Page 8 of Unrelenting
I knew it the moment Lucia first glared at me. This is the woman I want, the one who’ll warm my bed and give me heirs. She’ll stand by my side for better or worse. It’s as certain as the sun rising tomorrow.
When she wriggles to free herself from my embrace, I carefully pull my cock out of her and spin her around. Her face is flushed, her hair wild. Some of it has come loose from her ponytail, so I pull the elastic from it to let it all down.
With crimson cheeks and a dazed expression, she looks thoroughly fucked and more beautiful than ever.
As she moves to step around me, I sling my arm around her waist and pull her back to my side.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
A crease appears at the bridge of her nose. “You’re not?”
Did she think this was going to be a one and done situation?
“No, I’m not finished with you, Lucia.” I bend to put my arm beneath her legs as I lift her off her feet. “I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”
THREE
Lucia
I was naïveto think Lorenzo would be content with wringing a single orgasm out of me.
Though he’s just given me the most intense climax I’ve experienced in my life, he’s the type of man who needs to test a woman’s limits, to push to see how much she can take. He won’t be finished with me until I’m in a boneless heap on the floor.
As he effortlessly sweeps me up into his arms, I gasp. He carries me across the room and lays me out on one of the long wooden tables like he’s about to feast on me.
Never once releasing me from his penetrating stare, he steps back and strips off his shirt, drawing my attention to the fact he’s been fully dressed all this time while I was completely naked.
It’s a stark reminder of the power imbalance between us. Lorenzo oozes dominance and control. Though I would never describe myself as submissive, it's undeniable that my instinct is to yield to him.
While I watch him undress, I note the tattoos on his muscular chest and arms. Given the type of man he is, I’d haveexpected violent imagery. I thought there would be grotesque skulls, eyeballs dripping with blood, knives, something like that.
The tattoos on his hands are simple Roman numerals, but the other designs he’s chosen to ink on his body are quite beautiful. Whoever did this has an incredible eye for detail. The workmanship is exquisite.
A forest scene creeps up one arm. Trees climb toward his shoulders, where birds fly free. His other arm features black and red roses, their petals singed at the edges. Both designs spill out across his shoulders and onto his chest, meeting in the middle. The effect is mesmerizing. It’s hard for me to take my eyes off him.
“Who did your tattoos?” I ask.
“My brother.”
“Damiano did that?” I’ve only encountered his oldest brother a couple of times, but he seemed too buttoned-up to have such artistic flair.
Lorenzo shakes his head. “Gabriele.”
Ah, the brother who hasn’t been seen for over two years. He lives in Rome, but when the Volantes first came to Florence, he used to visit the city regularly. I heard he was scarred in a fight and has laid low ever since.
Lorenzo’s expression turns somber. He’s thinking about his brother, no doubt.
“He did an amazing job,” I say to rescue the situation as the atmosphere suddenly turns chilly. “They’re beautiful.”
Lorenzo’s cocky grin makes an appearance. The smile lights up his entire face, making him look years younger than twenty-eight.
He’s such a contradiction, a mass of darkness and light. Lorenzo is unpredictable, and that makes him hard to resist.
As he toes off his shoes and bends to remove his socks, I notice the silver chain around his neck. There’s a small pendantdangling from it, a Saint Christopher, perhaps. I almost laugh at the idea of a man like him expecting a saint to watch over him.
I prop myself up on my elbows. Nervous anticipation thrums through me as he strips off his pants and boxer shorts.
He’s only just been inside of me, so I know he’s big, but the breath still catches at the back of my throat when I get my first proper look at his long, thick cock. It’s fully erect again and as impressive as the rest of him.
