Page 64 of Savage Proposal

Isabella’s wet eyes went wide; her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Her inner muscles clamped down around me as she came, and I laughed even as I fucked into her, hard and punishing. “Coming already, Isabella?”

Her legs wound around me, doing all that she could to hold on to me, and it made me laugh even harder. My body clapped against hers almost painfully, chasing the pleasure of her silken walls clutching around me.

“Lorenzo,” she panted. “Closer,please.”

I shook my head and tightened my grip on her wrist. I knew she would have bruises, and Iwantedto see my marks covering her, claiming her. I was going to the animal place in my head that was all hunger and violence and instinct, and I was going to yank her with me. “Come for me again,” I commanded.

“I can’t,” she panted. “I need more!”

I let her wrists go, but only so that I could maneuver her onto her belly. It wasn’t the first time I had taken her just like that—it wasn’t even the second—but right away, I knew that it was a mistake. She stiffened and dug her fingers into the sheets beneath her hands, but the way her body shook had nothing to do with being turned on. Fuck. “Dolcezza,” I murmured and helped her to sit back up.

Isabella pressed her hand against her chest, as if to slow her racing heart. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

Hushing her, I swept the hair out of her eyes. “You’re safe,” I told her. “You’re not in that bathroom. You’re here with me.” Icupped her chin and made her look at me. It took a moment for her eyes to focus in, but I saw it the moment she recognized me.

“Lorenzo.” She nearly climbed into my lap. She tried to kiss me, but I shifted back. “Why?”

“We should stop.”

She shook her head, squirming against me. I had to bite back a groan. My cock hadn’t gotten the message just yet. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Isabella.” She wriggled again, and this time, I did groan. I gripped her, forcing her to stillness. “We shouldn’t do this right now.”

She glared at me. “I’mfine,” she insisted. “I panicked for a second, but I know where I am, and who I’m with.” Her bottom lip became a luscious pout, and I loosened my grasp just enough for her to rock against me again. I could feel her wetness against my thigh. “You know how much I love it when you fuck me like that.”

I ground my teeth together. “I should spank you for not listening.”

“So, why don’t you?” she asked, eyebrow raised in challenge.

I stared at her for a long moment. “Get on your belly.”

Isabella smiled, and it was a vicious thing. She pulled out of my arms and flipped onto her front, arching her ass upward. There wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t take that invitation. “Fucking brat.” My palm landed on her ass with a satisfyingthwack, and a guttural sound was torn from her throat.

“Do it again,” she demanded.

I grabbed her hips and shoved back inside of her. Isabella’s spine bowed, and she cried out. “You’re so needy… Aren’t you?” My voice was close to a growl as my lips brushed against her ear.

She whimpered and rocked back into my thrusts. “Yes,” she sobbed. She sounded broken, but I knew that I could push her even further, that shewantedme to.

I pulled her arms behind her back and shoved her chest down into the mattress. Isabella was babbling, lost in her pleasure again. Heat was growing in my gut, but I needed to feel her let go again before I gave into my own pleasure.

With my free hand, I spanked her, even harder than before, and that little spark of pain was enough for her to throw her head back as she came again. Her orgasm triggered my own, and I groaned, hips jerking against her ass as I rode out the sensation.

We froze for a moment, and then I pulled away from her slowly. I collapsed onto the mattress beside her and, almost blindly, tugged her so that she was lying across my chest. I could feel her heart thumping against my own. “How was that for holding back?” I asked.

Isabella shivered and laughed all at the same time. “You pull that out of me,” she said softly.

“What?”

She shifted so that I could see her eyes. “My head goes hazy when you touch me,” she said, “and I wanted to fight it so badly at first, but I can’t. It all feels too good.” Her lips brushed against my chest. “Why does it feel this good?”

It was a good question. I wished I had the answer. The only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t think I could let it end.

CHAPTER 39

Lorenzo

“Lorenzo Vitali,” Father David greeted as he stepped into the foyer. I clasped his outstretched hand and patted him on the shoulder. “You finally let me come visit.”

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