Then, as he spanked my ass and returned to squeeze my neck while stretching me with his deep thrusts, I was finally there, my body crashing apart as a powerful orgasm swept through me.
He pulled out and flipped me over. Then he pushed back inside me, resuming fucking me from behind, his body large and strong. I was surrounded by him. The heat emanating from his skin. His incredible smell. The back and forth movement of his thick cock inside my body as the head bumped against my cervix with each thrust of his hips.
In this position, he went deeper, hitting every right spot, sucking gasps and hisses of both pleasure and pain out of my throat. “I touched myself every day while I was gone watching you come.”
My inner muscles clenched helplessly around his shaft in another orgasm as he said that. A week or two ago that would have made me cringe, the idea of my stalker, watching me in the privacy of my bedroom without knowing while I was naked, touching myself, and jerk off to it, but now, it was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.
He groaned harshly, his cock pulsing and jerking within me, his pelvis grinding into my butt cheeks. It enhanced my own orgasm, drawing out my own pleasure, dragging it to last longer.
When he slipped out of me, he turned me and cupped my pussy, preventing any of his seed from spilling. He stared at me in a dare.
I wanted to protest, but I also didn’t want to upset him anymore. I just got him back. Besides, there was something hot about a man wanting to get a woman pregnant. It meant he needed to dominate her in every way possible. It meant he wanted them to have a connection that couldn’t be broken ever.
A sudden knock on the bathroom door interrupted our staring contest. I frowned. Who would dare interrupt Don Bellomo in the shower?
“Che cosa?” Tino asked.
A man spoke quickly in Italian. All I could make out from what he said was Leo’s name.
“Che cazzo?” Tino jumped out of the shower, dragging me out with him.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“Leo has found out where I’m keeping you. He knows everything.”
Chapter 53
Tino
“I have to get you out of here.” I threw a towel at her and drew her out of the bathroom with me. Then I opened the wardrobe and got out two outfits, one for me and one for her. “Here. Put that on. We don’t have time to pack.”
She just stared at me while I jumped into my pants. I read her eyes, the stupid plan formulating in her head. We both looked at the bathroom door at the same time before she sprinted, jumped inside and locked herself up.
“You silly, silly girl.” I banged on the door. “Open up.”
She didn’t make a sound. I didn’t have time for this shit. “Get back. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Quickly, I kicked the door, smashing it open.
She backed up in the corner, the frightened little girl she’d always been. “You think he’ll save you if he finds you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“You’re wrong. You don’t know him like I do. Leo is a danger to you, Angel.”
“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t make any sense. Leo is kind and funny and compassionate and—”
“A fucking killer!”
She grimaced, her lips trembling. “Only because you made him one.”
She still didn’t understand. “No, Angel. He’s not the Mafia kind of killer. He’s the kind that kills a girl because she doesn’t want to be his girlfriend. Do you understand?”
Her head shook rapidly. “This can’t be true. You’re messing with my head again.”
“Why would I need to mess with your head? You’ve already given yourself to me a minute ago, and I know you want me, Angel, not him.”
“That’s before I thought I had no choice or a chance to get out of here. Now Leo can come and take me home, and you’re playing me so you can put me in another one of your prisons.”
“The fuck, Angel? I really don’t have time for this.” I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder. She banged her little fists on my back, but I silenced her with a spank or two. “You’ll thank me later. As always.”
