Give my everything, take everything from her, just so I can keep her by my side?
I’ve been taking her choices away since the day I met her. And she lets me. But this one will break her heart. Possibly us. For good.
The wind whistles, slapping against my face. A blast of air powerful enough to knock down even the strongest. It was right here when that metal bird dropped from the sky and snatched her out of my arms.
Too strong to challenge. Too powerful to stop.
Never again.
My thumb hesitates for a moment, hovering over the name that will always accept my call before I tap the screen.
“Mason, tesoro mio,” Mattia Morelli answers on the third ring.
“Nannu,” I respond. “I need a favor.”
It takes me all night to set the pieces in motion. But I only return once I make sure we are ready to leave at a moment’s notice. Any longer and she’ll slip through my fingers.
My chest weighs a ton when I shove open the metal door at five in the morning, slowly dragging my feet up the stairs. James sits outside my bedroom, a bottle of beer and his phone in his hand, which may as well be a part of his body at this point.
“She alright?” I ask. He nods, rising to his feet. “Thanks, mate, get some sleep.”
James trudges down the stairs while my hand hesitates on the doorknob.
The fuck am I going tell her?
Doesn’t matter. No words will work.
She’ll make this as difficult as possible.
The door opens to pitch darkness, the only sound is her heavy breaths. My phone beeps, but I don’t check. I know it’s Kane or Hugo, but I’m not ready for them yet. I have one hour until I have to take her away. And I need each of those sixty minutes alone with her.
Throwing my phone on the nightstand and my jacket at the foot of the bed, I slide in beside her, wrapping her in my arms from behind and pulling her into me. She is still wearing the blue dress. Guess she fell asleep waiting for me.
My hands wander down her waist, all the way to her legs, memorizing every inch of her. Who knows if she’ll let me touchher tomorrow? If she’ll even look at me or let me breathe her air.
I kiss the length of her neck, and she purrs awake, her fingers instantly reaching for my belt.
Fuck.Will she ever want me like this again?
“You’re late,” she whispers, her voice slightly cracking. Has she…? Reflexively, my hand flies to her forearm, searching for abrasions. “I’m fine.” She fumbles with my belt until she pries it open and digs into my pants.
“Did you miss me?” I murmur as she frees my hardening cock.
I reach underneath her dress and slide her panties down. My erection knocks at her opening in an instant. Not her wet pussy, the virgin hole I haven’t claimed yet. Every time I try, she chickens out, but tonight, I’m shattering every last boundary between us.
“Let me have all of you, princess,” I whisper in her hair. “One time.”
She moans into the pillow and presses her arse into me.So willing, agreeable,mine.
“Fuck,” I grunt. My cock slides down to her wet pussy and thrusts inside.
“Wha—?” Eva’s word dies in her mouth, her back arching. “I meant…”
“You will take me in your arse, little dove,” I groan, thrusting in and out of her, “But first you will make me the lube I’ll need not to hurt you.”
She rasps a moan as I lift her leg and drive into her cunt.My fucking cunt. The woman turns me into an insatiable animal who wants to feast on her until she’s writhing against me and screaming my name. My desire for her makes me unhinged, ravenous, possessed.
Eva moans as I fuck her, brushing against her sweet spot, beckoning her to come. Her fingers tighten around the pillow,her belly contracting beneath my hand as I make her pussy weep. She breaks apart around my cock, moaning my name—my favorite sound in the world. I pull out of her, my dick slathered in her pussy’s tears.
