the tip the way I imagine she would do with my cock eventually. But not now. This night is all about her pleasure. I may take her virginity, but I plan to give her so much more.
“Please,” she whispers again as I pull my thumb from her mouth.
“Beg for it,” I groan.
“Please, Antonio. Please fuck me.”
I lower my mouth to her neck and graze my lips against the tender, sensitive skin. Moving down to her breast, I catch one nipple between my teeth, my eyes locked with hers as I nip the puckered flesh. She arches her back, and her eyes close, each moan a little louder than the last as I tease her.
She wants me to give it to her.
Of course, I want to fuck her.
I want her more than anything that my cock, my balls, and I ever wanted before.
But she needs this too.
The touching.
The teasing.
The yearning.
The greedy desire for more.
And she grows wetter between her legs, as her bud grows more engorged, I will take a little more of her.
Inch by precious inch.
Even if it takes me all fucking night.
10
Antonio
"I want you so bad," she whispers to me. "Please don't make me wait any longer."
“You’re a greedy little one, aren’t you?” I ask, and she moans as she nods in agreement. “You want to be my dirty slut so bad. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she pleads.
I can just imagine how much her core is pulsating with need right now. She thinks she’s ready, but she’s not.
And the more time I spend holding back, the more I believe that it’s better if I wait.
“I’ll have some of you before morning comes, but not all,” I tell her, my lips at her ear, my rough hand dragging a path down her side. “You will have all of me. That’s one easy promise to make. But I don’t want you to have any regrets. And yes, I get it. It seems like we have very little time together. But we need to have faith. Do you understand what I’m saying, Natalia?”
“I think so,” she answers. “You’re not going to fuck me now?”
“I’m going to satisfy you. I’ll taste you, make you come, and I’ll take what I think is the right amount of pleasure from you. Don’t worry about a thing. You’ll love it. But before we go there, I need to taste you, beautiful.”
Moving down past her neck again, I lick a hot, wet trail around one nipple, then blow out a cool breath against her skin. The sounds she makes in response make my balls ache and my cock harder than granite. Her hands come around to my back, and her manicured fingers drag along my skin, marking me in the best way. I slide the tip of my tongue down between her breasts, and lower, slowly past the fluttering flesh at her stomach, and further, tracing around her navel. She writhes around, her hips out of control now, and I shift my body to feel her.
With one knee, I spread her legs wide to make room. The scent of her arousal fills the air and drives me half insane. I can almost taste her. Pressing her upper thighs apart, I lower my mouth to her sensitive bud and run my tongue up and down along her pink folds. Lifting her hood, I tease a spot above her engorged clit and her body bucks. Jesus. She’s so responsive. So wet. And fuck, she tastes like the sweetest treat, like honey and pure desire.
“Yes,” Natalia cries, and her fingers grip my scalp, pulling my head closer, intensifying the contact. “You feel… so good.”
I lick, nip, bite and suck, tasting her juices, devouring her flesh as she rides my face.
“Oh god.” She starts to shake. Her body is so close, but I want to stretch out every moment, to draw as much of her need and pleasure to the surface.
With two thick fingers lightly between her folds, I call to her. “Ride it,” I tell her.
She rolls her hips into my fingers, taking inch by inch deeper inside of her tight, wet heat. She’s tight like a glove around me, hot and sultry. As I start to move with her, fucking her with just two fingers, her inner walls contract and tighten around them.
“Yes,” she moans as she begins to come, but I don’t stop. She’s at the edge of her peak, at the verge of climax. And so fucking beautiful with one hand buried in her own hair.
I flatten my hot tongue over her clit and curve my fingers, stroking her G-spot. That’s when she wraps her legs around to my back, clamping my head in place as she comes so hard that she squirts.
Slowly, she comes out of her state of bliss, her body weak but her pussy slick and ready. But I'm not done. Flipping her over onto her stomach, I raise her ass in the air and spread her ass cheeks apart. I drag my tongue along her seam, from her pelvic bone, over her tight little hole, and down past her folds. She calls my name, and it fills the room, echoing through the space as I eat what's all mine.
“Cover your mouth, gorgeous,” I tell her.
She shouldn’t be here. I can’t afford for anyone to know yet. Neither of us can, as much as we fit together, it’s way too fucking soon for word to get back to her dad, my boss.
“I will, but please take me like this, baby,” she begs. “Please… please. You feel so amazing.”
