He gave her a slight smile. “Baby, you were made for me. No one else can ever hold a candle to you. What I have with you is everything to me.”
“Bruno, I….” She melted in his arms, her high level of emotions nearly bursting at the seams.
Lifting her off her feet, Bruno slammed her back against the wall, lips fusing with hers, shutting her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist.
When he kissed her slender neck it pulsed with the beat of her heart.
Annie’s head rolled from the sudden pleasure. He tore her bra from her body, ripping the metal fasteners to shreds.
She felt for his cock at the crotch of his pants but he slapped her hand away. “Nope,” he growled. “This one’s all for you.” Despite the sexual frustration, she caused him, his cock wasn’t hard enough to do everything he wanted to.
Instead, he dropped her onto the bed. The sheets still smelled of sex from the night before, but Bruno liked it that way.
When he ran his hands up her inner thighs she shuddered and smiled with delight.
He touched his fingers against her pussy, making her wet against her will. And the more he did the wetter she became. Stroking her clit until she was whining, crying out, pleading while looking up into his eyes.
Unable to control her body’s reaction, she melted underneath him, hands pressing his rock-hard pecs, nails digging deep. “Oh, Bruno. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
A ferocious demonic growl erupted from his lips. “I’m not done yet. I’ve got big plans for you.”
She kissed his neck and chest as he worked on her, and the heat from her tongue radiated into his flesh as her body bucked under his hands and she came.
“Wow,” she said breathlessly.
Bruno chuckled deep and sensuously.
They both laughed and he plopped them down onto the bed.
Her cheeks were flushed, her complexion glowing. She let out a long rich sigh, depleting into the sheets.
“I’ll just be a moment,” Bruno whispered getting up from the bed, he passed the chair at the bedside table to go and wash up. As he did, he knocked his jacket and Antonio’s big gold ring dropped to the ground, the heavy metal falling to the floor with a clunk.
Turning over, Annie leaned over the edge of the bed to see what it was. “Whoaaaa! What’s that??” In a great rush of excitement, she leaned over the bed and brought up the shiny, gold ring from the ground.
Clutching his hand around hers, Bruno took Antonio’s ring and paused for a long moment before he put it in his pocket.
Annie’s eyes searched his face while looking concerned for him. “What are you thinking?”
Bruno met her gaze and held it. “Only that I got so lucky. Really lucky with you, my Sweet Annie.”
Annie blushed. Reaching out she stroked his cheek. “Me too,” she said, smiling proudly.
Chapter Twenty
The bitter end….
One month later...
The Friday before Christmas was icy and bleak. In the last dark month since Antonio’s murder, Coronado had been bitterly cold with low hung clouds that promised snow but never quite delivered. Even though Christmas decorations hung from every mantel and window in Bruno’s home, it was difficult to feel festive. For the past thirty days, the memory of what he’d done had made his heart heavy with sorrow and loss. His mind kept spinning on the grim similarity of Antonio’s death to how his father had died—at the hands of his best friend.
He had awakened to Annie’s touch, hands shaking, drenched in sweat. It took several minutes, with his woman dabbing his forehead with a cool flannel, to re-acquaint himself with reality.
“Shhhh.” She gazed into his eyes and held him like an anchor, sinking his body down slowly onto the sheets.
Sweat ran down his face and he grimaced in distress. Clutching his dancing heart, the overwhelming notion that he may never get over this flooded his thoughts. Weak from reliving the nightmare of what he’d done, he eased himself back down.
