“My grandfather took care of their families,” he said, as if he could read my mind.
He said it so simply, like his grandfather had put a sticky bandage on a gaping wound, and that was enough.
“It is still cruel,” I said. What was worse than murder? Not much, and they were immune to it. In fact, it was a way of life for them, and business was business, no matter how it was dealt with. If it became personal? I refused to think about it. Death was the end game, but getting there was hell on earth.
“So are you,” he said. “Standing that far away when you look like that.” He grinned. “You’re blinking at me, angel eyes.”
I stopped after he pointed it out. I stepped closer to him, and when I was close enough, he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me between his legs. My breath caught, and it shuddered out when his hands started to caress my legs. He unzipped one boot and then the other. I stepped out of both.
His hands roamed up my back, and at the top, slowly unzipped the dress. I removed my arms from the sleeves and let it fall, moving it to the side.
His eyes took in my body greedily, the black lace I had worn, and his hands fisted under the chignon, pulling my head back. His tongue licked from between my breasts, up my throat, until he came to my mouth. Then, removing the pins I had in place, he released my hair. It fanned down my back, and he groaned deep in his throat as it did.
“No one can you hear you scream in here,” he said.
I moaned at the look in his eyes. His mouth came over mine, hard and rough, as his hand fisted harder into my hair. Our tongues moved in the same rhythm, but then became a melody of hard and then soft. He kissed me this way until I felt the desire go from pooling to a mad rush between my legs.
I unbuttoned his shirt, moving my hands against his skin, as his mouth moved lower and he started to suck his way down my neck. He was marking me. I wanted him to. I wanted him to mark me forever. He bit the lace bra, bringing it down, and I cried out when his mouth closed over my nipple. He sucked even harder and then bit me.
“So loud,” he murmured against my sensitive skin. “You’re not made of glass, but let’s see if we can fucking make you break it.” His hand lingered over myculoand then came between my legs, moving the underwear to the side.
He sucked my nipple even harder, and when he put his finger inside of me, pumping in and out, I screamed even louder. It was the first time I had ever had the freedom to.
“You want more, Alcina?”
“Sì.” I moaned so long and so loud that he growled in his throat at the sound. “Harder.”
“Fuck,” he said, slamming into me. “You’re so wet.”
I came around his hand, not able to control the feeling, my entire body convulsing from the pleasure. At my scream, he pulled me into him, kissing me as hard as his finger had been rocking me. We tangoed on the bed, rolling around, and after he was as naked as I was, I took him in my mouth.
He hissed out a breath, fisting my hair in his hands, pushing me to take him even deeper.
“You taste so good,” I said, as I slid my tongue up and down, looking at him from underneath my lashes.
“On top,” he said, and it was an order.
I situated myself around him, close to coming again just by the look in his eyes. I was still so tender, so sensitive, and when I placed myself over him and came down, my nails dug into his sides. I could barely catch my breath.
“Move, Alcina,” he said.
He felt so good that I did not even realize I had stopped. He was so big that he filled me completely, and it took my body a moment to stretch, to accommodate him.
He directed my hips, and after I came up, about to come down, his hips came forward and slammed into me.
“Ah!” I screamed out. “Fuck!”
“That’s it, angel eyes,” he said. “Get fucking loud. Show me how much you want me.”
Our bodies started to move in sync. The noises we made were loud, ugly, and raw. He growled and I shouted. I clawed his skin, and he bruised my hips andculowith his almost violent touch.His hands came up, twisting my nipples, and I started to move faster, harder.
He took my face and turned it to the left some. My eyes connected with Adriano’s. He was looking through the mirror on the other side, fixing his hair with the one good arm he had. The other was in a sling.
Panic that he could hear us started to cool my fire, but Corrado shook his head. He impaled me so hard again that I could not stop the scream that exploded from my mouth.
Adriano kept looking in the mirror, still trying to fix his hair.
“No one sees you like this but me,” he said. “I’m the only man with the right to touch this body—e`mio. The right to be the only one to hear you—e`mio.” His hands slid up my arms and he sat up some, reaching my mouth, our tongues touching before he rammed his into my mouth. Then he licked my cheek up to the corner of my eye where a tear had started to fall.
