He groans, thrusts turning savage, his free hand gripping my hip.
“I'll fill you as many times as you want, Izzy,” he promises, breath hot on my neck. “This time, I want to watch your belly swell with my baby. See you round and full of me.”
To quiet my moans, he shoves two fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I bite them hard, the metallic tang mixing with my submission, muffling my cries as he rails me. His cock drags against my walls, building that coil tighter and tighter.
“Come on my cock,” he demands, voice edged with his own strain. “Milk me dry, show me how much you've missed this.”
The words tip me over. My pussy clenches around him as orgasm rips through me, waves of heat and release.
He follows seconds later, burying deep and spilling inside, hot pulses flooding me.
We collapse together, his weight pinning me, breaths syncing in the afterglow. Seven years fade into this moment. Into the one truth I hven’t been able to bury.
I'm his.
I always was.
12
NICO
Morning light spills across the sheets in pale stripes.
Izzy sleeps on her stomach beside me, one arm tucked under the pillow, hair fanned across the white linen like a dark spill of ink. The sheet has slipped low on her hips. Her back is bare. One of my hands rests there without me remembering when I put it there.
I keep it there. Her skin is warm. Real.
Seven years.
Seven years thinking about that night, wondering where she went, if she ever thought about me again. Seven years telling myself it was better this way.
Now she is here, asleep beside me, on the same bed.
And I still have to leave. As if on cue, my phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Leone.
I ease my hand away from Izzy’s back and answer quietly. “Talk.”
His voice is tight. “Boss. We’ve got movement.”
I swing my legs over the side of the bed. “What kind of movement?”
“Pavlov’s men were spotted at the club last night. The downtown one.”
The words land hard in my chest.
The same club where I met Izzy.
“What were they doing?” I ask.
“Asking too many fucking questions, if you ask me.” He pauses. “It’s the head of the snake, boss. I think he’s moving.”
I stand and start pulling on my clothes.
“Hold the place,” I tell him. “I’m coming.”
I end the call and turn back toward the bed.
