Page 77 of Unrelenting
“Gattina, I’m so sorry.”
She looks up at me, and I struggle to hold on to my temper. Her cheek is swollen, bruised. I sit on the bed next to her and take her hand.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“You can help me forget.”
“What do you mean?” I think she wants me to get her drunk but then she makes her intent obvious by reaching for my belt. I put my hand over hers to stop her unbuckling it. “Lucia, I don’t think this is the time.”
“It’s the perfect time,” she argues. “I need you, Lorenzo.”
Despite my reservations, I don’t stop Lucia when she gets to her feet and strips off her clothes. My cock gets hard as I allow my eyes to wander over every inch of her beautiful body. I want to grab her, throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless but I hold back. She’s running the show for now.
Lucia straddles my lap and kisses me hard. Her tongue ravages my mouth, asserting her claim on me. I try to take over, to slow the kiss, but she tangles a hand in my hair and presses her lips more firmly to mine.
Groaning with desperate need, she unfastens my pants. She trails her fingers slowly down my front and slips her hand into my jeans. She strokes my cock and I struggle to maintain control.
I raise my hips and shove my clothing out of the way. Lucia raises herself up and then slowly sinks onto my cock, taking it one inch at a time until I’m deep inside her.
Gasping in pleasure, she rocks her hips, establishing a smooth, steady rhythm. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me as she quickens her pace.
“It’s not enough.” She pulls her lips from mine. “I need more. I need you to fuck me hard.”
Lifting her with me, I get to my feet and toss her onto the bed. She spreads her legs wide in invitation as I strip off my clothes. I grab her ankles and tug her to the edge of the bed. I pull her legs up around my waist and plunge deep into her delectable body. Lucia moans as I slide in and out slowly.
“Harder, Lorenzo. I need you.”
Her plea is impossible to deny. Driving into her more ruthlessly, I yank her hips toward me to meet my thrusts. Lucia flings an arm over her face and I slap her thigh.
“Don’t hide from me,” I say harshly.
Lucia removes her arm from her face, raising it over her head. She clutches her bedsheets as she writhes in pleasure. Hermouth twists and she whimpers with a need I’m happy to satisfy. Sliding my hand between her legs, I rub her clit.
Her response is immediate. With a cry that’s half agony, half ecstasy, her legs tighten around my waist as her orgasm takes hold. I come seconds later, Lucia’s tight pussy clamping own on my cock, milking me dry.
Taking care not to hurt her, I pull out and drop onto the bed beside her. Lucia immediately snuggles close and I welcome her into my embrace.
“Are you okay,gattina?”
I feel her nod against my chest. “That’s just what I needed.”
While I’m glad to have taken her mind off everything for a few minutes, it’s not enough. Rossini’s actions demand retribution.
“I’ll make him pay, Lucia. I swear it.”
Pushing off me, she sits up. She looks down at me with obvious disapproval. “I don’t want that, Lorenzo.”
I sigh and sit up next to her. “I can’t let him get away with this. An attack on my woman can’t go unpunished.”
“Your woman?” Her lips purse in annoyance. “So that’s what this is about, your ego?”
It’s not just a question of ego. It’s bad for business to allow someone to strike a blow at us and not retaliate.
“Lucia…”
She holds up a hand and I stop to let her speak.
“I don’t want to hear your eye for an eye bullshit or whatever you’re about to say.”
