“This big cock filling up your pussy?” I emphasize the words with a deep thrust that makes her cry out. “Hitting your clit and your G-spot with every stroke?”
“Yes!”
I pause, my hand cupping her cheek, making her meet my eyes. This is the hard part, the part that makes my throat tight.
“Looking at you like this?”
Her eyes are so dark, so fucking beautiful I can barely breathe.
“Yes,” she whispers.
The truth spills out before I can stop it. “You’re fucking beautiful, Sophia.” I stroke her cheek with my thumb, my hipsstill moving in that relentless rhythm. “La mia regina. My queen. You make yourpadronehappy just by the way you look at him.”
Her breath hitches. “I make you happy?”
And I realize with a jolt that rocks me to my core that it’s true.
She makes me happy. This,us, makes me happy.
The realization should scare the shit out of me. Instead, it makes me fuck her harder, pressing her legs wider, opening her up completely.
“Yes,” I grit out, driving into her. “You make me so fucking happy,regina.”
I’m getting close. Too close. The thought flashes through my mind—no condom, the sabotaged birth control, what I might be doing right now—but I can’t stop. No fucking way. Not when she’s right there on the edge, her pussy starting to grip my cock in desperate little pulses.
“Baby,” I manage, my voice strained. “You’re doing so fucking good for me.”
But she doesn’t hear me. She’s too close, her head thrown back, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Fuck it.
I lean down, my mouth at her ear, and murmur the words I know will push her over. “Come for me, my queen. Make yourpadronehappy. Show me how hard you can come all over my cock.”
I grip her ass with one hand, changing the angle just slightly, andthere—
She explodes.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I see stars, her whole body convulsing as she screams my name. The orgasm rips through her like a fucking earthquake, her face transforming into something so beautiful it steals my breath.
And I’m gone. The sight of her coming undone on my cock, the feel of her pussy milking me, the sound of my name on her lips. I come so hard I can’t see straight, roaring her name as I flood her pussy with my cum.
I don’t know if it’s my cock, me yelling her name, or my cum but a second orgasm rolls through her like thunder, low and endless, her hips bucking against mine as wave after wave crashes over her.
When her body finally quiets, we’re staring at each other, both breathless, both shaking.
I’ve never fucked a woman like this before: without degradation, roughness, or control but with emotion.
I’ve never looked into a woman’s eyes while I came inside her and felt my entire world shift on its axis.
The thought of what I may have started growing inside her right now flashes through my mind. I’m not even worried. Not about a possible pregnancy. Not about the fact that there’s no way to deny it anymore: Sophie Bellamorte is mine.
Fuck the war. Fuck her father. Fuck every plan I made to use her and throw her away. This woman is all fucking mine, and I’m not letting go.
37
Sophie
The lunch rush is over when Siena walks through the Arsenal’s front door, and I know immediately something’s wrong. She has that look, the one where her eyes are soft but her mouth is hard.
