Page 21 of Savage Proposal

Isabella swallowed hard and rubbed her face against my collarbone. “Can we not talk about it?” she asked, voice thick with some emotion that I couldn’t quite define.

“Okay,” I said instead of pressing for some kind of explanation. “What do you need?”

Isabella stared at me for a moment, and then leaned up and pressed her mouth against mine. It was only for a moment, but it stole the breath out of my lungs. “Make me feel good?” she asked. “Help me think about something else? Please?”

I was nodding before she even finished the question. I had told her yesterday that all she had to do was ask, and I would give her what she wanted, and that was still true now in the wee hours of the morning.

I rolled her onto her back and moved so that I was settled between her thighs. She had put on one of my T-shirts after our shower, but her pussy was bare, and when I spread her legs wide, I saw that she was already getting wet. I leaned forward and lapped at her with the flat of my tongue. I groaned as her taste exploded across my tongue. She felt incredible stretched around my cock, to be sure, but I could easily get addicted to having her like this too.

Isabella let out a soft sigh and jerked into the touch. I slung my arm across her hips and pinned her down before swirling the tip of my tongue around her clit. She jerked again, testing my hold on her, and I chuckled against her. “Relax for me,dolcezza,” I said, sucking at her clit and making her cry out.

She was practically dripping now. I could feel it smearing across my face, and I groaned. Glancing up her body, I met Isabella’s gaze. She looked utterly dumbfounded, like this was the first time that anyone had bothered to focus solely on her pleasure.Good. Any man who’d had her and didn’t touch her this way was a fucking moron. I didn’t want to think about any other man touching her like this, making her feel this way. I was the only one allowed to do this from now on.

I brought my free hand between her thighs and slipped two fingers into where she was drenched and swollen, and she let out a sound like a small, wounded animal. “It’s too much,” she breathed. “I can’t!”

“You can,” I assured her, flicking at her clit while I fucked into her. “Your body was made to do this.” Each and every orgasm that I had wrung from her hours before was preceded with the same look of surprise. I looked forward to showing her how far I could push her into new realms of pleasure.

Her back bowed and she came moments later. I didn’t stop. Instead, on the next inward thrust, I curled my fingers upward and pressed into her G-spot, pushing her over the edge a second time. I kept going, fucking into that spot until her fingers were twisted in my hair, and she was sobbing my name.

Only when she came on my tongue for a third time did I pull myself away. She was slumped back against the bed, looking like a broken doll, and I grinned down at her. Her eyes tracked down to where I was tenting my boxer briefs. “We don’t have to,” I told her.

But Isabella was already reaching for me, yanking my boxers down to free my cock. “Do it,” she commanded softly. “Fuck me.”

I slapped at her hand, trying to shake her off. “Youdon’t tellmewhat to do, Isabella,” I reminded her.

Her lip pouted out. “Please?”

Goddamnit.Hooking her knee over my forearm, I held her open and pushed inside her. She hissed as I filled her again. “Does that sting,dolcezza?” I asked, grunting as she pulsed around me. “We could have gone back to sleep, but youhadto have my cock, didn’t you? Fucking insatiable, aren’t you?”

Her face flushed red, and tears glittered in her eyes. “I didn’t,” she insisted weakly. “I’m not.” But even as she shook her head in protest, she clung to my shoulders and wrapped her shapely legs around my waist.

My hips slammed against her ass, hard and fast, and I laughed. “Such a needy thing.” Her muscles rippled around me, and I groaned.

Isabella’s lips quirked into a smile, and she clenched down around me, drawing another sound from my throat. “Who’s needy now, Enzo?”

I snarled and fucked her harder, wiping that smirk off her face. Sensation zipped up my spine, tightened my balls, and I reached between us to touch her clit. She wailed as she came, and a split-second before I careened over the edge myself, our eyes met and held.

The intimacy was too much; her face was too open, too full of joy, and I thought about Sienna again. My stomach dropped into my feet. I hadn’t appreciated the last time I’d had my wife in our bed; I couldn’t even properly remember the last time I was with her, period. And here I was with her impostor. My stomach twisted painfully, and bile splashed the back of my throat.

I pulled away and rolled away from her, lying on my back on the bed.

“Lorenzo?”

I couldn’t even look at her. “It’s late. You should go back to your room.” Isabella sat up; I could feel her eyes on me, but I kept looking up at the ceiling fan. “You’ll sleep better in your own space.”

Isabella sat still for a moment, and then she climbed off the bed. I watched as she tugged the t-shirt down her thighs and went for the door. She didn’t bother looking back.

CHAPTER 14

Isabella

“How did you and Elio meet?” I asked Amalia. We were in the expansive laundry room, and I was folding an array of men’s work shirts while she worked on pretreating stains that could be nothing else but blood.

Amalia looked at me. “We were kids,” she said. “I’ve known Elio my whole life.”

“Were you high school sweethearts?”

Her smile was soft and sympathetic. “You really don’t know much about the Cosa Nostra, do you?”

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