Page 72 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

“You’re not playing fair,” I grumbled, even as I curled my fingers around the bars. “I need to come.”

“Oh, you’ll come all right,” he promised. “After I’ve given you more.”

I should have said harder instead because he really did give me more—of the chocolate mousse on my body and his mouth and tongue licking it off me. He wasn’t the least bit bothered by my frustration. He just held my hips in place as he continued to feast while I alternated between whimpering in need and cursing him. It felt like hours had passed when he finally sunk two fingers inside me while sucking on my clit hard, sending me over the cliff. I melted into the mattress while he lapped up every drop of my climax, until I was too sensitive to stand it any longer and released the headboard to tug on his hair.

“Did I tell you to let go?” he growled.

“No, but unless you want me to pass out, I had to find a way to get your attention.”

“You’re lucky I love your sassy side,” he murmured as he got up on his knees. “And that I’m beyond ready to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock.”

He flipped me over and tilted my hips up, slapping me hard on my ass. I yelped at the sting, and levered up onto my elbows so I could glare at him over my shoulder. “That doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for disobeying me. You might be a boss out there, but I’m the one who’s in charge in here.”

I wanted to argue, but what could I really say? We both damn well knew how hot it made me when he went all alpha caveman in the bedroom. Then he sank inside me, and I lost all train of thought. All his sensual torture had left me incredibly sensitive, to the point that it felt like I could feel every ridge and inch of his cock as it stretched me.

“Then fuck me like you own me.”

Balls deep inside me, he paused in his movements to look down at me. “You’re almost right. I’m gonna fuck youbecauseI own you. There’s nolikeabout it. You’re mine.”

He punctuated his sentence by clutching his hand around my neck in a possessive hold. It wasn’t too tight, and my pussy clenched around him in response.

“Yeah, you love being mine. Don’t you?”

I couldn’t have answered even if I’d wanted to because he kept me collared around the neck while he powered into me. Over and over again, with my hips lifting up to meet each thrust until my pussy spasmed and tightened around him as a scream tore from my throat. His fingers dug into my neck briefly at the sound and then they were gone and he exploded right along with me.

My orgasm was so powerful my whole body shook from the force of my release. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it. Luckily, I didn’t need to do anything except slide into Brandon’s arms after he slipped out of me and rolled onto his back.

“Mmm,” I sighed, cuddling into his hold.

“I stand corrected.”

I tilted my head lazily, peering up at him from hooded eyes. “How so?”

“Dirtying you up isn’t a shame. It’s the best damn thing ever.”

A tired giggle burst from my lips, and I peered over his chest at the last container of chocolate mousse. “I’m pretty sure dirtying you up is the second best thing, but I’m too tired to prove it tonight.”

“I can always get you more another time.”

My lips curved up in a smile because I knew he would. Either that, or I’d surprise him one night with some. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that it was a shame to wasteany of the mousse. Sadly, I was too tired to eat it myself, even without putting it to even better use by smearing it on all of Brandon’s sun-kissed skin.

When I woke up in the middle of the night and raced towards the bathroom, I found a reason to be happy I hadn’t had my turn with the chocolate mousse. On my knees with my head hanging over the toilet bowl, I threw up everything I’d eaten the night before. I hated puking, and I’d never been able to do it quietly, which meant Brandon woke up to the sound of it.

“Poor kitten,” he murmured, rubbing my back with one hand as he held my hair up with the other. “I hope the Chilean sea bass you ordered wasn’t bad. Food poisoning fucking sucks.”

“Mmmhmmm,” I agreed weakly, while thinking about the conversation I’d had with Anna in the bathroom about her pregnancy. I had a feeling my puking had less to do with bad fish and more to do with Brandon’s super sperm.

Chapter Seventeen

BRANDON

For the second morning in a row, I woke up to the sound of Carly being sick in the bathroom. If it had ended after the first day, I would have stuck with the food poisoning theory, but I was becoming convinced it was something else altogether. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d succeeded in fucking my kid into my sweet fiancée. I wanted to hop up onto our roof and shout to everyone that this caveman had done his job and bred his woman.

I gathered up her thick, red hair and held it away until her stomach was empty. Then I helped her brush her teeth and take a shower. By the time she was done, her color had returned and she seemed to be completely recovered.

Definitely pregnant.I suppressed the urge to smile like a loon or beat on my chest.

The doorbell rang, and I left Carly with a kiss on the forehead to answer it. My mother shoved her way past me, practically knocking me into the wall.

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