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I touch his chest and abs, letting my fingersplay as his body shifts in response. He takes my hand and brings my wrist tohis lips, kissing it softly. Then he lowers his body over mine, fitting ourhips together, kissing my mouth with long, languid strokes of his tongue. I’mlightheaded and blissed out, so when the blunt, wide head of his cock nestlesagainst me, I’m relaxed, and when he shifts his hips, pushing in just a little,I open my mouth and sigh.

“Okay?”

His serious eyes find mine in the gloom and Inod, arching my neck to kiss the corner of his lips, making him sigh. Thepressure is good, but what’s better is the way he looks at me like I’m the mostprecious woman in the world. The pure adoration in his gaze is like a drug thatworms its way through my veins and into my heart. He strokes my hair away frommy face, cupping my cheeks with his big, calloused hands. He licks theunderside of my lip and I tremble, knowing that this is the calm before the storm.“Are you ready, sweet girl?”

How can I be ready for a man like Antonio?

My world is in pieces.

I’m still his prisoner.

He’s nearly twice my age, and a mafiaassassin.

This could be the most foolish thing I’ve everdone, but it feels right.

His violent hands cradle me. His savage mouth kissesme tenderly.

“Yes,” I breathe.

And then he pushes inside me.

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ANTONIO

PLAY WITH ME

Aemelia is my first sweet little virgin, andthe feeling of claiming her, of being her only, chases my heart between myribs.

Her body is so small and lithe beneath mine,her tight pussy almost too much for me to bear. She cries out as I thrustinside her hard enough to break through her hymen, and I feel it tear as shewhimpers. I kiss her mouth, stroke her face, and try to soothe away the pain asshe stares up at me like she doesn’t quite believe what is happening. I don’tbelieve it, either.

I rise onto my knees to look at the placewe’re joined, and the sight of me buried deep inside her unravels me. My handsshake where they grip her hips, and she trembles beneath me. A streak of bloodruns along the condom and I wince at her pain, slowing my movements.

“Are you okay?”

“Antonio,” she whispers. “Yes.” Her voice is theonly thing that can cut through the daze I’m in. I rest my hand over her bellyas I slowly withdraw, feeling the invasion of my body into hers through herflesh. I take her hand and press it under mine. “Feel that,” I say. “Feel memove inside you.”

She closes her eyes, and her lips part as Islowly draw myself in and out.

“How?” she gasps. “You're so…”

“Big, and you're so…”

“Full,” she says.

Full. Yes. Full of me.

I slick my thumb over my tongue and press itto her clit, feeling it swell as I tease in slow circles, lost in the tightnessof her body around mine. Lost in a moment I could never have predicted.My throat burns with wanting her, even though I have her.She’s mine at this moment, but after…

She touches my chest, her fingers drifting down over thescars on my body, the war-wounds this underworld life has tarnished me with.Her brow furrows, like touching them causes her pain, and I lower myself overher so she doesn’t have to look at them anymore. “Kitten,” I whisper, grazingher lips with mine, rubbing the tip of my nose over hers. “You make me ache.”

It’s the truth. I was dead inside, and then she cameinto my life, and all I can think about, all I want, all I need, is her.

Her arms go around my back, drawing me closer. Her legsspread wider to accommodate our closer contact, her feet pressing to my ass,urging my thrusts harder than I thought she could take. I grind into her, andshe moans, and I lick her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin, marking herlike an animal.

When she cries out like she’s in pain, I stop moving,only to feel the rippling clasp of her pussy around me, and the knowledge thatI gave her such pleasure for the first time tears away the last of myrestraint. I move inside her, using her body, desperate to drive myself intothe oblivion I know is coming.

I gather her in my arms so there’s no space between ourslick bodies, and when I come, it’s with a cry that could wake the dead fromtheir graves.

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