Page 6 of Unrelenting
“There’s nowhere left to run, Lucia.”
Blinking rapidly as if trying to reset her thoughts, she stares up at me. Her lips part, and I take that as an invitation.
Bending my head, I kiss her. She tastes of vanilla and everything pure. I push my tongue into her mouth and explore a little before I realize I’m alone in this.
“Kiss me back,” I demand.
She doesn’t. Stubborn woman. I wrap her ponytail around my fist and yank her head back. Her eyes flash with fire. There’s anger there, but it doesn’t mask her desire. She enjoys being handled roughly. That’s something I can work with. It’s not as if I’m known for tenderness.
“Kiss. Me. Back.” The order is harsher, impossible to refuse, and this time she does as she’s told.
When I release my grip on her hair, she pushes up on her toes and kisses me. It’s tentative at first.
If I didn’t know better, I might think she lacked experience, but my brother insisted on digging into her background and revealed her three-year relationship with the nephew of a relatively minor Mafia don.
She was on track to marry Adriano Rossini until he was arrested for attempted murder.
My brother thinks it’s concerning that Lucia is rumored to have abandoned Rossini when he needed her the most. In our world, a woman is supposed to stand by her man.
I don’t give a shit what happened in her past. I’m not the person I was in my early twenties, and I doubt she is either. Adriano clearly wasn’t worthy of her undying loyalty, but I intend to make sure I am.
Putting thoughts of her previous relationships aside because they’re a mood killer, I deepen the kiss.
Lucia threads her fingers through my hair and gives a sharp tug. Fuck. I love that. She stiffens when I return the favor, pulling on her ponytail, then softens against me.
A moan slips out of her as I slide my hand beneath her starchy chef’s jacket to palm her breast. It’s not enough for me. I want to feel the warmth of her skin against my fingertips.
Breaking the kiss, I step back. Her work clothes do nothing for her body. I want to see what I know is concealed beneath these shapeless garments.
“Strip!” My command is firm, letting her know refusal to comply will not be tolerated.
Despite my order, she hesitates. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she takes a steadying breath.
Then she looks me straight in the eye as she unbuttons the stained white jacket, removing it to reveal a fitted beige t-shirt. She pulls it off over her head, and the sight of her plump breasts, only partially concealed by delicate lace, does not disappoint.
Lucia kicks off her shoes and slides those wide black trousers down to the floor. She steps out of them and unfastens her bra.
It’s not a sensual disrobing my any means, but my cock is getting harder by the second. As she drops her bra to the floor and takes off her panties, I’m in danger of losing control.
Her body is sheer perfection. Her arms are toned, her waist small. Long, lean legs are a testament to the work she puts into maintaining her figure. I’ve seen her running by the river. She pushes herself hard. It would be fun to chase her sometime.
“Beautiful,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Then don’t,” she replies with sudden boldness.
I grin, amused she thinks she’s a match for me. Grabbing her shoulders, I spin her around. She throws her arms out to brace herself against the wall.
I lean down to suckle on the delicate spot at the base of her neck until I’m sure to have left a mark. Then I trail my lips to her ear.
Can an ear be pretty? Hers is. I nip the lobe lightly with my teeth, and she shudders with desire.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask.
“Yes.”
That should make me happy because if she agrees, it means I can fuck her without a condom. But it irritates me to know she’s taken precautions.
It’s not that I want her to pop out a little Lorenzo anytime soon. It’s that she was thinking about the possibility of being fucked, and not necessarily by me.
