I toss the pile of ruined clothing out the door. She is bare before me. The hot water runs over her, turning her pale skin flush with pink heat. I stay on my knees. The urge to drop my mouth to her skin crashes into the need to take her, now. I press my face against her wet stomach. My arms wrap around her thighs, hauling her hips flush against my face.
She moans, her fingers tangling in my wet hair. The sound goes straight to my groin. A heavy, aching erection strains against my soaked tactical pants.The blood pounds in my ears, heavy and relentless. For twenty years I lived inside pure destruction, furious at Dominic for the leash, furious at the walls he built around me.
Now, the truth is an agonizing, beautiful revelation. Dominic locked me away because he loved me. He locked me away because the thought of losing me would break him. And now, kneeling on the wet slate tiles, clutching Catalina's thighs, the same desperate, suffocating need takes root in my own chest. I'm the locked door now. I will lock her away from the entire fucking universe. I'll burn down anyone who tries to take her from this room.
I grab a bar of soap from the alcove. The lather builds instantly between my rough, scarred palms. I stand up. I drag my slick hands over her shoulders. I wash the river water from her collarbones. I massage the soap into the weight of her breasts, my thumbs dragging across her tight, peaked nipples. She whimpers, arching into my touch. The sound goes through me like a live wire. I want every version of it she has.
I drag my hands down her ribs, over the soft swell of her belly. I spread the lather over her hips, gripping the lush fleshof her ass. My fingers dig into her cheeks, lifting her slightly, molding her curves to my palms. I wash the mud from her legs, taking my time, mapping every square inch of her Bellanti bloodline and claiming it as Costa territory.
When the dirt is gone, I drop the soap. I pull her flush against my wet, fully clothed body. The friction of her bare breasts against my soaked shirt is maddening. I crash my mouth down on hers. The kiss is a desperate collision. No finesse. No gentle preamble.
Just teeth and tongue and yes. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting the remnants of the coffee from the speakeasy, tasting the rich flavor of her. She kisses me back with equal ferocity, her nails digging into my shoulders through the wet fabric.
I break the kiss, gasping for air. "You are mine."
"Yours," she gasps back. No hesitation. That single word undoes me.
I turn off the water. The sudden silence rings in my ears. I grab a towel from the heated rack and wrap it around her. I scoop her up into my arms. The water drips from my own ruined clothes onto the slate tiles. I don't care about the rugs. I'll replace every fucking one of them.
I carry her to the bed. The mattress is huge, covered in gray sheets. I drop her right in the center. The towel falls open, exposing the flush, heated perfection of her body. She looks up at me from the pillows. Ripe figs and dark honey bloom into the air, erasing the smell of the river. The scent floods my throat. My grip tightens before I know it.
I rip my own clothes off. The wet boots hit the floor with thuds. The ruined shirt tears at the seam as I yank it over my head. The soaked tactical pants peel away, taking the wet boxers with them. I stand naked at the edge of the bed. The heavy inkof the roaring lion on my left bicep stands stark against the dim light.
Her gaze drops, tracking the thick, rigid length of my cock. The balls. The pure, unadulterated need radiating off me. She does not flinch. She does not look away. She parts her knees, offering herself to me. Offering herself to the enforcer who just slaughtered four men in pitch darkness.
I crawl onto the mattress. The frame creaks under my weight. I brace my forearms on either side of her head, lowering my body over hers. The heat coming off her skin sinks straight through me. I lower my head, dragging my nose along the curve of her neck.
"You're safe here," I growl against her skin. "Do you understand me? Nothing touches you. The war doesn't cross this threshold."
"I know," she whispers, giving me better access to her throat. "I'm safe with you."
The words are a lethal strike to the center of my chest. I drag my open mouth down her neck, scraping my teeth over the erratic rhythm jumping at the hollow of her throat. I move lower, my lips capturing the peak of her breast.
I suckle hard, pulling the sensitive flesh deep into my mouth. She cries out, her hips bucking up off the mattress. The friction of her wet pussy brushing against my thigh is a localized inferno.
I move my hands down to her waist, gripping the soft, lush curves. My thumbs trace the curve of her hips while my mouth works her other breast. My tongue lashes across the nipple, teasing it into a tight, hard pebble before I bite down gently. She thrashes beneath me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more.
"Fabio," she pants, my name a desperate plea on her lips.
"I'm right here," I answer, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her ribcage. I drag my mouth across the center of her belly,my tongue dipping into her navel. I drag my body lower, shifting my weight between her spread thighs. The slick, glistening wetness pooling between her legs is a beacon. The musk of her arousal mixes with the ripe figs and honey.
I grip her knees, pushing her thighs wide apart. The view stops me cold. She's drenched, pink, ready. I dive in without hesitation. My tongue traces the long slit, tasting the salty, intoxicating flavor of her. She tastes like victory. Like mine.
I plunge my tongue deep into her wetness, exploring the slick walls. She arches violently, a loud moan tearing from her throat. My hands grip her thighs, holding her where I want her. I drag my tongue up, finding the swollen clit hidden in the folds. I latch onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking hard.
She screams. The sound is unrestrained, raw and wild. Her hips jerk upwards, chasing the pressure of my mouth. I give her no quarter. I flick my tongue over her clit, maintaining a brutal, relentless rhythm. My fingers slip down to her entrance. The slickness coats my fingers. I push two fingers deep inside her tight, scalding wetness.
The stretch is incredible. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, pulsing with desperate need. I thrust my fingers in and out, driving the pace my cock is about to set. My mouth continues to devour her clit, my tongue lashing and sucking, drawing the pleasure out of her by force.
"Please," she sobs, her head thrashing against the pillows. "Please, Fabio. Now."
"You take everything I give you," I growl against her slick folds, my breath hot against her wet skin. "You take all of it."
I add a third finger, stretching her wider, prepping her for the massive girth waiting to claim her. She takes the stretch beautifully, her body melting into the pain and the pleasure, trusting me without reserve. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, slick and tight around every thrust.
I can feel the tension winding tight in her belly. The tremors starting in her thighs. She is teetering on the precipice of a massive climax. I want to push her over. I want to be the one who breaks her open. I suck her clit one final, devastating time, bearing down hard while thrusting my three fingers to the hilt.
She breaks. A long, keening wail echoes through the soundproof room. Her inner walls spasm violently around my fingers, crushing them with the force of her orgasm. Her thighs tremble against my cheeks. The sweet nectar of her climax floods my hand and my mouth. I drink every drop. I consume her pleasure, making it mine.
