“That, I can do. Please don’t leave me again. I don’t know if I could survive it again,” he whispers. I didn’t know how badly he was hurting from our failed wedding day. I climb on top of him, straddling him as he lies back down on his back. “God, you’re a vision.” His cock is poking me in my ass. I smile at him. I lean down to kiss him.
“Are you ready?” He nods. I reach for the box and grab the silk ropes we use to tie each other up. I make sure his wrists are tied up nice and secure. “Not too tight, are they?”
“I can still feel my fingers.” Benvolio winks at me. I reach for the knife. He stares into my eyes and it feels like he can see into my soul. He knows every thought, feeling, and emotion before I do. “You okay?”
“I’m horny, obviously, but you and me together again has me feeling so many things right now. I don’t know what to do.” I smile at him.
“Untie me so I can take charge. I know what you need.” I nod and untie him. He grabs my waist with his strong hands and flips me onto my back. “Let me love you.” He kisses me with such love. He deepens the kiss, making me moan into him as my body melts into his. He leaves me, lips moving to my jaw, neck, down to the swell of my breasts. He worships my nipples with his tongue and teeth, making them hard as glass. His right hand runs down my stomach, finding my clit. He adds more pressure and my hips buck up to him. Benvolio slides the rest of the way down my body so he can finger-fuck me. “I want you to fuck my fingers. Coat them, baby.” He slides one finger in, then another, and he pounds them at such a pace that I wish it was his cock. My core tightens as my orgasm overwhelms me, and I coat his fingers. The three fingers are strangled by my pussy walls. My hips come back down to the bed.
“Goddamn,” I mutter. I open my eyes to him sucking on the fingers that were just in my pussy. He’s turning me on like I’ve never been before, and I don’t know if I’ll get enough of him. Benvolio is now kissing me, his cock at my entrance. Before I know it, he’s pushing into me. Slowly moving inch by inch before my pussy is stretching to fit his cock inside me. The initial burn reminds me I’m alive and turned on. Then he pulls out, leaving the head of his cock inside of me before pounding into me. He does this a few times before we decide together on a rhythm of my hips and his strides. My breasts bounce, my fingernails scraping his back as I arch into his chest.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he mutters before nibbling on my neck. He sucks on my flesh, knowing full well he’s leaving his mark on me. My orgasm rips through me again as I grip his cock through my pussy walls. My eyes roll back in my head and my breathing is labored. Coming back down to earth, Benvolio moves his finger to my clit, adding pressure to it as he continues the assault on my pussy. The faster he moves his finger and cock the more my desire starts to pool again. I can’t be ready for another orgasm, can I?
“Oh my God, Lio!” I rush out as my fingers dig into his ass cheeks. I need him closer to me.
“Are you ready to come for me again?” He nuzzles my hair. “I want to come with you this time, and I’m so fucking close. My balls are so tight and I need to release my cum into you. You’re so perfect. This pussy was made for my cock.”
“Only yours,” I moan as he rolls his hips a few more times. Slow and steady, then back to pounding to me like it’s the only way to breathe. My toes curl as my hips buck up to him. I scream out his name as another orgasm rips through me and he grunts as my name. I can feel his cum filling me up. The sweat pours from us, our breathing hard, feeling nothing but pure bliss. After an intense make-out session we went for rounds two, three and four, which ended up in my bathtub. Water was everywhere.
TEN
MIRABELLA
My eyes blinkopen as the sun hits my face through the blinds. Stretching my body, my pussy muscles ache in reminder of the activities from last night. I smile and stare into the eyes of the man who is the cause of it.
“Morning,” he whispers into my hair.
“How long have you been creeping on me?” I chuckle.
“For a couple of minutes. I get up early and never sleep past five a.m. I want to look at you like this every morning.” His honesty makes me smile. “What’s the plan for today?”
“I need to check the computers before heading to the training facility. Papa was in charge of the soldiers and I want to see what they’re like in training then make sure they’re doing their jobs. Faro is trying to turn the men against me, so I need to take a stand.” I love being able to be honest with him.
“I don’t like him. Never did.”
“I’ll get the money back for you. I can’t believe he did that to you. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m here with you, so I don’t care about it.” He smiles as he kisses me. “What can I do to help?”
“Breakfast!” As if on cue, my stomachs rumbles in protest. We both laugh. We get out of bed after having sex again. I head to my office while Benvolio heads to the kitchen. Sitting down in my dad’s office, I sigh. The picture of me on the filing cabinet catches my eye. He always told me never to let people know what your weaknesses are because they will use them against you to bend you to their will. I wake up my computers to check everything. All the files copied over like I wanted, now I just need to find anything I can on the stalker. The more I go through the data the more pissed off I get. I swallow hard as I print out the information.
There’s a knock on the door and I look up as the door swings open. Roger stands there with his hands in his pockets. Last night when I got home I did a deep dive on him, Will, and Reggie.
“What is it, Roger?”
“There’s someone here to see you. He says he’s a soldier, but I don’t know him.” I click onto the cameras and find him standing there outside the gates. I zoom in on him, then roll my eyes.
“He’s Faro’s son. He’s a bottom-feeder soldier. Let him in.” I type more on the computer to protect it. I stand from my chair to walk out to the foyer, swallowing hard waiting for Samuel to come in. I smile as the door swings open. “Samuel!” We grew up together, and at one time he was one of my best friends.
“Mirabella.” His voice quakes. “Dad wanted me to come and tell you that he needs to see you this morning at the restaurant.”
“Why didn’t he call me?” I tilt my head. What game is Faro playing? “I’ll call him to let him know that my morning is full.”
“He won’t take your call.” Samuel won’t making eye contact with mine.
“Why is that?” I grab my knife from the holder on my back. I step forward. He doesn’t move. “Samuel, what is your dad planning?”
“He’s with the soldiers now. He’s trying to get them to turn against you and the other women.” He sighs. “Dad thinks my loyalty is to him because of blood, but you’re my best friend and know things that no one knows. He’d kill me if he knew the truth.”