Let her fucking use me.
Let her fuckingdestroy me.
I pump a finger into her at a steady pace, fucking her while she seeks her pleasure on my tongue and when she shatters for me, feeding me, I work her through it, listening to her cries like they’re damn music to my ears.
Gently, I lower her leg, lifting my eyes to meet her hooded ones as I reach for my belt and tug my pants down, freeing my aching and leaking cock. She looks at it hungrily and moves to straddle me without a word, reaching between her legs to keepher panties to the side. I guide my cock to her entrance, holding the base as she sinks onto it. My head hits the back of the couch on a groan, the feel of her stretching around me, squeezing me, is almost more than I can fucking take.
It’s never enough with this woman. Not enough seconds or minutes or hours, not enough kisses or touches, not enough words.
I want it all.
She rolls her hips, my cock slipping from her just a bit before she rolls back, allowing me to thrust into her. The pace is torturously slow, and I am a desperate man.
“Please,” I groan — more like fucking whimper, “Elena.”
She tilts forward, lifting her hips to allow room, and whispers, “Then take, cowboy. I’m already yours.”
“Fuckkkkkkk,” I groan, hands grasping her as I thrust my hips up. She latches her mouth onto my neck, refreshing the fading bruise on the side of my throat while I use her body to find my pleasure. And she takes it so fucking well, her hot, wet cunt sucking me in, her arousal soaking me. She lets go of my skin and moans against my neck, nails biting as my thrusts turn slower, but I go harder. Our skin slaps together, sweat runs down the nape of my neck, and a tingle rushes down my spine.
I’m so damn close.
“Just like that,” She moans, “Don’t stop.”
Her body shivers as her pussy clamps around the length of my cock, pulsing with her climax, and I can’t stop it; it has my own barreling forward. I spill into her with a loud groan, rutting into her as I empty myself, fill her up and mark her as mine from the inside.
Falling still beneath her, she settles down onto my lap, cock still buried between her legs as we both breathe for a minute, skin slick, hearts racing.
Eventually, she climbs off me, reaching for her pants to pull them back up her legs, and I tuck myself away, wincing when I notice the dead body in the room.
Elena doesn’t seem to care though, not as she saunters back over to that desk and plucks the envelope from the top, along with her pen and then smooths out her hair and pats her lips as if that can remove the red stain my mouth caused.
A knock on the door steals my attention for a moment, but it’s Elena who opens it, allowing a crew in hazmat suits in.
Clean up.
“Take me home, cowboy.” She looks at me, waiting, and a chuckle rasps from my throat.
This damn woman.
CHAPTER 49
Four months later
Ididn’t sell the De Luca estate.
As much as I didn’t want it anymore, I didn’t want men turning up here all hours of the day either, so it’s become a base of sorts. Money still needs to be made, and men still need to be put in their place. Even if the world doesn’t see it, a De Luca has always controlled the city, and it will always be that way, even if it doesn’t look the same anymore.
The men still loyal to Anton have been dealt with, and what remains is nowmine.
It feels fucking good to win.
“Look at you,” I coo to the bull and lean forward to press my lips to his cheek, leaving a faded lipstick mark and then admire my work. The bluebow is cute. “Such a pretty boy.”
“Get that fucking bow off my bull, Elena!” Knox yells from beyond the fence, his thighs stretched over the back of Honey with Apollo led by reins at his side.
“He’s not yours,” I holler back.
“Like fuck he isn’t! I raised him!”
