Page 66 of Impenitent Claim

Isabella drew her hands back up her thighs. One stopped at the hot, little apex. The other trailed over the planes of her stomach, up to her breasts. “They hurt, Ilya.”

A purely animalistic sound escaped my throat.

Isabella smiled. She tweaked first the right and then the left.

I fisted my hands. I needed to return to the underboss. While my associate status was still in contention, the scheming rat had dubbed me his bodyguard. Which meant I was disposable to run errands such as returning two violently ill children to the compound with strict instructions to hurry back.

I don’t have time for this.“Get on the bed.”

Isabella scrambled to her feet, tripping over herself as she rushed to obey. Her eagerness sent a stab of heat straight through my groin.

I marched after her, viciously yanking open my fly. “Spread your legs—and hold onto my shoulders.”

This wasn’t going to be a gentle encounter. I wasn’t sure if I was even capable of that. But this definitely wasn’t the time to find out.

Lowering myself over her, I braced myself on the bed and reached between us. Her pussy was drenched.

I groaned as I slid my fingers between the wetness. “I want to taste this.”

The corner of Isabella’s lip quirked. “Why don’t you?”

“Because there are Italians waiting for my bullets,” I ground out.

Fear flashed momentarily through her eyes.

“The Scorso Mob,” I snapped.

She relaxed and then shivered as I rubbed her clit.

Dammit, there wasn’t time for feasting! Our few encounters had always been brief and heated. I swore to myself I would make it so that we would have time, and I could spend hours with my face buried against her, those legs wrapped tight around my head, and make her come over and over until she couldn’t walk.

That was why I was doing all of this. The plan had changed once again. I was going to burn the Rinaldi Famiglia to the ground, so there was no chance they would take her from me when I faked her death and stole her back to my lair in Chicago.

And then I would spend the rest of my damned life showing her just how good it was to be mine.

I pushed my fingers deep into her core, enjoying the way her eyelids fluttered closed. My touch worked in and out, teasing and making sure she was nearly there already. When she was more than ready to take me, I pulled my fingers out as she whimpered in protest.

While I angled myself to her entrance, I brought my fingers, coated in her wetness, to my lips. Her eyes widened as I swallowed them. While the possessive demonstration was for her benefit, the taste was all mine to enjoy.

Fuck me….There was no way I could wait for the perfect opportunity to devour her. I would have to sneak into her room after the next sunset just to steal another taste.

“Hands on my shoulders and eyes on me,” I growled, shifting so both my arms braced on either side of her head.

The tip of my dick teased her entrance and the moment she obeyed, I pushed the whole length inside her in one hard thrust.

Isabella gasped, swallowing her cry.

I drew back and snapped my hips forward. The pleasure was electric. Each thrust sent another bolt of it through me.

“Let me in,” I demanded, lowering my head to nip at her throat.

Her strangled protest was adorable.

I continued to thrust savagely into her while licking and sucking a path along her throat. “You might hate that I found you, but your pussy fucking loves that I’m back.”

Isabella whimpered. Her nails dug into the muscle on my shoulders.

“That’s it, Izzy. Scratch me.Cutme.” My dick pounded into her tightness, despite the resistance still in her legs. “Do whatever you need to do, sweet siren, but just open for me.”

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