I hoist her against me, and she wraps her arms around my neck just how I like. “Your face was so funny.”
“Shut up.” I slam my lips against hers and back her against the pool wall. My tongue delves into her mouth, and I swallow back her moan. When she removes her hands from my neck, I sag, but when she reaches for the buttons of my drenched shirt, I help her, tearing it frantically from me in seconds. Then her lips find my neck, and her hands explore my chest.
Fuck, I love her touch.
My hands find my belt buckle, and I tug it, pop open my button, and push down my zipper. “I was so hard watching you swim,” I admit, and bite into her bottom lip. “You’ve no idea the power you have over me.”
“Please, I need you.”
“Yes, you fucking do.” I line my cock up with her pussy hole and swiftly push her down, reveling in the way her head falls back. “You need me to fill your little cunt with my cum, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes I do.” I bounce her up and down my shaft, spearing her with my thickness. All the while, the thoughts of her growing round with my child plague me.
“Good.” I nip at her lip again, and she arches her back, allowing me to kiss down her throat and over her chest until I pull a nipple into my mouth and suck.
“Oh God.” Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I fucking love it. “So good, Azrael.” My name on her innocent lips sounds criminal, which is perfect, given I’m the devil himself.
My hand holding her ass moves toward her forbidden hole, and she clenches around my cock; I smile against her nipple while flicking my tongue over her peaked tip.
“Let me play with your hole, Hevan. Be a good little toy.”
She moans, and it vibrates to my toes and back up again, and as I press inside her ass with my finger, she convulses around me; I keep fucking her ass with my finger, in and out, in and out. “Fuck, Hevan, fuck,” I grunt, and my movements become erratic, as I’m unable to hold back any longer and give in to the euphoria waiting for me.
My cum shoots from my tip, and I shove it as far inside her as I humanly can.
“You’re my undoing,” I rasp, and my lips meet hers again. I close my eyes when she pulls me in closer, not only bathing in her beauty but committing this moment to memory too.
When I pull back, I ask her the one thing I know I shouldn’t. Whatever way she answers could very well destroy me. “Would you still have your freedom, Little Toy?”
There’s something about the way she looks at me, as ifpulling every thought out of my body and flaying it open for all to see.
“Only with you in it,” she whispers against my lips, and I close my eyes, wishing more than ever that it could be our reality.
Chapter Forty
Hevan
My heart is full of love.
The aqua sea sparkles below the rugged backdrop of the restaurant, and Azrael fits into the Italian setting perfectly. His bronzed skin and the scent of his aftershave are an aphrodisiac, and the way he looks at me like I’m his everything has hope flaring in my chest.
I know his world is a cruel one; I’ve witnessed its brutality firsthand, but I refuse to believe there’s no other option than this life for him. He has money; surely, we can run. I just need him to see what being with me would be like. Prove to him there’s another world than the one he’s chained to.
“You look beautiful, even with clothes on.” His lip twitches, with his hand locked in mine across the dinner table, and I laugh at his remark.
When he surprised me three days ago by waking me with packed bags and a private jet waiting on a runway of what appeared to be a warehouse, I was convinced he wassending me off somewhere. I never expected to be whisked away to Italy. Nor did I expect to have a private yacht take us to Montecristo today for an exclusive tour.
Now, as we sit at the outdoor restaurant, my world feels like it’s done a complete one-eighty. I’ve gone from being sold by my date to a trafficking ring, to loathing my captor, and now I’ve fallen in love with him and am expecting his baby.
Of course his outburst at discovering the pregnancy was not the reaction I’d have hoped for in normal circumstances, but it wasn’t normal circumstances. Azrael is overwhelmed by the pressure of his duties, and while we haven’t discussed the baby, I’m hoping giving him the time he needs to come to terms with the pregnancy will provide him with my reassurance and support.
The soft-pink peony planters scattered around the restaurant are a pretty contrast to the whitewashed buildings, and the cobbled street gives the authentic effect I only ever dreamed about.
Everything seems so perfect.
“Sir. Could I offer you a Marques de Teran Reserva twenty-sixteen?” the server asks, presenting a bottle of wine toward Azrael.
“Yes. We’ll both take one.” Azrael nods in my direction.
