Page 42 of Savage Proposal

He hummed and pressed kisses down my neck, setting his teeth into my collarbone when he reached it. I whined at the painful spark of pleasure and tried not to sink into the cottony part of my brain that I inevitably ended up whenever Lorenzo touched me. He ran his hands down the length of my body, hooked them around the back of my thighs, and pulled up.

I squeaked and held onto his shoulders. “What are you doing?” Everything was slippery and wet, and if this were any other man, I would have worried about him dropping me. But I knew Lorenzo wouldn’t.

“You wanted an apology,” he said.

“What?” I could feel him growing hard against me, and I shivered. “You think this is an apology?” I asked.

Lorenzo chuckled. “Ask me that again without sounding like you’ve run a mile.”

I groaned and rested my forehead against his shoulder. “Fuck you.”

He shifted me up his body; the head of his cock bumped against my pussy a moment before he pushed inside. My breath got stuck in my chest. I wasn’t entirely ready for him, but the stretch was the kind of momentary pain that gave way to deep pleasure. “I think you’d rather I fuck you,dolcezza.”

Whimpering, I nodded and bucked in his grip. I had never lost myself in sex the way that I did with Lorenzo. It was intoxicating and terrifying, and I was becoming hopelessly addicted. “Do it,” I pleaded. “Fuck me.”

Lorenzo groaned, and he pressed me back against the tile wall. He pinned me tight and thrust upward again and again until I could hear the wet sounds of him sliding inside of me over the sound of the shower. “You’re so fucking wet.” He growled against my throat, the vibration sending tingles down my spine. “You’re always like this, huh?”

I shook my head. I could hear the high keening noise that was coming from my throat, but I couldn’t stop it. “Never.”

Lorenzo shifted back so that he could pull me down on his cock while he fucked me. He hit my cervix, hard and heavy, on every upward thrust. “What’s that, Isabella?”

It took me a long minute to pant out: “It’s never been like this with anyone else.”

“Fuck,” he grunted and reached out to slap at the shower handle.

The water shut off, and then we were moving out of the shower into the cool bathroom. While all of that registered somewhere in my brain, I didn’t really think anything about it until my back hit the soft mattress in Lorenzo’s room.

I gasped and jerked. “What are you doing? We’re soaking wet.”

But Lorenzo didn’t care in the least. His hips picked their rhythm back up like he’d never stopped, and I cried out, digging my fingernails into his shoulders, his back. His lips skimmed my throat, bit at my shoulders, matching the ferocity of his thrusts.

All thoughts of the bed and ruined sheets were forced, almost literally, out of my head. “Come on my cock,” Lorenzo commanded, fucking into me even harder. Something like a wail worked its way out of my throat as pleasure raced through me. My inner muscles clenched down around him, and Lorenzo groaned. “Fuck, just like that,dolcezza,” he praised, losing his rhythm as he tipped over the edge.

He slumped against my chest, breathing hard, and I clung to him, trying to calm my racing heart. For a moment, things were quiet. Soft, almost. My chest swelled, but I quickly pushed it away.Don’t wish for more, I told myself.This is all that he wants.

I slapped him on his shoulder. “Get off,” I said. “We need to change the sheets.”

CHAPTER 26

Lorenzo

“The two weeks I promised you are up.” I had Don Gallo on speaker phone; my eyes were on the computer in front of me. Damian had done a preliminary run of a delivery—the route they’re supposed to take—and we were planning for him to shadow a real one in the next few days. That way, we could figure out where the shipments were making unsanctioned stops. “Do you want to send a car for Gia, or shall I send her home with Damian?”

Don Gallo made a disgruntled noise. “Two weeks is hardly enough time to get to know anyone,” he said. “Gia should stay with you for another few weeks.”

“No.”

“Don Vitali?—”

“I agreed to take her in so that things would be even between us. I gave her the exact amount of time that I said I would.”

Another disgruntled sound. “You didn’t even try!”

“Try what, Don Gallo? We never agreed that I would have to do anything besides play host. I did my part.”

“But you didn’t?—”

“I never promised anything besides what I did,” I reminded him again. “She had a chance to impress me.”

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