Page 29 of The Italian's Pregnant Enemy (A Diamond in the Rough)

He pushed his hand down the rest of the way, into her panties, between her legs. He found her slick there, hot and clearly needy.

She gasped, arching her hips upward, and he began to stroke her slowly.

He watched her face, that beautiful, familiar face, flushed with pleasure.

He did not often make love to women he knew. In fact, he didn’t think he ever had.

Yes, he had associations with women that lasted through multiple trysts, but he never got to know the woman. He knew Lyssia. He knew where she came from. He knew how she had grown up. He’d been in her childhood home. He had watched her grow from a quiet child to a sulky teenager, to a beautiful woman.

He knew her.

He knew her father, he respected her father. He knew that if her father were to find out about this that... It would compromise the only real relationship that he had in his life, and here he was.

This was sweeter for knowing her. And he would never have said that that was the case when it came to sex, but now it was.

He stroked her, and she removed her hand from him, clenching those fingers into fists and letting her head fall back as she continued to roll her hips in time with the movement.

“Do you like my touch?” he asked.

“Yes,” she panted.

“What do you want?”

“You,” she said.

“Be brave,” he ground out.

He was poised on the brink of destruction. Past his own breaking point, for if he had not broken he wouldn’t be here. He would not have sold himself for this.

But what a prize. Worth the cost.

He could think of nothing but this. Of how much he wanted her.

There was nothing outside this space. No consequence, nothing.

“You inside of me,” she panted. “Please.Please.”

He growled, pushing a finger deep inside of her, and she moaned with pleasure, throwing her forearm over her eyes as the beginnings of an orgasm began to ripple through her.

He pushed a second finger inside her and pushed her over the edge. She gasped, then cried out, biting her lip, her eyes still covered by her forearm.

“Dario,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he ground out.

And when she shattered, it was complete. When she shattered, he felt himself lose his tether on his control.

He wanted Lyssia Anderson, and he was going to have her.

CHAPTER SIX

LYSSIACOULDN’TBELIEVEthis was happening. She couldn’t believe that Dario had just touched her to orgasm, that she had demanded he do so.

What was wrong with her?

She didn’t know herself. Or perhaps what was worse was she did. She felt like there had been a great veil ripped away. She felt like all of the lies that she had told herself for all of this time had been burned to the ground. Sizzled over an open flame like a bunch of emergency sausages.

She was at sea.

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