Page 52 of Stolen Kisses
Relentlessly she moved against me, completely letting go. Holding me prisoner and captive to her lust, but also giving herself to me.
Maria Ferrara giving herself to me.
She was wild, so sexy and she was mine.
Body to body we moved trapped in ecstasy and the hunger that took us for each other.
It pummeled us over the edge. Then it happened, the high came and we reached the pinnacle of pleasure. I wanted more and didn’t want to finish, but exhaustion betrayed me, her too. I couldn’t hold back. I hammered into her, slamming in rough strokes that sent us plummeting into the raw waves of passion.
Fire licked at my skin, combustible fire and I thundered into her like a storm, my release spilling into her as she came too digging her nails deep into my skin.
I held her close to me, keeping her there wishing I could hold her like this forever.
It was a nice thought.
I tried to pull back, but she kept me there, holding me too. She held on to me like she never wanted to let me go.
Holding me like she wanted me to keep her safe and protect her.
I just wouldn’t know from what.
* * *
Taking her back to Vira felt like being issued with the death sentence.
Knowing I shouldn’t be doing something, yet I was still doing it.
I drove the Ferrari this time and when we parked I noticed men going into the brothel next door and coming out.
One coming out had the audacity to look at her as she stepped out of the car. Then he saw me, looked like he recognized me and practically fled.
I was still looking at him even after he’d run down the road.
Fucking asshole, the whole lot of them.
I didn’t want her here.
She looked at me like she could read my mind.
“I’m moving tomorrow. Away from here. It’s not that far, so I’ll still be able to get to work.” She smiled and nodded.
I looked at her. I’d allow her to believe she was working for me since she insisted, but nothing was further from the truth.
I’d allow her to think she was moving anywhere besides with me too and probably let her stay wherever this new place was for a few days. Not for too long though, not long enough to get settled. Then I’d get her and Flynn and take them home with me.
“What?” she asked and gave me a little smile.
“I’m just listening to you.”
“And thinking what?”
“Don’t worry about that baby. All in due time except I’m not completely going at the slow as shit pace we’ve been running on for the last twenty years.”
She laughed. “Dante I met you when I was eight, we couldn’t have done anything then.”
“Whatever, different strokes for different folks. We’re doing things my way now. Another twenty years and I doubt I’d be able to give you the night we had last night.”
She started laughing, but stopped when the door swung open.
