Page 22 of The Devil's Touch
My fingers hovered on her chest, tension coursing through my veins.Her small hands rested on mine.It was her way of telling me that she was with me.
“I didn’t know you had a son.I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t seen him the other day.”Her voice was quiet, and I didn’t miss the cautiousness in it.
“I had him when I was twenty.My father didn’t want his grandson to be born outside of the Cosa Nostra.He believed it was the universe’s way of granting me an heir.His mother was just a woman I had a random one-night stand with, so it was easy to pay her off after she gave birth to him,” I explained, tracing circles around her chest.
“Why do you hate him?”she whispered.
That struck a nerve.“I don’t hate my son,” I hissed.“I’m just mad at him.”
“Why?”
“Luciano is irresponsible.I have tried so many times to get him to commit to building the family’s legacy but he’s so adamant.Times without number, he’s done something to soil the family name and I have had to clean up his messes.He’s a stubborn, petulant child who thinks he knows what’s best.”I gritted my teeth.
Luciano was a sore topic.I have tried to bend him to my will, but he has insisted that he wanted no part of my legacy.
Silvana casually kissed our entwined hands.“He mentioned something about adogthe other day...”
“Damien.”I answered curtly.“Damien is my adopted son.He’s also my right-hand in the family.I found him on the streets when he was just ten, the same age as Luciano then.Damien has proven to be more of a son than him...”
“That’s the problem,” she interjected.“In your quest to prove something to him, you have constantly chosen Damien over him and made him feel like an outcast.He’s your son.He doesn’t have toproveto be a Romano before he is a Romano.”
Her words struck me in the gut.
“I know you love him, baby.But this tough love, this tough act, you are going to have to let it go if you want a relationship with your son.”Silvana spoke her truth, her voice soft, weaponized to melt away the frosty cracks surrounding my heart.
“Has it ever occurred to you that his rebellion is just a way to get your attention?To feel like he matters to you?”she added.
“Just...”she trailed off, sighing.“Talk to him.You’ll see.”
A long silence hung between us, hers not born out of awkwardness but because she wanted to give me the space to process everything she said.
“Turn around,” I murmured, stroking my fingers on her hip curves.
Silvana obliged, her perky boobs flashing in my face.Her hair was a little messy, some strands wet, sticking to her skin.Her sultry green eyes bore into mine, reeking with desire, hunger, and passion.
I bit down on my lips, suppressing a groan as my eyes traced the slopes of her breasts tipped with hardened rosy pink nipples.They heaved slightly, aching to have my lips wrapped around them.
I reached for a nipple, pinching it softly.
She sucked in a breath, her gaze following the movement of my fingers as they swept the sticky strands of her hair over her shoulder.My fingers clasped around her nape, pushing her face close until our noses were brushing, until she was the only thing that I could breathe in.
“Dom,” she breathed.
“I want you to ride me,” I murmured, kissing her softly.
There was something undoubtedly raw about this moment—something that made me want to live in it as much as I could and savor every piece of it.
I pushed myself up, slowly digging my fingers into her hip to help her sink down my hard, aching length.A moan ripped from her throat, slowly, painfully, echoing through the large bathroom.
She tossed her head back.“Fuck.”
I’d never get tired of being inside her.My cock was stretching her out, getting accustomed to her warm, wet walls all over again.It didn’t matter if I came home every night and fucked her face flat into the pillow and writhing with sobs.I was obsessed with this woman and I could never get tired of claiming her.
“Always so tight and ready for me,” I rasped against her lips.
Silvana sank up and down my length so slowly, taking her time to relish in the power she had over me.Her plump lips were parted in sheer pleasure, her eyes drifting shut as she proceeded to bite down on those lips.
“More.God.More.”
