Page 43 of Savage King

There is that deep chuckle again, so fucking sexy. I place her on the bed, my hand dives between her legs, and I find her… soaked, soaked for me.

I push out of my joggers while she pulls my shirt off me, then I work on hers, staring breathless at her perfect, naked body. Her heaving breasts.

"Fuck, you're hot."

She smiles and crabwalks backward on the bed, using her elbows. A small wince betrays that she's still hurt from the cut on her shoulder. I pull her back by her ankles and flip her over, grabbing her hips. I move her sumptuous ass up in the air. Grabbing one cheek in each hand, I revel in her pliant flesh while a deep moan escapes her.

"Antonio," she begs.

My hands rove up her back, my jaw clenches at the sight of her bandage, but I push those thoughts away for now. The bastard will pay for this later.

Unable to help myself, I grab fistfuls of her cheeks in my hands again. I slap one perfect globe, then rub the red spot while a deep moan escapes her. Fuck, she’s fucking perfect. I position myself by her entrance and hope to God she is telling the truth about not being sore anymore, because I've reached the point of no return.

I push in, using what is left of my willpower to go slow, but she won't have any of that. With an anguished groan, she pushes herself up onto my dick, right to the hilt.

The sight of her riding my cock is so damn hot I nearly lose it. I grab a fistful of her brown tresses and turn her head. Leaning over, I devour her lips while she gyrates against me.

The fire inside me grows and grows, threatening to burn me completely. I need her to come, now. I need to release inside her; otherwise, I'll go mad. I'm already so fucking far gone that I haven’t remembered to put a condom on, either time. Fuck. That has never happened to me before. I've always been careful not to put little illegitimate DeLunas into this world. But the idea of hergrowing round and fat with my baby inside her drives me even more insane.

With a grunt, I let go of her hair, lean back, and grab her hips. Hard. I'm probably going to leave bruises, and God help me, the idea of marking her as mine entices me even more.

Frantically, I move her hips up and down my shaft. The sensation of her tight walls fitting like a wet glove around my cock is nearly too much. Sweat rolls down in beads on my neck and forehead as I concentrate on not coming.

A low, drawn-out mewl followed by a scream, "Antonio!" announces that she's ready. Her walls mercilessly milk my cock now, and I'm lost, so completely lost. My grip on her hips intensifies, and I'm adrift in the pleasure coursing through me. My balls constrict as they release my seed into her. Her body quivers underneath me, her breaths are deep and fast, and I roar as I climax.

Dizziness and the most incredible sensation of pleasure and happiness consume me as I collapse on top of her, kissing her back and panting while keeping most of my weight off her.

Her head is turned to the side, and small strands of hair blow up and down in sync with her fast breaths. Her eyes are closed, but that Mona Lisa smile is playing along her lips, increasing my already erratic heartbeat another notch. I put that smile on her lips. Me!

With a sucking sound, I pull out of her. Flipping her over once again, I arrange her so that she can rest on top of my chest. The only sounds in the room come from our gradually slowing breaths and small sighs of happiness.

I've only known her for a few days, but she’s already fully dug under my skin, and I can feel her encroaching on my heart. A heart that has been dead for so long that I didn't think it was still capable of the smallest of emotions. Apparently, it is, and I'm not sure if that is a curse or a blessing. Because this little, five-foot-nothing, a hundred-pounds-soaking-wet woman is quickly becoming the number one priority in my life.

I wakein the middle of the night because I have to use the bathroom. Once I detangle myself from Antonio, whose body is draped over mine like an octopus, and finish my business, I realize I'm wide awake.

Not wanting to wake Antonio, I steal a blanket off the couch and step through the veranda doors onto the large balcony. Huddled in the blanket, I stare at the most amazing view.

I'm not exactly sure where we are. I was out when Carlos's goons took me to God knows where, and the car ride from there to here was a blur. All I know is that I was taken in New York City. I haven't been out of the city much, but it looks like we're at least still in the state of New York. But what do I know? We could be in North Carolina. It doesn't matter; the view is breathtaking.

Down below the balcony is a deck with fancy lounge chairs, a table setting with a fireplace in the center, a full-sized bar, and a barbeque pit that looks more like a kitchen. Next to the deck is an Olympic-sized infinity pool with more lounge chairs surrounding it.How many people come here to visit? This place puts any resort to shame.

The infinity pool looks like it drops right into the large lake behind it, but I know that's just an optical illusion. A deck leads out to a collection of boats: a small yacht, a speedboat, a rowboat, and even a canoe.

Surrounding all this is a thick, deep forest. If it weren't for some lights shining through the trees here and there, I could almost imagine that we are alone, miles from civilization.

A quick breeze makes me shiver but wakes me up even more, reminding me of the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. I've never before let myself go like this. I don't even recognize the woman who so wantonly responded to Antonio. And did I really ask him about joining the mafia? Ugh.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I've been through a very traumatic event, met the most incredible man, and we had the most mind-blowing sex. That would wreak havoc with anybody's mind.

Right?

The problem is, I feel like I'm thinking straighter than I ever have before. What those men did to me… for a moment, I allow myself to remember how helpless and powerless I felt dangling from the ceiling. Just as helpless as when Mom took the switch to me, only a hundred times worse because whatever Mom did, I knew she wouldn't kill me. These men, though?

The same rush of anger that kept me alive bubbles back up inside me. How dare those men play God? They could have killed me—would have, if Antonio hadn't come. I don't know much right now, but I do know that I never, ever, want to be this helpless again. Maybe joining the mafia is taking that a step too far, but I'm sure there are other things Antonio can teach me to defend myself better next time, like when he took me to the gun range.

Wait! Next time?

I lick my dry lips.

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