Page 83 of Veiled Amor

Oh, God. His rough voice was like listening to audio porn. It sent a shiver to every corner of her needful body. To get over her natural awkwardness of being naked in front of him, while he slid down her shorts, Lucia whipped the tank top over her head and dropped it to the floor. When she looked up, Capone was grinning a dirty-man smile.

“You are extraordinary,nena. I want to taste every inch of you.”

A tsunami shudder went through her.

The room filled with intensity when he came down over her, and their mouths met and opened. There was no other taste like Capone’s, and she savored every slick roll of his tongue.

“Please,” she begged between savage kisses.

Kisses that burst Lucia into flames.

The man on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee, was the closest she’d come to heaven, and she wasn’t about to have it ripped away from her now. Clasping the side of his face, she shared his air.

“Please fuck me.”

The sexual noise he emitted from low in his throat made her run wet.

TWENTY-THREE

“My sweet little fuck. Mine.” - Capone

That fateful day he’d tried so hard to forget was etched deep into Capone’s mind.

The flavor of her skin he’d memorized.

Still heard her cries of pleasure as he’d rammed her up the bed, and on the floor, and in the shower until she was covered in his come and hoarse from screaming his name.

It was a day that never should have happened, but Capone couldn’t find it in him to regret their actions because it was hands down the best sex of his life, and he’d hungered for Lucia ever since.

It was a fucking disease aching for a woman he shouldn’t want, knowing he was disrespecting his brother.

And now he was about to get another taste of her.

Another fix.

Signing his contract to go to Hell.

“I should be shot for the things I want to do to you.”

“You are not stopping,” she hissed, grabbing his shoulders and triggered a new pulse of arousal to hit his dick.Dios, she was gorgeous when she was fierce. “Fucking a bad boy is a rite of passage. I’m just several years late.”

She slew him open. “Mi amor, I’m not stopping. I’d crawl out of the grave for this moment with you.”

“Doallthe things. Please.”

“I’d give up everything I have to feel you tighten around my dick again.”

Sounding as pent up as he felt, she clutched the back of his head with her nails plunged into his hair, stroking her lips along his neck. “Make it happen.”

The sense of rightness always washed over him when their kisses turned syrupy. Capone had never felt the same about anyone else. Ever. He’d never even tried to find a match because he knew it didn’t exist.

“I need you.”

“Iwantyou.”

Kisses that went deep.

Touches that clawed a little too much.

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