I want her to feel the same violent desperation and misery that’s been building inside me from my need and desire for her because it’s fucking with my head.She’sbeen fucking with my head ever since I first laid eyes on her.
The mental image of her in her hotel room in only her wedding lingerie, mixed with the way she keeps pumping me, and her hot tongue in my mouth, swells my cock, and I come with a long groan. I keep coming, over her hand, her shirt, and my stomach.
“That was—” Instead of finishing her sentence, she stares at my cum, smearing it all over both of us.
I wish I could keep it on her like this forever, claim her in a way no one else ever will.
Capturing her face with my hands, I kiss her again. Not as aggressive as before but not particularly soft either.
She moans into my mouth, and my cock twitches in her hand. She’s still holding it, like she doesn’t want to let go.
I step back and out of her grasp, so I can pull up my pants. Then I take her hand and walk inside the house and to the kitchen sink. “Let’s get you cleaned up, so I can get you all dirty again.”
Her eyes widen as she stares at me. “Again?”
Fuck, I didn’t think her innocence would be such a turn-on, but it is.
The look I give her is pure heat. “Did you think I was already done with you, passerotta? I haven’t even begun with you.”
I watch her swallow, getting a sick sense of satisfaction from making her squirm like this.
Leaning in, I lick her from her collarbone all the way up to her ear. “I want to fuck that tight little pussy until you can’t walk anymore.”
At my words, her whole body shivers, and I chuckle. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
Her answer is a barely audible, “Yes,” but it’s all I need.
“Such a naughty princess. Who would’ve thought?”
I give her some room to wash and dry her hands, holding mine out to her because I’m beyond ready to take her upstairs. I’m finally going to take what I’ve wanted for so long.
My phone chooses that moment to ring. I ignore it, but Gemma pulls away from me, untangling her hand from mine.
Letting her head hang, she avoids my gaze. “You should probably answer that. It could be about Ally.”
Fuuuuuck.
I forgot all about my fiancée and that shitshow. No one else has ever distracted me like this woman.
She takes a step back, still not looking at me. “I . . . I’ll give you some privacy.”
With that, she turns around and walks out of the kitchen. I tighten my fingers around my phone as I get it out of my pocket and put it up to my ear.
“Yes?” I put every ounce of frustration into my voice, my footsteps loud as I walk to my office.
“Matteo, seems like I got you at the right time. You sound delighted to hear from me.”
My steps falter at the deep voice and the Russian accent.
“Nikolai.”
He scoffs. “I heard you’ve been searching for me.”
The fucking nerve of this man. After everything that’s happened.
“Listen up, you fucking asshole. Stop playing innocent and give me Vladimir. He has to pay for what he did to Tommaso.”
“He didn’t do it.”