“Fuck, you’re so goddamned sexy,” I rasp, reaching back to unsnap her bra, groaning when the move exposes her pale breasts and puckered nipples. So fucking sexy. Every inch of her. “Perfetta. Mine!” I growl as I brush my knuckles over her pebbled nipple and look up to watch her eyes flutter. “You belong to me. Every inch of this perfect body belongs to me, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away.”
“Should I be worried about your bedside manner with other patients?” she teases, crying out when I push myself between her legs, rubbing my hardness against her core. “Antonio—”
“How about I show you something that needs treatment?” I growl, yanking off my belt and tossing it aside. I tug open the buttons of my pants and unzip them before grabbing my aching cock, groaning as I press it against her heat. “What is your diagnosis,dottoressa?”
“You have to first tell me how it feels.” Her breathing comes in short pants as her hands circle my shoulders, leaningin to kiss my jaw as she pushes up against me, her tight nipples rubbing against my chest. “I can’t diagnose you if you don’t tell me.”
I position my cock at her entrance, rubbing it against her wet pussy. “How about I show you instead, doctor?”
“Oh God!” she cries out when I thrust into her, her head falling back and her breasts pressing against me. Her pussy is heaven wrapped tight around my cock, pulsing like a hand stroking me, and I could come. Fuck, I could spill this very second, but I hold back, clenching my teeth as I start thrusting in and out of her. “Antonio—”
"Tell me,dottoressa, how does it feel?”
“Big,” she whimpers, fingers sinking into my shoulders as I hammer into her. “Good. So good and so full. Oh God, Antonio…oh!”
Her tits bounce as I slam into her, seeking to claim her as mine. “Can you feel what you do to me, doctor?" I breathe, wrapping an arm around her knee and lifting it before slamming harder into her. She cries out, body trembling against mine with every fevered thrust. “I’m the only patient you’ll ever get to treat this way!”
“Only you,” she sobs as her legs begin to shake and her breathing turns to broken gasps. I drop my free hand between us and strum her swollen clit in rough circles, making her scream as her pussy cinches hard around my cock, quivering as I drive my cock into her tightness, taking her fast and hard. She sobs as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her. “Antonio…I can’t.”
“Again,” I roar, bearing into her, massaging her clit faster as I increase my pace. She starts shaking again, eyes rolling back as I stroke into her, the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling the room. A second orgasm storms through her, making her buckagainst me as violent tremors rack her body. Her pussy clenches hard around me as she climaxes, and only then do I let myself fall. Grunting into her neck as my stomach draws taut and muscles tense, I shudder as my release sends ropes of cum deep inside her.
Mine.
The word echoes as I still inside her. I don’t fight the thought as much as I did before. Instead, I welcome it. Vowing to protect Emilia with my life. I will protect her from fate itself if I have to.
Mine.
***
She sleeps on her stomach, a position of utter exhaustion, and I imagine the last couple of days must've taken a toll on her, all thanks to me. The pizza we shared earlier on her living room floor and then later the shower sex we had must've been enough to knock her out. It was lights out the second her head hit the pillow.
I watch her from the balcony, falling deeper in love with a woman I didn’t know I needed until I almost lost her. Fuck, I could have lost her tonight if more dangerous men than Marco Bortelli came after me. I’ll have to be careful in the future to protect her.
My love.
My heart.
Fated from the moment I met her. I just didn’t know it.
I watch her a little longer as the night breeze flutters into the room before deciding to make the call I’ve been pushing off all night. Matteo answers on the second ring.
“How’d everything go?” I ask when it connects.
“Shit work those fuckers did on Tony’s restaurant. Motherfucker is angry that we fucked up his restaurant, but when he heard how much Bortelli was willing to spit out for his son’s fuck up, he shut up real fast.”
“He offered to pay?”
“Said he’d cover all the damage and an additional hundred grand for our trouble,” he says. “The man’s grateful that you didn’t kill his son.”
“I shot both of his legs,” I remind Matteo.
“Like I said, he’s real grateful you didn’t kill him when we all know you were within your rights to do so. Bortelli offered to pay for the mess his son made since his idiot son will be returned to him with a beating heart and a functioning brain. Heck, he was surprised to learn we even patched him up,” Matteo says with a sigh. “It’s a good woman you have there, Antonio.”
"Yeah," I say, glancing back at the woman sprawled on the bed. “I just need to be deserving of her love.”
“You won’t fuck this up, will you?”
“Fuck no,” I say, pushing up from the chair and stepping back into the bedroom. “I would be a fool to. Besides, Emilia has her own fan club that’ll fuck me up if I break her heart again.” He hums in acknowledgment. “So, what happened to the other guy?”
