Page 43 of One Savage Union

“First, I’m going to feast, and then I’m going to fuck you long and hard. When I’m done, you can play me something on my piano.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. Instead, he places both his hands on my body, one on each of my thighs, and he spreads me wide. My knees hit the table, and I’ve never been so open and exposed to anyone. He leans down, takes a deep breath while sniffing my sex. It’s the filthiest and most erotic thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Not being able to see only heightens my arousal, and I realize that was his plan the entire time.

When he presses down on the top of my sex, it makes the balls scrape against my walls, and I moan in pleasure. He chuckles before reaching in and pulling the balls out. He holds them in front of my face, and they’re glistening with my arousal.

“Lick them clean.” He orders. I’m so turned on that I do it without question. My sweet, musky scent makes me vibrate with even greater need. When I’ve licked them clean, he groans his approval and throws the balls over his shoulder before getting to work.

There are no gentle licks or swipes on my clit. Rocco dives in and tastes me from ass to clit and backs down again with strong, firm licks before placing his thumb and index finger on my nubto pinch. The pain is sharp, but then he uses his tongue to lick all around my folds before fucking me with his tongue.

I’m losing my mind.

I squirt, and cum gushes from me as I convulse and thrash. His tongue continues to go in and out while he pinches and alternately rubs my clit until my body shakes uncontrollably and my voice is hoarse. The orgasm is strong and violent, probably because he made me wait so long to have it. When I come down from my high, I register the sound of a condom packet ripping open before I feel his thick shaft push into me.

“Oh fuck,” he says as he draws all the way out and slams back into me ever so slowly. He repeats the motion, even slower, and I’m so full and hot that I feel as though I will combust right on the table.

I call out his name, but he doesn’t answer; he continues to work me over, slow stroke after slow stroke. I know if I don’t do something soon, I might die from the need to cum. So, I lock my legs around his back and push him into me while I squeeze my pussy tight. It causes his concentration to stumble.

“Harder… faster…” I pant, and he obliges.

Never one to give up control for long, he pushes down on my stomach, pinning me to the cherry wood table. He leans his torso over to spread my thighs even wider while he slams into me with reckless abandon. I moan and shake my head from side to side as my walls clench.

“That’s it, Lucia. Come for me, come for me right now.”

And I do, my God, I do. There’s no other choice as my screams echo through the house. Then he joins me with a shout and jerks inside of me. I feel the condom fill and the throbbing of his cock against my now relaxed walls.

He gives me a few last strokes before he collapses over me on the table. Our breathing is harsh as we try to catch our breath and slow our heart rates.

There’s nothing left to say.

My husband fucked me into next week and I’m ready to do it again.

Rocco gets up first and unties my blindfold. He kisses each closed eye before slapping one of my breasts, which shakes me out of my sex-induced stupor.

“Let’s go, dirty girl, you owe me a song. I’m in the mood for Verdi.”

14

ROCCO

“Listen, you little Romano shit—if my daughter isn’t released in the next twenty-four hours, I’ll gut you like a pig and blow your entire fucking family into particles so small the vultures will choke on the dust.”

Matteo Ricci’s fury is all heat and hollow threats.

I spin in my leather chair, slow and lazy, letting my twenty-four-karat gold fidget spinner whir between my fingers. To him, I look like a man half-listening. In truth, I stopped hearing him completely about ten seconds ago.

Because in my head?

Lucia is playingLa donna è mobile.

That goddamn aria—the one she drifted into on the piano after I’d bent her over my dining table and fucked her senseless.

I asked her to play a song for me.

She snatched my goddamn soul.

She sat there, ass still red from my hand, fingers trembling as she coaxed that melody into the air like she was conjuring magic instead of notes.

I’ve been haunted by it ever since.

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