“Look at me.”
I did. Possession showed in those deep dark depths. His gaze pierced me, battering the mausoleum I built around my soul.
“Cazzo, fiore, tu sei bellissima.”
The praise made me burn hotter.
I made my cheeks hollow, and I sucked hard, moving my head up and down.
Need stirred between my legs. I needed this thick cock sliding against my wet pussy. Dipping lower.Teasing.Pushing inside. I moaned and took him deeper. We hadn’t had sexinbed. On it, but not in. Not two bodies reconnecting, spending hours learning each other.
Tonight, we fixed that.
Vincenzo was mine. He always had been. And I was his.
The fight almost left me. A kernel, buried under the rubble of the past, urged me that I could trust him. The right thing to do was give in to his plan. He vowed to be my husband. Why not let him?
It was a good thing I had his cock in my mouth. It prevented me from speaking. I knew I would start thinking again when there was a proper supply of blood to my brain.
I cupped his balls, giving them a squeeze, and gripped the base of his shaft. A rough, strangled groan left his chest. That sound made me whimper. Heat pulsed between my legs. Every nerve in my body responded with a flame of desire.
Faster. Harder.Deeper.
I swirled my tongue against the soft, sensitive tip, before swallowing him again.
“Mandy, I—” His words were cut off with a strained rumble.
His cock twitched, and hot ropes of cum shot down my throat. I swallowed everything he gave.
The tight hold on my hair loosened, and I sat back, licking my lips. It was meant to be sensual. Erotic. But I wasn’t prepared for the look when I met his gaze.
Adoration blazed in those inky black eyes.
That look decided me. Against all reason, I was ready to throw in my lot with him.
Clearing my throat, I was ready to invite him to the bedroom. To give in to this thing between us.
A knock on the door sent Vincenzo shooting to his feet. There was a gun in his hand. I hadn’t even seen him take it out. Didn’t know where he’d hidden it on his body.
The reality of this world smacked me, and I fell back on my ass as he strode across the loft.
Chapter 47 – Vincenzo
Black fury coursed through my veins. Whichever soldier dared to interrupt just signed his death certificate. As I reached for the lock, I had the presence of mind not to shoot on sight.
No…. That would only upset Amanda.
I would take care of the interruption downstairs and leave the body to clean up later.
“Open up,” a voice rattled. “I haven’t got all night, ya bleeding gobshite.”
What the fuck is he doing here?I flung the door open partway and pointed the gun at Liam.
The Irish mobster flicked an unamused look at the weapon. His mask twitched against his face. “Well, hello there yourself.”
“What do you want?” I snapped. The door stayed partially shut so he wouldn’t see Amanda on her knees. That was for my eyes only.
I couldn’t resist a peek and looked over my shoulder. She was sitting, staring hard at me. Those blue eyes were blown wide; all traces of lust gone.