I’ve been holding out for so long that I can’t wait any longer. Each time she says the word ‘please’ it chips away at my will. I have to have some of what’s mine.
Right fucking now.
Lifting from her, I position myself on my knees. My rough hands spread her ass cheeks and raise her backside higher off the bed, exposing her dripping wetness and so many fucking shades of pale pink that I'm liable to burst any second now. All I do is lightly glide my cock head at her tight little puckered hole, and her body responds. She pushes her ass back into me even more, taking the tip inside.
“Oh god... yes,” she calls out, a
nd covers her mouth again, muffling the sound.
I’m inside my woman’s ass, the first man that’s ever touched her.
The only man that will ever have her.
One firm jerk and I’m deep inside, and oh fucking God, she feels like heaven. So tight, so warm and perfect, holding my cock like this is where it belongs. I will take her pussy, but not tonight. She came into my bedroom a virgin, and she’ll leave as one too. It’ll have to be enough until I know we can be together for longer than a few nights.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes, better than okay.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No… it feels great. Please don’t stop.”
I want to turn her around and look into her eyes, to make her see how much this moment means to me. But we have time. I start to move in and out of her, every thrust deeper as I claim what’s mine. I don’t know how much time passes, but after we both come, I lower her ass and stretch out beside her.
She turns to face me once she recovers a little, and I wrap my arms around her, keeping her close as she starts to doze off.
This is not the end, I tell myself. It’s the beginning. Somehow, we’ll find a way to be together.
Even if it means turning all the boss’s well-laid plans upside down.
11
Antonio
Waking up this morning is fucking torment.
My hand is wrapped tight around my cock.
Natalia’s sweet, feminine scent still hangs in the air.
Her honey-sweet taste on my lips.
But it’s the image of the boss standing at the side of my bed with the butt of his shotgun at my temple that makes my eyes snap open. It’s a fucking sobering thought, but it’s possible.
Likely.
If he finds out, that's precisely how my death will go down.
Back when I used to kill for him, when everyone called me the Trigger, the boss was all about sending messages with each execution. The bloodier the corpse, the stronger the statement, he used to say.
I can’t say he’s wrong.
I got it coming.
After last night, there’s not a doubt in my mind that I deserve whatever comes down as his judgment.
I committed at least a few of the seven deadly sins on Natalia’s body.
Lust.
Greed.
Gluttony.
Maybe more.
And none of them will go unpunished.
Long before I touched my boss’s daughter, the scales have been tipped, and not in my favor.
I’ve done things in my life.
I’ve hurt people.
I’ve broken families.
Maimed.
Killed.
Dismembered.
God knows enough bodies are buried.
I stare up at a spot on the ceiling, awaiting my fate. If the boss himself kicks open my door this second, unloads a clip into me and sends me to meet my maker, it won’t be a day too soon.
And now, after Natalia, I could take a sliver of joy with me when I die.
I grunt out a sound from the selfish thought, and am sitting up in bed when the thump of a massive fist lands hard on my door.
“Boss wants you in thirty.”
I hear the gravelly announcement from one of my men through the wooden barrier and bounce out of bed, my feet hitting the solid ground hard.
“Coming,” I groan.
I head to the door of my private shower, already regretting that I have to wash off Natalia’s scent before I dare walk into her father’s house.
Twenty minutes later, I’m showered, dressed, armed, and walking out of my quarters. My trip to the main house is different this time.
I’m tense.
Hesitant.
Bracing for more than the usual.
Swallowing the tightness in my throat, I shake my head with recognition. It’s because today, as I walk the halls of the space that my men and I are protecting with our lives, I’m not just facing an outside threat.
There’s a new target on my back.
One that I mounted there and strapped into place the second I touched Natalia Romano.
The mental image of her kneeling on my bed flashes across my brain, and I force it from my thoughts the next second. This shit can’t go on, I think. I’m on my way to the boss’s office, for fuck’s sake. I stride down the vast, gleaming marble hallway that runs the length and width of the massive house, trying to act normal. I see Vinny standing at his post at Natalia’s door. He catches my movement out of the corner of his eye, and when we lock eyes in the distance, I see him mouth the words, “Dead fucker.”
Or at least that’s what it looks like he said.
He’s not wrong.
And I'm not surprised he called me out on my recklessness.
As I close in on him, Natalia's head and small shoulders pop out her opening door, and she flashes me a knowingly smile.
