Chapter 21
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LORENZO (37YRS)
Glancing up from my phone, I grinned as Dario, calm, collected and not a strand of hair out of place, arrived back at the vehicle I sat in and opened the door. “You know this is risky.”
“How many?”
“Three. Anymore would’ve been too obvious.” His alert gaze swept the building exterior once more then nodded to me. “Is it really worth it?”
I climbed out the Escalade and straightened my jacket. While one of the convertibles would’ve made the ride in and out of city much quicker, he insisted we take a bulletproof vehicle. Sometimes I had to ask myself if I was his boss or he were mine. Regardless, his proactive authority was what made him the best in his field.
“Keep your enemies closer, Rio.” I pocketed my phone. “My city, remember.”
He snorted a laugh then sobered. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Six years of waiting ends tonight.”
“It’s still risky,” he muttered, following me into the elevator.
When the doors opened on the fifth floor, he took his position in a corner, in the shadows and out of sight. No one would notice him until they were right on top of him and by then it would be too late. He was a marksman of note and only ever missed once. A long time ago and on my insistence. I walked down the hallway to her door. The only apartment on this floor belonged to her—Bianca Valentine—the woman I’d fucked a few times in the last month—well, thrice to be exact. While she wasn’t my usual lay, I was a man who loved a challenge and there was nothing better than to fuck the brains out of an arch enemy’s daughter. Not a direct descendant of the D’Angelo’s but close enough. She was the perfect submissive until she gave me what I needed.
I used the key she’d given me and after a quick nod to Dario, let myself into the dark apartment. Given the late hour, I didn’t expect her to be awake. We’d planned on meeting at ten, but circumstances delayed me for the last two hours. Either way, she knew what I liked and the last time I was late, I’d fucked her while she slept. Turned out, I preferred the midnight fuck. That way I didn’t have to see her face while I fucked her. I didn’t have to tonight but why waste an opportunity.
Familiar with the layout, I headed toward the bedroom, keeping the lights off. My footfalls swallowed by the thick pile carpet throughout, hid my presence and wouldn’t wake her. Silently, I moved passed the open door, taking a moment to make sure she was home. Against the moonlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I made out the shape of her figure lying on the bed.
While I undressed, taking the time to set my clothes over the armchair at the foot of the bed, my eyes adjusted to the moonlit darkness. Bianca laid face down and naked, sprawled over the covers, with one knee bent at a slight angle, perfect for my cock to slip in without waking her. Her face buried, her long hair draped half her bare back and the pillows like a dark curtain against the white satin. Before I climbed onto the bed, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand where she usually kept them and rolled it on.
Settling in the space between her thighs, I ran a finger through her slit, then pushed into her warm pussy. Her hips shifted slightly, the only indication she’d felt anything. I inserted another finger and was rewarded with a soft whimper, but she knew not to move. My fingers came away slick with arousal.
“So ready for me,mia caro.”
I swung a leg over her and placed the other knee on the side of her hip, straddling her. I leaned forward and with one hand supporting my weight, I dropped soft kisses to her shoulder, alternating with gentle nips. Another groan. Lowering my body to her back, I slipped a hand under her breast, squeezing lightly. My hard cock brushed against her pussy, and I inched forward, letting it roll through the crease between her ass cheek. Her body trembled followed by a low moan.
Biting her shoulder, I slid my cock into her wet folds, slipping in with minimal effort. A perfectly slick pussy. Her bent knee shifted higher, giving me more access. I dropped my hand from her breast to her clit, rolling the pad of a finger over the sensitive bundle and this time a louder moan filled the room.
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
In response, her ass bucked up, begging for more. I didn’t give it to her. Instead, withdrawing, I maneuvered her body until she was flat on her stomach with her legs spread wide and in one quick thrust, I was fully seated up to the hilt in her warm pussy. Gripping her hips, I fucked her hard and fast. My thrusts aggressive, the slam of my hips brutal. I’d only ever made love, once. We were both innocent and our first time together, yet so beautiful, it remained resonant for the rest of my life. Unlikely to be repeated.
This though, was hardcore fucking at its best. Raw, unbridled and impersonal, for me. Whether it was the same for her, I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t care. My rule was pretty simple. I’ll fuck you on two conditions. Legs spread and mouth shut then I’d bang you until you couldn’t walk. Today, though I wasn’t interested in anything more than a quick fuck. I had things to do. Her pussy clamping around my cock brought me out of my reflections. It didn’t take me long before my orgasm tightened my balls, and I shot my load into the condom. It was nothing special. Just another fuck.
