“Be a good girl and suffer with me,” he whispered, lowering himself to kiss the tears from my cheeks. “Ache for it. Dream about it. Because when I finally bury myself inside you and fill this tight little cunt for the first time… you’re going to take every drop.”
He rolled us again, pulling my back flush against his chest, his still-throbbing cock nestled hot and heavy between my ass cheeks, denied, leaking, and impossibly hard. One arm bandedaround my waist, the other hand returning to cup my pussy possessively.
“Sleep, troublemaker,” he murmured against my hair, voice rough with lingering lust and dark satisfaction. “I want you desperate and empty when I wake you up.”
Chapter Fifteen: SANTINO
Morninglightfilteredthroughthe floor-to-ceiling windows, gray and muted from the storm that had finally exhausted itself sometime before dawn. I woke first, like always. Years of sleeping with one eye open had made sure of that. But this morning was different.
Aurora was in my bed.
Not tied up. Not crying. Not fighting me.
She’d stolen most of the fucking mattress.
The little troublemaker was curled on her side, tangled in my black silk sheets like she’d waged war on them in her sleep. One small hand was tucked beneath her cheek, the other flung out across the bed, fingers barely brushing my chest.
Her dark hair spilled everywhere, wild, messy, completely untamed, and covering half the pillow and half her face. She looked impossibly small in my massive bed, yet somehow took up eighty percent of it.
I should have been irritated.
Instead, I couldn’t stop staring.
My gaze traced the soft curve of her bare shoulder where the sheet had slipped down. The faint bruises I’d left on her hips yesterday peeked out like badges of ownership. Her lips were slightly parted, breathing slow and even. Long lashes rested against her cheeks, and there was a tiny furrow between her brows, like even in sleep she was arguing with someone.
Probably me.
A lock of hair had fallen across her mouth. I reached out before I could stop myself and brushed it away with the back of my finger. My hand lingered. Her skin was warm. So fucking warm. And soft. Dangerously soft.
Christ.
I pulled my hand back like I’d been burned and forced myself to look away, staring at the rain-streaked windows instead. The city below was waking up, gray and sharp and unforgiving, exactly how the world was supposed to be. Exactly how I was supposed to be.
This woman was turning me into something unrecognizable.
I’d spent the entire night lying beside her, fully clothed while she slept naked and trusting in my arms. After she’d begged so prettily to see my cock, after I’d nearly lost control watching her eyes widen at the sight of me throbbing for her, I still hadn’t taken her completely. I’d held her instead. Let her fall asleep with my hand cupping her freshly worshipped pussy like a possessive prayer.
And I’d liked it.
That was the worst part.
I liked the way she fit against me. Liked the soft sounds she made in her sleep. Liked the way her fingers had curled into my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear. I, Santino Rossi, who had buried more men than most people had shaken hands with, was lying here like some lovesick fool watching a girl sleep.
Pathetic.
I shifted slightly, and she made a small noise, burrowing deeper into the sheets. One of her legs slid over mine, claiming more territory. A quiet huff of amusement almost escaped me before I swallowed it.
This was dangerous.
She was dangerous.
Not because she could kill me, though I had no doubt she’d try if I ever truly hurt her, but because she made me want. Want things I’d buried with Angelo. Want a future that didn’t end in blood. Want to keep her here, soft and safe and mine, until the end of fucking time.
I turned my head and looked at her again. Couldn’t help it.
The morning light caught on the faint marks I’d left on her neck. My teeth. My claim. Satisfaction rolled through me, dark and primal. She was mine now. In every way that mattered. Even if I hadn’t buried myself inside her yet, I’d already ruined her for anyone else.
And still... I wanted more than just her body.
