Every inch of him is perfect—hard, defined muscles, powerful thighs, and his cock standing proudly between them. My fingers move faster between my legs as I drink him in.
His tattoos tell stories I want to trace with my tongue.
He puts on a condom and then he moves toward me, eyes never leaving mine, watching my fingers work against my own flesh. The hunger in his gaze is unmistakable, dangerous and consuming.
"Move your hand," he commands, his voice deep and husky. "That's mine now."
He positions himself between my thighs, spreading my legs wider. His hands grip my hips, thumbs pressing into the hollows beneath my hipbones. The head of his cock teases my entrance, circling, gathering my wetness.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
I meet his gaze, his dark eyes burning with something primal. Slowly, so slowly I want to scream, he pushes inside me. The stretch burns in the most delicious way, my body yielding to his invasion inch by torturous inch.
"Fuck," I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
When he's fully seated, he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. Then he pulls back until just the tip remains before slamming forward in one powerful thrust.
A cry tears from my throat as pleasure rockets through me. He sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping against mine, each thrust harder than the last.
"That's it," he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Let me hear you."
I bite my lip, trying to contain the sounds he's forcing from me. He notices immediately, his hand shooting up to grip my jaw.
"Don't hold back," he commands, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "I want everyone to hear you. I want the entire fucking America to know who's making you scream."
His words push me closer to the edge, and when his thumb finds my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, I can't hold back anymore. My cries echo in the room, getting louder with each powerful stroke.
A last scream tears from my throat as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.
"That's it," he pants above me, his rhythm never faltering. "Let them hear who owns this perfect pussy."
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The sharp crack of gunfire jolts me awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Damiano's side of the bed is empty and cold. Panic sets in as I realize I'm alone in this unfamiliar house.
I slide off the bed, crouching low as another shot rings out. My mind races with possibilities – are we under attack? Has Damiano's past caught up with us?
Huddled beneath the bed, I force myself to breathe, to think. As I listen, I notice a pattern to the shots. They're too regular, too controlled for a firefight. Curiosity overcomes fear, and I cautiously makemy way outside.
I grab Damiano's discarded shirt from the floor and pull it on, fastening just enough buttons to keep it closed. The wood floor creaks beneath my bare feet as I creep down the hallway. Another shot rings out—definitely coming from behind the house.
My training kicks in. I stay low, keeping my back to the wall as I make my way through the kitchen toward the back door. Through the window, I catch a glimpse of movement in the backyard.
Damiano stands with his back to me, feet planted shoulder-width apart, arms extended, holding what looks like a handgun. He fires again, the sound making me flinch despite anticipating it.
I ease the back door open and step onto the porch. The morning air is cool against my skin, dew dampening my feet. Damiano doesn't turn, completely focused on his target—an old tree trunk at the back of the property with what appears to be a makeshift target nailed to it.
He fires three more shots in rapid succession. Even from here, I can see all three hit dead center.
"Couldn't sleep?" I call out, keeping my distance.
Damiano turns, gun pointed down now, his face unreadable in the early morning light. He's wearing only sweatpants, his chest bare. The tattoos I traced with my fingers last night stand out against his skin.
"Sorry if I woke you." His voice is rough, like he hasn't spoken yet today. "Old habit."
"Target practice at dawn?"
He shrugs. "Helps me think."
