He chuckles, places a chaste kiss against my collarbone, and rolls off me. I shake my head at him and climb off the bed. I look around for some clothes to put on, but when I glance over at him, he’s lying fully naked on his back, one arm behind his head, the other draped acrosshis stomach, confident in himself, knowing how hot he really is.
His tattoos glisten on his damp skin, the sheen of sweat giving him an ethereal glow. His sexy half smirk and the telling glisten in his eyes show he clearly knows he has an effect on me. His dick is hard and accusing as it points at me. I stare for a second because he’s fucking beautiful, laid out in all his glory. I will myself to not lick my lips as I glance up to meet his gaze, and he smirks at me.
“Fucker,” I mumble as I strut into the bathroom, turning the shower on. I take a minute to breathe, to sit with what happened last night.They’re coming for me. I blow out a breath and stare at myself.Let them come. I step under the water and just be for a second before picking up the sponge and soap and start to scrub.
The glass door opens, and I turn to see him. He steps under the water, pressing himself against me. He grips my wrists and wrenches them above my head, the soap and sponge falling from my hands as I gasp.
He grins down at me as his hand grips my waist. He presses his body against mine, forcing my back against the tiles, and I arch away from them. The cold makes me flinch, and he chuckles as it forces me to thrust against him.
“I don’t think I’ll get enough of you now,” he rasps, the sound buzzing through my inner walls as I clench around nothing, heat pooling in my core.
I smile back at him because, fuck, he’s handsome, and he knows it.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he shamelessly grinds his body against mine. My nipples pebble, and mybreathing comes out more ragged, and he leans down, lifting his hand to cup my cheek.
“We’ll get through this. We are stronger together.” I nod because what else can I do? He pinches my chin, tilting it up to look at his. “Stay with me.”
I frown at him, but then realise he doesn’t mean now, this second. He means now and forever. And I nod. He crashes his lips to mine, dropping my arms. They slide around his neck, my fingers wrapping into the back of his hair. His hands clench around my ass, lifting me against him.
I wrap my legs around him, and he adjusts his hips, lining up with me. He slowly leans forward, pushing inside me. Staring into my soul with every inch that becomes a part of me. I gasp as I cling tighter to him.
He leans in and kisses my neck, and I soften against him. That spot he found is one of my weaknesses, and clearly, he pays attention. He sucks on it just below my ear and nips, making me groan. I writhe in his arms, and I want to be his. I want to belong so fucking badly. He thrusts into me. Leaning my back against the cool tile, biting down against my neck as my legs wrap tighter, he lifts me up a little.
I gasp as he catches my clit, groaning as he lifts me again. I moan, stuttering out a breath as my head rocks back, resting against the tile. The way he listens to my body, the way he reads it, pays attention to my slightest murmur, makes me putty in his hands as I gasp against him, and he thrusts inside me.
“Vittorio,” I gasp. “Rio.”
He grunts. “Fuck, Ari.” He slams into me, bottoming out. I writhe and moan in his tight grip.
“Rio, fuck.” I’m breathless, and I can’t focus. I grip tighter, my hand wraps around the back of his head, the strands of his hair wrap around my fingers, and I pull back.
I dive my face into his neck and bite down. His legs tremble as I suck harder, nipping, licking and sucking at him. He groans and bucks and lifts me again, and I scream out. The intense feeling of coming has me tightening around him. My pussy grips him, and he shudders. My thighs grip and pull him tighter against me, and my body melts into his as I scream my release. He doesn’t slow, though. He bucks and thrusts again until he roars as I feel hot beads of cum fire inside me.
He grunts and leans against me, biting down on my shoulder as he gasps for air while slowly letting my legs unravel from around him, lowering me gently to the floor of the shower. He rests his head against mine, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged, matching my own. I slide my hands up his chest. I cup his cheeks, and his eyes open to stare into mine. I take a deep breath.
“Stay with me?”
He smiles and nods, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my body against his. He slams his lips into mine, and I know in this second that he is mine and I am his and together we will be stronger. Together, we will divide them, and they will fall.
I kiss him back with the intensity of a million promises. Starting right now, we are one. Forever, he will always be my person and I his. I lose myself in the feeling of his body crushed against mine as he holds me so tight, kissing me until we’re breathless and panting.
I caress every inch of his skin as he does mine. His tattoos a road map to where he’s been, but not to wherewe’re going. I hold on for a little longer, a little harder, and hope that we can start to live soon. Firstly, there’s a little matter of the Syndicate and how I plan to destroy them.
“Where did you go?” he mumbles against my lips, and I pull back.
“As nice as this is,” I lean in and kiss him again, “I need to destroy them all. Before they come for me.”
He nods, leaning in and kissing me harder. He nips at my lip before pulling back.
“Can we have breakfast first?”
I bark out a laugh, and he pulls me close. His tongue forces its way against mine, and I smile against him as I kiss him back because we have a little time spare.
Bellino
Chapter Twenty-Four
I sit in Father’s office, tuning out the tirade he’s having about my brother and his slut; I pay no mind. He created this situation, and I have no fucking sympathy for him. I swirl the bourbon around my glass, staring into it. He continues to rant, throwing things around like an insolent child. I take a sip from the glass, and he screams about being made to look stupid, but if anything, it’s my brother who stole my fiancée. It’s my brother who is fucking my fiancée. Technically, now his fucking wife. And it’s my brother who has stolen my hold on the Bianchi family.
