Lowering the zipper on her dress, I help her out of it, tossing it aside, leaving her semi-naked. My eyes remain on Sierra’s as I unclasp her strapless bra, letting it fall away. I peruse her body with a dry mouth and twitching hands.
She is utter perfection.
A work of beauty as if she was carved by the gods.
The craving to touch every inch of her is almost overwhelming. Her chest heaves as I drink my fill, and she drags her lower lip between her teeth in a nervous tell. Her tits are perfectly formed—not big but not too small either. Nice handfuls. Her nipples are neat rose-pink buds that demand to be sucked and plucked. My cock lies heavy between my thighs, precum lining the crown, and I can’t hold back a second longer.
Shoving her flat on her back, I spread her legs and thrust inside her in one powerful move. She screams, and I lose whatever vestiges of civility I was clinging to. I fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her. Pounding into her over and over, moaning and cursing as her tight walls grip my cock and I see stars behind my eyes.
Sweat adheres my shirt to my chest, and I rip it off, buttons flying everywhere. Flipping her over, onto all fours, I ram my cock back inside her, and she lets another scream loose. While one hand holds her steady at the hip to control my thrusts, I use my free hand to play with her tits. Alternating my attention, I flick her taut nipples, tugging and plucking as I plunge my erection inside her, slamming in and out, her body jolting with the movement.
Sweat glides down my spine as I fuck her harder, pushing her head down into the comforter and yanking her hips up more so I can thrust deeper. My fingers leave her tits, moving to her clit, and I rub her frantically as my balls tighten and lift and a familiar tingle whizzes up my spine. I roar as I spill inside her, driving in and out until my climax is exhausted and I’ve emptied my seed.
But I’m not sated. Not by a long shot. I need more.
“Fix yourself up,” I bark. “We’re leaving.”
I hastily dress, leaving my ruined shirt on the floor, watching with hungry eyes as she gets dressed. Next time I fuck her, I want her heels on and her slim legs wrapped around my shoulders. I tap out a message to Leo as I slip my feet into my shoes. Then I swipe her stilettos, grab her hand, and pull her out of the room. My soldier follows us as we descend the stairs.
Leo and the rest of my men are waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.
“Leaving so soon, Mazzone?” Salerno sneers from his position on the couch. The wide screen is lowered, the picture fixed on the bedroom we just vacated. The fucker let everyone watch. A few of the guys are fucking the whores while the rest are stroking their dicks, smirking at me to make their point known. I want to slice every one of their dicks off and shove them up their asses.
Pulling Sierra around so she’s facing my front, I press her head to my chest, hoping she didn’t spot the screen already. Rage pummels my insides, and it’s not all directed at Salerno.
I lost control.
Enjoyed fucking her too much.
But there’s no sense in beating myself up over it. What’s done is done, and I can’t rewind time or find it within myself to regret it because my dick is still straining against my zipper and screaming at me to bury myself in her wet warmth again. I just want to get her out of here now.
“You got what you wanted, and our business is concluded,” I say, handing Sierra to Leo with a warning look. He nods, automatically understanding as he ushers her out into the corridor. One of mysoldati, a smart guy who initiated a year ago, steps forward in his undershirt, holding his black button-up out to me. I slide my arms in the sleeves before walking to Salerno. I extend my hand. “I trust our personal deal is still intact and it remains between us.” If my father discovers what I did, he will bust my balls, so I need to ensure this is contained.
“I’m a man of my word,” Salerno says though it doesn’t need to be spoken. We shake hands, and I nod. “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” he adds, and I wish I could knock that smug grin off his face. He will most likely use the favor to force me into marrying his daughter, but he won’t call it in for a while. A smart man would hold on to it for the right time. Anais is only eleven, and tradition rarely sees women married before eighteen, so I have a few years to come to terms with the consequences of saving Sierra.
“We’ll be in touch.” I offer a curt nod to Russo and Gambini before striding toward the exit, buttoning my shirt as I push through the doors into the corridor.
Leo is waiting with my men, his hand resting lightly on Sierra’s shoulder. I scowl at him until he removes it with a grin. My hand wraps around hers, and I tug her forward. “Let’s go.” I need to put distance between me and that room before I change my mind and slaughter them all.
8
SIERRA
Iblink my eyes open, wetting my dry lips as I take in my surroundings. This definitely isn’t our suite at the Bellagio. I move in the bed, and my body aches deliciously, helping my memory to kick into gear. Turning around, I stretch my arm out, but the other side of the bed is stone cold. I sit up, clutching the black silk sheets to my naked chest, wondering where Ben is. Pushing the messy strands of my hair from my face, I scan the bedroom. Seeing it’s empty, I climb out of the king-sized bed, my body protesting the motion.
I ache everywhere. There’s a persistent throbbing between my legs, and my ass is a little sore. I yawn, knowing I haven’t had much sleep, even if I have no idea what time it is. After entering the en suite bathroom, I pee before scrubbing my face clean of any lingering makeup and switching the shower on. Although I don’t want to wash Ben’s scent from my flesh, I’m sweaty and gross, and my skin feels icky.
My lips curl into a crazy smile as I stand under the hot water, tilting my chin up, letting water stream down my face. Memories of last night resurface in my mind as I shower. I should probably be focusing more on the predicament I found myself in—and offer thanks that I escaped unscathed—but all I can focus on is the mind-blowing sex Ben and I had repeatedly all night long.
It exceeded my wildest dreams and then some.
I presumed he was taking me to my hotel after we left Flame, but he took me to his hotel suite and ravished my body until we both collapsed from exhaustion. My nipples harden and my core pulses with renewed need as I recall the various ways he took me. His passion was a relentless train that sped along the tracks, going two hundred miles an hour, pulling me along for the ride.
There is no way you could call it making love.
He fucked me like we were wild animals with no boundaries. Like humans with the bare minimum of decency, and I freaking loved it. He pounded his cock into me with a savagery I never knew existed, and I became someone new, someone with no inhibitions and a rampant thirst for exploration.
I blush as I recall giving him my anal virginity, but I don’t regret it.
