Not wasting any time, Luc practically drags me over to the leather sofa in the back of the room. We both make quick work of our clothes, pulling and twisting and tearing until we're both completely naked.
He pushes me down on the sofa and hovers over me. "Fuck, Adeline," he hisses. "You drive me crazy…orcrazier, I should say," he says with a sad smile.
His head turns as he eyes the scattered clothes strewn throughout the room, and I can practically hear the wheels in his anomalous mind turning. I place my palms on his face and force his attention back to me. "No thinking. Just do what feels right. Do what feels good," I tell him, reaching down to stroke his thick length that's nestled against my thigh.
"Fuck," he growls, his eyes closing as he gives into the sensation of my hand around him. When he opens his eyes, he looks forlorn like he has a million things he wants to tell me, but can't. "I missed you," he quietly confesses.
I know it's crazy since he was only gone half a day, but I missed him so bad it made me physically ill all morning. "I missed you too," I tell him. "So, so much, Luc."
His lips crash down on mine again as his fingers find my sensitive nub, softly strumming against my clit and making me whimper against his ferocious mouth.
"I need you, Lucien. Now," I whisper, headily.
He retrieves a condom from his pants pocket and sheaths his generous cock. Lining his thick head up against my core, he thrusts inside of me in one, slick thrust causing me to gasp and then cry out. He doesn't even give me time to recover before his hips begin to piston, pumping his hard length in and out of me over and over again, causing my cries to crescendo to a high pitch.
He feels so good; I feel like I could pass out from the pleasure. Even though we just had sex last night, it feels like it's been years. And I know in that moment that I'll never get enough of Lucien. I'll never get my fill of him. I'll always want more and more and more.
Pulling him down to me, I lock my lips on his as he fucks with abandon. My walls clamp around his cock as the first orgasm rips through me with no warning. I pull away from his lips to scream his name, and this seems to only spur him on more.
He ruts into me like a wild animal, releasing shuddering breaths near my ear before sinking his teeth into my neck. I cry out as I feel his teeth and tongue and mouth biting and licking and sucking on my sensitive skin.
When he leans back to admire his handiwork and the mark he no doubt left behind, he growls, "Mine."
He marked me. Even if it's only temporary. But I realize I want him to mark me forever. I want him to make me his.
"I'm yours," I gasp as he continues to fuck me with long, hard, deep strokes that have me crying out over and over as wave after wave of pleasure floods over me.
His gaze locks onto mine as his thrusts begin to slow. The pleasure on his face and the love in his eyes is almost too much to bear. "I love you, Lucien," I whisper to him.
His lips claim mine as he shudders through his release. And then he holds me gently while whispering sweet sentiments in my ear.
The three words I want to hear aren't amongst them, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter he may never repeat them back to me. The only thing that matters is that we're together.
And nothing will ever tear us apart.
CHAPTER 21
GIOVANNI
IT'S LATE ON a Friday night when Salvatore Valenti holds a meeting with all of his closest allies, me included. We're all crammed into his large office, which now seems as small as a fucking closet with all the men present. Sal's still hunting for his youngest daughter day and night and almost as hard as I have been.
No matter what I do, I cannot find her.
And it's fucking frustrating the hell outta me.
I know it's my head if Adeline is not found, although it probably still won't end well for me even if she is found. Because if anyone ever spills the truth to Sal, I'm dead either way. He won't even hesitate to gut me like a fucking fish for going behind his back and selling his youngest daughter to some fucking deviant, who has refused to return her to me.
But until I get Adeline back here safe and sound, there is no fucking way Sal can find out what I've done. He can never know the truth, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep him in the dark for as long as possible.
One of the guards stationed outside of the room comes rushing in during the middle of Sal's speech about money and whatever other mumbo-jumbo he was spouting off. I had been distracted, only half listening, but this intrusion definitely catches my attention.
All eyes are on the man at the door. I recognize him as Paulie Russo. "Boss, there's a woman here who says she has information on your daughter," he tells Salvatore, and my fucking stomach drops to the goddamn floor.
My fingernails bite into the Italian leather of the chair I'm sitting in, and my eyes dart to my boss. Sal looks anxious as he asks, "Adeline?"
Paulie shrugs, "I'm not sure. She's talking a bunch of gibberish, but I understood one word —hija, which means daughter in Spanish."
"Well, bring her in, you dumb fuck," Salvatore spits out.