Fuck.
She’s going to get us both killed this very day if she’s not careful.
Shaking my head with disapproval, I keep walking. My face turns stone cold. At least one of us needs to take our emotions out of the equation, and I see from the glint of blissfulness in her eyes that it has to be me.
Casting my gaze straight ahead, I ignore her. I offer her no acknowledgment, no encouragement, no sign of what we shared last night.
It’s a forbidden secret.
And for as long as I can, I’m going to keep it buried while eyes are on us.
Even if she comes to hate me for real.
12
Natalia
I wake up in my own bed, and as I cover my mouth through a long yawn, the memory of last night comes back to me.
Holy fuck.
The filthy, dirty things we did.
His hands, gentle one moment, rough and demanding the next.
And oh my God, his cock. It’s so huge. So thick.
Just thinking about it makes my core throb. How something so massive could make its way into any part of me defies any logic, but when he tasted me with his mouth, took my ass and sent me tumbling over the edge so many times, we fit together so perfectly.
My body is sore in places I never thought possible. But damn, does it ever feel great.
The pulsating ache at my tight hole and the wetness between my legs suggest differently, but it’s difficult to believe that I’m still a virgin.
I’m glad that I snuck back into the main house and fell asleep in my own bed after Antonio claimed me in so many ways. Did he really tell me I was his? I don’t exactly know how we’ll ever be able to make that dream come true, but for now, I’m thrilled that we’re on the same page.
I want him.
He wants me.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Sitting up in bed, I let out a long stretch and look down my body. His shirt is on me. Right. I didn’t bother to put my clothes back on when it was time to leave his apartment last night. Before I do anything, I need to get out of this shirt, have a long shower and put on my own clothes. It’s way too soon to have anyone know yet.
A secret like this one, well, it could end us both.
I look out my window that faces the guards’ quarters. Is Antonio awake yet? Does he have a smile on his face like I do right now? Does he have any regrets? Can he keep us a secret from my father and Nonna?
Can I?
A quick glance at the clock on my bedside table shows that it’s not seven o’clock yet. Perfect. I have time to put myself together in my en-suite bathroom, and I’ll hide his shirt somewhere before anyone’s the wiser.
After a long, hot shower, I step out of my bathroom wearing a playful grin that won’t leave my face, a towel around my torso, and one covering my thick mass of dark hair. I’m pretty sure that if anyone sees this smile, they’ll know. Or maybe it’ll be the dreamy look in my eyes, or the giddiness in each step I take. I contemplate staying in my room for a few hours. Avoiding everyone might be a good idea.
> Stepping into my walk-in closet, I find some underwear and a black strapless camisole, then pull a matching eggplant colored sweat suit from their hangers. I have no plans today, other than possibly packing. Though, I can’t do that just yet. I’m not supposed to know what’s going on. Once I’m fully dressed, I return to the bathroom to comb and blow dry my hair. As low-key and relaxed as I am right now, it’s best not to let this thick mass of unruliness get out of hand. It takes twenty minutes to style when it’s in check, and more than triple that time when I leave it to its own devices.
It’s close to eight o’clock when I’m done, and I take a few minutes to look inside my unopened suitcases that still sit in the middle of the room. I decide against allowing one of the housekeepers to start on the dirty pile of laundry I brought back with me. I’ll do it myself. That way I can include Antonio’s shirt somehow.
The sound of my stomach growling with hunger reminds me of how much all this upcoming change affected me. I love food. Especially the menu items from last night. But I could barely eat anything at all. I mostly moved food around my plate with the selection of forks and knives in the place setting, keeping up appearances for the sake of the guests.
But now, I can eat.
Heading to the door, I pull it open and lean into the hallway. I manage to look past Vinny just as Antonio corners a bend at the end of the hall. I know I’m already beaming, but somehow, seeing him makes my cheeks warm and my heart race.
And just as quickly as the excitement shot into me, it bled right out of me. The smile on my face disappears as Antonio walks right by me like I’m a complete stranger.
My pulse is pounding, and the tightness in my chest refuses to stop as I watch him leave.
I don’t believe him.
The way he can stride down the hall and disappear in Father’s office so composed and calm, like I’m invisible.
Like we didn’t have last night.
I know I didn't imagine it. He flashed me that gripping stare that was hot as fire, then his face turned to stone, and his eyes went cold.
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