“I dare you!” It’s not an idle challenge. He knows how I like it. And he doesn’t disappoint. The force of his first thrust is enough to knock the wind from my lungs. The hall table scoots back an inch, stopped by the wall behind us. His dark brows draw together as he stares down at our joined bodies with an intensity that almost burns.
“Jesus…look at how your cunt fits me like a glove.” He draws out and rams home again, pulling a sharp cry from me. He’s filled the furthest reaches of me, his pelvis grinding against my clit.
“Yes! God, Mateo…yes! Fuck me like that…hard like that.” My back is arching again, but I keep my eyes fixed on his face. He hooks his elbows beneath my knees, keeping my hips angled as he ploughs in.
The bared golden flesh of his chest begins to gleam with perspiration as he takes me like a man possessed. Or maybe I’m the one who’s possessed. I can’t take my eyes from his face…his goddamned beautiful face.
If he’ll just say it again…say the words again. I’ll say them back. I swear I will.
Say it, Mateo. Say you love me…
“Jesus, Andy…” His features twist in pleasure as I see the muscles of his taut belly rippling.
“Yes! God, yes!” I gasp.
“Andy…I… Fuck…I…”
Say it. Please say it!
“I’m… gonna come!”
He buckles over me a second before my muscles spasm around his pumping flesh. My own cries of pleasure mingle with his as I feel the heat flood me. Finally, he drops limply onto my chest, his shoulders heaving as he catches his breath. When he raises his head, his cheeks are flushed, his lips parted. He brushes a kiss over my mouth, then grins.
“Sweet Jesus…you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, do you know that?”
I feel his cock slide from me, our juices gushing down the valley of my thighs as he steps away and reaches for my hand.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Ricci.” I keep my tone light as he straightens my dress.
“Let’s get you out of this thing.” His hand trails down my back as he guides me to the bedroom. “I’ll want you naked for round two.”
I give a tight smile as we sit in the darkened bedroom, him unzipping my dress while I keep my head dipped forward. Because he doesn’t need to see the glitter of my eyes. And I don’t need to say the words I so nearly said.
I learned a long time ago that love is a weakness. And I’m not going to unlearn that lesson for this man.
Chapter 3
Mateo Ricci
A Day Later
Ifocus on the swinging bag before me and aim a sharp kick at it, followed by a flurry of punches. The blows hit home, my body moving with practiced ease as I dance on the mat.
“Looks like someone’s getting old, huh, bro?” Raoul’s voice joins the cacophony of pounding sounds in the gym in Dario’s ritzy new hotel.
“Fuck you,” I call back. “Who you calling old?”
“Actually, I was talking about Dario, but if the shoe fits…”
Raoul struts across the room in a pair of black shorts and a snug black t-shirt. After an hour of training, he’s barely broken a sweat, while Dario and I are dripping with it.
“Put some muscle in it, kid,” Dario calls from the other side of the room. “This ain’t no beauty parade!”
“Lucky for you, coz if it was, I’d win.” Raoul’s arrogance is part of his charm. Or he seems to think it is. Unfortunately, so do the string of women he’s left in his wake. Though sometimes it works out. Dario’s fiancée is the woman who stepped into the shoes of his kid’s previous nanny, who walked out after Raoul screwed her and ditched her a while back. Now Dario’s expecting twins.
“Zip it, fucker. You training or what?”
Raoul leans back against the wall and eyes him casually, his arms folded across his chest, so similar to the slightly older man in the ring. Dario is the lynchpin in our trio – he’s my younger brother through our mother, and Raoul’s older brother through their father. An incestuous situation, no doubt. But it works for us. We’ve been tight for years, aside from a brief episode several months ago. When they both found out I’ve been an undercover operative sent into the Caraldi family to take out Papa Caraldi.
