Page 70 of His Vicious Desire

“Good.”He spits out the word.“That’s what you should be doing.Finding someone who is not in the mafia and far away from me.If you're going to tell your brother, let me know, so I have a chance to run.”

I roll my eyes, annoyed.“You're not going to run.By the time he finds out, he won't kill you.”

“What do you meanby the time he finds out?”

“What I mean,” I push off from the sofa and take three steps to be in front of him.He’s shaking his head.I want to smack him really hard on the back of his head so that maybe something will get sorted out in his mind.“There’s no turning your back on this.”

My hands go down to his shoulders, and I'm pushing him back as I lift one leg to the other side of him.He goes easily.He's been desperate for this moment since he walked into the room, the same as me.

He growls low in his chest.“Jesus Christ,” comes out of him like a swear word.“I can smell your needy pussy wet for me.”

I thought Jesus Christ was supposed to be a prayer.Interesting.I lower my hot, aching pussy to grind against his hard cock.I’m desperate for him inside me.

“Undo your pants, I need you,” I whisper against his ear,

“You are going to be the death of me.”His grip on my hips tighten until I'm positive he's going to leave bruises, and I glory in it.I want his touch all over me.I want anyone who sees my body to know it belonged to Gaetano first.

In a flurry of curse words and clothes, he frees his cock Ah, it's too easy I'm so wet.I find him, and he slips into me so easily, like a hot knife through butter.I slide down on him.

God, how could I have forgotten for even a moment how sizzling hot he feels inside me, so big, so big.Oh, it hurts so good.How can pain become pleasure?I don't understand that.We both moan at the sensation of him pushing into me.We’re skin to skin as I'm seated completely on him.God, it feels like he's in my stomach.

“Do you really think that this will never happen again?”I demand.“That you could deny me or you of how this feels.”

With a groan, he tears the shirt off me.”Christ, you're so beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”

Seconds later he sucks a puckered nipple inside his wet mouth, sucking until the point of pain, before dropping it and moving to my other needy breast.God, his mouth is driving me crazy.I begin grinding on his cock losing my breath every time his cock glides against my swollen clitoris.

“That’s my greedy girl.You need my cock this bad?How bad do you need it?Tell me, angel.”Black eyes have captured me and sucked me into the dark abyss where there is only us.Only his silky skin covered a thick matte of equally silky chest hair, only his air is my air as he kisses me as though he can’t go a second without our mouths meeting and mating.

“So bad, I need you so much.My pussy has felt so empty without you.I need you inside me, your hard cock molding me to fit you.The plastic silicone is nothing like you?—”

A big hand wraps around my neck and tightens in warning.“You used a vibrator to fuck yourself?”

It’s so fucking wrong to love how angry he is.I shouldn’t be thrilled at the rage burning within him.And I should absolutely not be smiling as I tell him, “I did.And all it did was make me wish it was you.”

“I’m going to destroy it.Do you understand me?”He draws me to within a centimeter of his mouth.“Nothing goes inside you but me.My cock and my tongue—that’s all you fucking get.Do you understand?”

I grind on him clenching around his cock.With a groan, he covers the inch separating us, and his mouth swallows me whole.“Then quit hiding from me.You awakened this need.I don’t want plastic, I want you.”

“Fuck me,” he demands.“Move your pretty ass up and down on my cock.Come on, angel.That’s my good girl.Yes, baby, you are.Fuck me harder with your greedy pussy.”

“Gaetano,” I pant, desperate for air.For his come to fill me full.“Harder, please harder.”I’m begging, I need more, alittlemore.

His hand works in between us and his thumb finds my clit and rubs.The move has me shooting off the precipice and down, down into the waves.I explode into tiny pieces when I hit the water and float.Seconds later, it hits me—his molten come marking me as his.I’m praying like I haven’t in years that this is the time he gives me his baby.Please, please let this be the time.

I hear the words from low in Gaetano’s chest.I know it's coming.I can't stop it, so I don't even try.His hands are back around my hips, pulling me off him, leaving me to stand on legs that cannot hold me up.I'm back on the couch again.

“Damn it.Bianca,” he growls as he zips up his pants.

I shrug.“Shouldn't you go get ready for when Sandro gets here?”

“This didn’t happen damn it.Itcan’thappen,” he snarls.“For the love of God, stay away from me.Because birth control or not I’m going to knock your ass up and that’s the last fucking thing we need to deal with.”

Pressing my lips closed, I don't dare reply.When he realizes I'm not going to say anything, He finally leaves.

The smile I didn’t dare let him see tells me I was right, he’s never going to be able to tell me no when it comes to making love.Good to know.

ChapterTwenty-One

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