I flex my fingers, the need to see what his skin feels like becoming too much. My mind is quiet, my body is free of pain, and I revel in the ecstasy of nothingness while Elio climbs over me, claiming my lips once again as I slip under the full effect of the medication he filled me with.
A pounding in my ears begins, canceling out the sounds Elio makes as he works up my body.
Elio Ricci.
My savior. My lover.
The man I am meant to marry and spend the rest of my life with.
These memories might not be my own anymore, but I can absorb them as if they are. Why continue to question when I can feel like this, with him, forever?
A large body climbs onto me, thick length pressing between my legs and I groan. A warm mouth lays wet kisses on my neck as my eyes flutter open. Elio raises his head, smiling when he realizes I’m awake. Mischief glinting in his eyes as he hooks my leg with his arm and positions me the way he wants.
He pushes into me, both of us moaning as he fills me, settling my leg on his shoulder and leaning down to kiss me while he starts to slowly pump in and out of me.
When he breaks away from my lips, his head dips to the crook of my neck and moves up to my ear, which he takes between his teeth and bites.
A gasp escapes me as he increases pressure, his thrusts becoming faster while he grunts in my ear.
“Tell me you’re mine,principessa,“ Elio growls, releasing my earlobe.
“I’m yours,” I say breathlessly, the desperation in his thrusts knocking the air from my lungs as he fucks me into the mattress.
“You’re going to be my wife.”
“Yes.”
“And together we’re going to kill your father and all of those who did this to you.”
He pulls back, panting hard, reading my expression, punching his hips so forcefully it borders on being uncomfortable, almost too much.
“Tell me,bella,“ he leans down and growls in my face.
He groans, the pleasure distorting his features, his eyes closing as he gets lost in it. My hand reaches up, gripping his hair and his eyes snap open as he leans down, burying himself deeper inside me.
My orgasm builds, and Elio’s hand wraps around my throat. His eyes turn wild and the brown in them deepens to something close to obsidian.
He increases the pressure against my airway, stealing my breath, though he wants my words.
“Tell me!” he yells, and I nod, tears building in my eyes as my vision blurs.
He releases me, I suck in a lungful of air and cry out as he slams into me one more time, my orgasm and tears spilling over, with Elio not far behind.
My family will pay for what they’ve done to me, with my husband next to me as we find retribution in their blood.
19
Nathaniel
“Therehavebeenwhispers,”Tanner says to me over the phone, my spine snaps straight and I jump from my chair, as if standing will help me better process what he just said.
“No location,” he continues, and I drop back down into my large leather chair. “Martinez has a partnership with someone and it wouldn’t surprise me if this person is aiding in keeping him hidden. I doubt he’d be able to disappear this easily without it.”
“I’ve considered that,” I grumble.
With my connections, finding Martinez and ripping his sex trafficking ring from him, along with his spine, should have been done decades ago.
“Thank you, Tanner.”