She’s panting, her breath shaky. “I have one condition.”
“There are no conditions. I don’t negotiate. Is that it?”
I lean in to claim her lips again. But she jerks her head to the side and blurts out in a rush, “Okay, okay! I have one request.”
“Goddamn it, woman,” I growl in frustration. “Get to the fucking point before I explode in my pants.”
“I want a million dollars.”
I don’t hesitate. “Fine.”
Her eyes widen in shock, but I don’t give her a second to breathe. I crush my mouth to hers, devouring her all over again. My hand remains between her legs as I lift her off the ground, wrapping my other arm tightly around her waist.
Carrying her to the bed, I throw her on the mattress without care. My hand goes for the neckline of her dress, ready to rip it apart, but she pulls her lips free and protests. “No! Don’t rip it, I like this dress!”
I step back and snap my fingers. “Ten seconds.”
I think she understands what I mean. If she isn’t naked in ten seconds, I’ll tear every stitch of fabric off her myself.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I strip off all my clothes, tossing them aside. Then I grab the condom from my jacket pocket and roll it onto my rock-hard, pulsing cock. Every vein is standing out, throbbing after a week of pure fucking frustration.
When I turn around, Lucia is sitting there, wrapped in a purple sheet, trying to cover herself. Her gaze fixed downward.
I climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. Without hesitation, I grab the sheet and yank it off her with force. She topples back onto the bed as it’s pulled from her grip.
Hovering over her, I plant one hand on the mattress beside her head and use my thighs to spread her stunning legs apart, settling between them. My free hand guides my eager, thick cock into her.
Her eyes narrow, and her hands claw at the muscles of my arms as a moan escapes her lips. She’s still so fucking tight. It takes real effort to push in until I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
The tight heat of her pussy wrapped around me pulls a deep groan from my throat as I tilt my head back. She’s incredible, absolutely mind-blowing.
When I lower my head again, I catch sight of the crease at the corner of Lucia’s eye, her face contorted with pain. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and it hits me, I didn’t prepare her.
I stare at her, a primal voice inside me whispering not to care.Let her hurt. Let her tear.
Right now I’m not fucking her. I’m fucking Carlo. I’m letting my rage out on her. Without moving, I lean down and kiss her dry lips—gently, softly, over and over again.
Her body begins to relax. The tension in her muscles eases, her nails loosening their grip on my skin.
My fingers find her clit, stroking in slow, circular motions, coaxing her. My kisses trail to her cheek, where I lick away a fallen tear before whispering against her skin, “It’s okay, Lucia. Let your body remember how good this feels…how much it wants me.”
I pull out slightly before sliding back in slowly. A muffled moan escapes her lips.
“You want this. Remember that.”
I look into her wet eyes, brushing my fingers through her silky hair. I withdraw again, then thrust back in, a little harder this time, my gaze locked on her beautiful blue eyes.
Her head tilts back, but I don’t let her break eye contact.
“Look at me, Princess.”
She meets my gaze, and I can see it. She’s coming undone. I thrust again, harder, while my fingers rub her clit faster. When her back arches, I know she’s starting to feel it.
I pick up the pace, but I don’t tear my eyes away from hers. Her tits bounce softly with every thrust.
Fuck, I love this. Every second.
My strokes grow harder, my cock swelling inside her. I’m close, so close, but I hold back. I want to come with her. And I know she’s nearly there too.
