Page 105 of Wicked Tricks

“Fucking hell, Rome,” he groaned into my ear as he slowed his pace.

He picked me up, laying me onto the marble kitchen island. The cold stone made me shiver as Antoni climbed on top of it too, leaning over me and ducking to take a breast into his mouth before he made his way to my lips.

He pushed his way inside of me again, and my eyes rolled back from the feeling. A year of this, and I still wasn’t sick of it. I still couldn’t get enough of him.

My fingers dug into his muscular shoulders as he pumped in and out, my screams and moans drowning out any noise that was still coming from the basement.

We moved together on top of the counter, pressing our bodies as close together as they could possibly get. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough.

“I want to be inside of you forever,” Antoni panted into my ear. His warm breath tickled my skin, and he planted his lips against my neck.

“Forever,” was all I could manage through my ragged breath.

I could feel it rising within me as he pressed his forehead against mine. My moans only grew louder, and I pressed a palm against my mouth to quiet myself. He ripped my hand away, he hated when I was quiet.

“Let them hear,” he growled, “let them hear what I do to you.”

My head tilted back, trying to glance out the window to make sure no one was watching. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Keep your fucking eyes on me, I want to see those honey-eyes roll back when you come.”

I nodded, and did as I was told.

During sex was the only time I seemed to be able to do that.

The screams coming from downstairs only got louder and louder, as did mine. It was a sick competition.

My toes curled as Antoni arched over me, his grunts and groans whispering against my neck.

One blood-curdling scream escaped from beneath us, and l clenched around him. Shuddering and scratching as I came.

“Good girl,” he drawled, before he tensed one last time and let go deep inside of me. My legs still quivered as I came down from the high of my orgasm. Antoni let his arms go limp and he laid himself against my chest as we caught our breath.

We laid together silently on the marble counter, only our ragged breathing filling the silence. It took a beat before we realised that the noises from the basement had also finished.

With one deep breath, Antoni got up and pulled his pants back on. I rolled to the side and watched him as he latched his belt, and I admired his perfect body.

My eyes trailed upwards, from his torso to his face and I noticed he was watching me - with that same stupid smile he always wore around me.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head, “nothing.”

He rolled his eyes, picking my robe up from it’s mess on the ground and throwing it over his shoulder. Turning back to me, he put his arms under my torso and picked me up off of the counter.

He carried me silently back to our bedroom, placing me gently onto the bed.

I stretched out across the large mattress, patting the spot next to me.

Antoni threw himself onto the bed, causing me to bounce half-way off of the thing. He chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind my ear as he watched me.

“I love you,” he sighed, trailing his finger down my shoulder.

“I love you too,” I said quietly.

“I should go check on the situation downstairs,” he mumbled, looking over his shoulder and towards the door.

“Do you want me to come?”

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