"Come, baby. That's it. Fill my mouth."
She threw out her arms, her fingers snagging in my hair as her body convulsed, her scream permeating the entire room. I licked her savagely, thrusting my tongue deep inside as she filled my mouth. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
"Oh... Yes. Yes..." Sierra came several times, her last scream barely audible. When she fell back against the bed, struggling to breathe, only then did I ease back, wiping my mouth with the back of my arm.
I stumbled to my feet, struggling to get control of my breathing, stars floating in front of my eyes. Adrenaline rushed through every cell, my blood pumping to the point I had heart palpitations. Reaching down, I pulled her up by her wrists, turning and pushing her waist against the edge of the dresser, immediately wrapping one hand around her long hair as I leaned in.
"What do you see?" I whispered in her ear.
The candle flickered wildly from my harsh actions, illuminating her pensive expression, her beseeching eyes. She still had no idea how much I craved every inch of her or what I wanted out of her at this point. She'd yet to admit that deal or no deal, our connection had never been broken. Years of longing.
Years of waiting.
Years of life crushing down, hindering us from fully living our lives.
"Fear. Guilt. Despair," she finally said, looking embarrassed as if what she'd said I'd punish her for.
I softened my grip, dropping my head and sighing. "You're probably right. Maybe I'm a lost cause, incapable of providing what you need."
"I wasn't talking about you," she muttered.
Her last words were almost a killing blow. I swallowed back bile, my entire system rattled. All I'd done was hurt her. I let her go completely, disgusted with myself. "I'm going to leave you alone to get a good night's sleep. I was wrong to send you here. We'll return to the city in the morning." I took a step backward, hissing under my breath.
"Don't go, Lorenzo. You're not the reason for my feelings. Because of you, I've felt more alive than I have in years. You found the key to all the locks I'd placed around myself after you left. You set me free."
The word 'but' hung in the air. She knew it. I knew it.
I'd never been the kind of man to allow a woman's words to affect me in any manner, except for the ones she's said on the day I'd left Mexico.
"I know we'll never see each other again. I do hope you can find a way to be happy, Lorenzo. Sadly, I'm not the person who can fulfill you."
I'd never felt so utterly cold in my entire life. She'd been right to say the things she had, especially since I'd grown cold during the last day, shutting down. A protection mode. What a crock of shit.
I was suddenly ravenous, shutting out everything but the woman standing in front of me. I took two long strides, gripping her hips brutally. There was nothing left to say. There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck her.
To make love to her.
I closed my eyes as I shoved my cock inside, trying to hold back the vicious man from bridging the surface. She deserved more. I was shaking as I fucked her, driving my shaft inside with enough force, I pummeled her against the dresser.
She met every hard thrust with one of her own, slapping her hands against the mirror, tossing her head up and down. I'd never seen her this wild from her own desire, her eyes lit up and not by the light of the candle.
But from her own raging hunger.
Together we were as one, the sound of the dresser thudding against the wall the perfect music. She was so wet, so damn tight. I dropped my head, biting down on her neck, rolling onto the balls of my feet.
"Yes. More. More!" she moaned as she watched me, her eyes glazing over.
"I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours."
She laughed, dragging her tongue across her lips provocatively.
Damn, the woman had no idea what I wanted to do to her, taking her savagely. When she jutted back her hips, undulating them back and forth, I couldn't help but laugh.
I yanked her hips further back, pressing open her ass cheeks, dropping down and darting my tongue around her puckered hole.
"Oh. My. God!" Her exclamation was high pitched, her mouth twisting. She clawed at the mirror, half laughing as she whimpered, finally dropping her head when I slipped my tongue inside. "So bad. So... damn bad."
I growled my response and rose to my feet slowly, stroking the base of my cock before pressing the tip against her asshole. "God, I adore you."
"Mmm... Prove it."
I narrowed my eyes, studying the goosebumps popping along every inch of skin as I slowly eased half my shaft inside.
When she playfully jutted her hips, I couldn't help but roar, thrusting the entire remainder all the way inside.
"God! Oh, yes... Oh..." Her upper lip curled as she took a deep breath, a look of utter satisfaction crossing her face.
I pumped hard and fast, barely able to breathe yet I couldn't stop, my longing to fill her with my seed incredible. The feel of her intense heat, the way her muscles wrapped around my shaft was more intense than ever.
"God, oh, God. Oh..."
There was no light or sound, everything shut down as my balls filled with cum, shooting up the length of my cock. And in those few minutes where I was able to hold back, the only words playing over and over in my mind were the ones she needed to hear.
And ones I couldn't say.
I love you. I knew immediately that she wasn't in my bed. I'd never brought another woman into my realm, let alone allowing her to sleep next to me, at least when I was Lorenzo Francesco, mafia kingpin. My decision hadn't been because I didn't appreciate or crave female company. I simply didn't want anyone to possibly get caught in any attempt on my life.