"You're doing so well," he muttered in a husky fashion before sliding the strap between my legs. The next few snaps of his wrist pounded the belt against my pussy.
There was no way to describe the dazzling sensations, a moment of rocket fuel igniting every cell in my body. I tilted my head, issuing a silent scream then gazing at the emerging stars. Nothing could ever feel so right.
Michael continued the punishment for a few minutes, but I was lost in the intensity of raw ecstasy consuming every inch of my body. I wasn't even aware that he'd undressed or that he was now standing behind me, grinding his hips against mine. "Fuck me," I dared to whisper.
"Yes, I will." He rubbed the tips of his fingers down my spine, wiggling them between the cleft of my bruised ass until he slid one then another inside. That's the very moment I felt the thickness of his cock sliding past my swollen pussy lips, going in inch after inch until he was fully seated inside. "Damn, you feel so good."
I arched my back, undulating my hips in a brazen offer, giving him all of myself. My body. My soul.
And my heart.
Michael nipped my shoulder as he pulled his cock until only the tip was inside. Teasing me.
Taunting me.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop." I jutted my hips as far back as my restraints would allow, my body begging him for relief.
"Never, my sweet. I'll never stop." He impaled me with the entire length of his cock, holding his throbbing shaft inside as my muscles relaxed, accepting his thick girth. "And now, you're all mine."
I was used to his hard fucking, the way he took total command, but tonight was different. He was christening me into his dark needs, awakening every synapse between us. We were becoming one. The iron posts creaked from his brutal thrusts, but all I could think about was harder. Faster. I wanted all of him.
He became a crazed man, plunging in a savage manner, as if he couldn't get deep enough inside. I moved with him, powering my hips to meet every hard drive, my breath stolen. Lights flashed in front of my eyes and I could almost hear exclamations of people enjoying the view.
The only thing I could do was smile.
My entire body ached, the electricity pounding into me until the climax raced from my toes, dragging me into the very depths of ecstasy. "Oh, God. I'm going to..."
He bit down on my shoulder, his growl even more barbaric.
Then I lost it, the orgasm ripping through me. "Yes. Yes. Yes!"
"That's it. Come for me. Come on my cock."
I tossed my head from side to side, no longer able to see anything but the haze of pure lust. I could hear his breathing change, ragged and scattered and nothing gave me any more pleasure than to squeeze my pussy muscles.
As the warm gush of his cum filled me so completely, I slowly eased my head back, savoring the warmth of his body. I should be ecstatic, ready to enjoy the rest of my life, but a nagging remained, furrowing inside.
Michael's life remained in jeopardy. Michael
Family.
Asking Francesca to marry me hadn't been on the initial agenda. I had been determined to push her away, setting her free from a life that would forever entail danger and difficulties. Besides, I was no prince. I chuckled at the thought as I gripped the steering wheel. We were only a few miles away from her father's estate. I'd called ahead, not requesting but demanding an audience with Antonio. He certainly hadn't seemed surprised. I hadn't mentioned that she would be accompanying me.
She was my weakness, but also an extension of my soul. I'd never considered myself the marrying type, but the very moment I'd heard the gun going off, ending a man's life that I had trusted, I knew life was far too short. The ring on her finger had belonged to my mother, one of the few pieces of jewelry my father had given her that she'd cared about. I knew she would approve of Francesca.
Karma had a way of catching up to people. I'd learned that the hard way. I'd also come to realize that the past will always have a way of highlighting every damning decision. Every mistake. Every evil deed. Confronting Francesca's father was important for both of us.
This wasn't about money. I couldn't give a shit. This was about peace of mind, a letting go of the past instead of attempting to erase it.
Making love with her had been an incredible experience, beautiful in every manner. We'd remained in each other's arms, even though the Glock was never far from my fingertips.
A heightened level of knowing had shifted into my mind as we stood in the darkness on that balcony, wrapping around my brain like voracious tentacles.
We were being watched.
I didn't tell her about my worries or my gut instinct, and quite frankly it didn't make sense. Dante Massimo was dead, having died from a heart attack. From everything I'd learned about the Massimo organization, there was no immediate contract that had been placed on my life or that of my father's. However, everything was far too quiet. Perhaps that was the crux of my concerns. Caution would remain a top priority.
I felt her hand slide onto my thigh, her fingers resting without tension until the turnoff was merely a mile away. Even her breathing changed, becoming shallower.
"We don't have to do this," I offered as I slowed down.
"Yes, we do." Her conviction was strong, another trait I admired about her. We'd begun this journey with a series of lies and a criminal act.
We'd end it with the truth.
One way or the other.
The estate was magnificent, the two-story Mediterranean-style home several hundred feet in length. The grounds were meticulous and majestic, reminiscent of a tropical island. Flowers were everywhere in vibrant colors, the other aspects of landscaping lush. I could see acres of land; vines growing on perfectly constructed trellis, covered in massive clumps of grapes. I could only imagine growing up here.
She seemed disinterested as her door was opened by one of the two servants waiting on the vestibule. Even as they greeted her with fondness, she merely patted one then the other on the shoulder and headed directly inside.
I followed her in a more casual manner, studying the impressive architecture as I walked through the oversized entrance. Everything was pristine, expensive art covering the walls, and beautifully carved statues housed on gilded columns. Her father had spared no expense in decorating.
I trailed behind her, keeping my distance and counting the number of employees who hovered close by. Their attempt at hiding in plain sight, dressed as household staff, failed miserably. I counted at least eight carrying weapons, and another two that were more like guard dogs than pool boys.
Antonio was nervous.