He was falling in love with this woman. Actually, that was inaccurate, he wasn’t just falling for this woman—he was in love with this woman. He had been in love with her from the moment he had seen her. Knew the life she had lived. One picture had made him want to take care of her, love her, to show her life could be better. When it came to Lucia, he wanted to make her world better, show her there was no need to be afraid. He’d take care of anything.
He’d make her world the best fucking place it could be, and he would do so because he loved her, and she meant the fucking world to him.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucia laughed, and she giggled.
“Stop. Stop. Stop.”
Boone’s laughter echoed around the room and Lucia couldn’t stop giggling.
“You’re not playing fair.” She tried to wriggle out of his arms, but there was no use. He was in control, and he held her down. They were playing, and it felt so good to let loose. Betty was still in her bed, fast asleep.
Lucia didn’t even know what had happened for them to start playing like this. Boone was so adorable, and she saw a weakness as he lifted up. Taking the opportunity that struck her, she pushed him back and he fell to the bed. There was no way she beat him, he was the one who let her win, as she moved to straddle his waist. She cupped his face, then leaned in and kissed him.
This felt ... strange. It felt so good to be in charge, being able to touch him freely. He put his hands on her thighs, then stroked up her body until he cupped her tits. She let out a moan, whimpering. He pinched her nipples, and she moaned.
Between her thighs, she felt the hard ridge of his cock. Another moan escaped her, and she wanted to feel him inside her. Lifting up, she didn’t know how she suddenly felt this bold, but she reached for his cock. Being with Boone made her feel so alive and free.
“That’s it, Beautiful,” he said.
Lining the tip of his cock to her entrance, she started to lower herself, and Boone had a grip on her hips, guiding her. She stared at him and was completely captured by his brown eyes. All she wanted to do was sink into them.
She loved this man, and she had this overwhelming feeling of never wanting to live in the world without him.
His grip tightened on her hips and he guided her down onto his length. She sunk her teeth into her lip.
“No, let me hear the sounds,” he said.
She let go of her lip and moaned. She didn’t want him to stop as he continued to thrust up to meet her. Holding onto his shoulders, she slid down, fucking onto his length, taking more of him. Boone groaned. His hands worked over her ass, then around to her hips. When he reached between her thighs and began to stroke her clit, Lucia cried out.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then I want you to come all over my cock, Lucia. Come all over my dick, let me feel it.”
She felt that peak and was already climbing toward it. There was no holding back, not that she wanted to. She couldn’t stop herself. The pleasure built until she went right over the edge.
Boone held her as she came in his arms, but he didn’t stop. Within seconds, he had her on her back, and he thrust hard and deep inside her, filling her over and over. She looked up, even with the aftershocks of pleasure rushing through her, she watched as he came apart. She felt the kick of his cock as he pulsed within her.
Boone collapsed against her, his face pressing against her neck, and seconds later they heard Betty whimpering.
Lucia laughed. “I’ll go.”
“I can do it.”
“No, no, I’ll go and let her outside.”
Boone kissed her lips. “I’ll carry her downstairs.”
Who was this man? He had filled the whole Bonaldi family with fear, and yet he would take the time to carry a dog downstairs.
She quickly pulled on a robe, as Boone pulled on a pair of sweatpants. They walked downstairs, and she rushed toward the door. Betty trotted out, and Boone stepped out into the cold morning. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Go and get a shirt on,” Lucia said, with a chuckle.
As Boone left, Frank stepped out into the yard. He had two mugs of coffee and handed one to her.