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She cries out, her pupils dilated, and I revel in the tightness that surrounds my cock.
Pulling out, I plunge into her again, her walls becoming even slicker with each thrust.
I increase the depth. And her pussy grips me, sending pleasure rocketing through me.
In her big brown eyes, I see intense desire and need reflecting back at me. And picking up the pace, I savor every sensation as I push deeper into her without restraint.
With one arm supporting my weight, my hand roams along her body—teasing, stroking, and caressing every inch of her skin.
As our bodies move in perfect sync, I know that she trusts me with the most intimate part of herself—and I’m going to make sure she experiences nothing but pure bliss in return.
When she’s with me like this, she’s no longer the same shy woman. Her captivating gaze meets mine, and I’m lost in the depths of her desire.
My rough fingers reach down between us and caress her clit to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. "I love playing with your sweet pussy,” I groan in a voice thick with pleasure.
Her response is a breathy moan, making me ache for her even more.
I take her nipple into my mouth and suck and nip at it until she cries out, savoring the way she arches beneath me and begs for more.
And as I pump relentlessly inside her, she shatters into ecstasy. She’s screaming my name and writhing beneath me.
I continue massaging her clit until she begs me to stop. And even then, I refuse until she is completely spent and satisfied.
Lying with her in my arms, I tell myself to remember that this won’t last. But even that’s not enough to make me stop now...
CHAPTER 31
CAMILLO
The next morning, we lie in my bed together, and Rosa’s finger plays with the empty space along her ring finger. The exact spot that the gaudy band should be.
It hasn’t escaped my attention she doesn’t wear it. I hadn’t seen it on her finger the first time we met, either. I didn’t ask then, and I’m not about to ask now. It never feels right to bring that looming blade above our heads. To bringhimup.
The fact remains that she’s a married woman—even if she has left her husband.
My hand tightens at her hip, needing to feel her beneath my hand. A compulsion to make sure that this is real.
“You’re quiet,” she whispers.
I look down at where she lies in my arms. The comforting familiarity is exciting and yet terrifying at the same time. This is different for me. Strange and unknown.
My lips press to her head where the strands are a golden perfection and no longer covered in cheap dye. I prefer her this way. Cheeksflushed, lips slightly swollen, and her blond hair fanned out around her gorgeous face. “It’s still early. You should go back to sleep,” I murmur.
“So should you.”
I shake my head. I’m too wound up. My head is a spiral of thoughts that I don’t know if I want to face. The emotions are a beast all of their own, but something in my chest beats to make Rosa mine. To have her as mine in a way that no one else can take. And that means dealing with that fucker.
Luckily, he’s stayed in his lane and left her alone for now. On my orders, our men have been keeping a close tab on him—and on Rosa when she’s out.
I want that fucker’s head on a silver platter.
But that isn’t possible right now. Because of Grayden’s connections—specifically due to him being Conor Davis’s son-in-law. Conor Davis is very important to our business right now, and we need to keep him on side.
I want to gag at the thought.
If our business dealings weren’t an issue, Grayden would already be six feet under, and I wouldn’t have to worry about how to make Rosa mine permanently. Instead, he hides behind others and plays his stupid games.
Why we ever wanted to bring Conor Davis, his pharmaceutical company, or his shitty money into the business, I’m not sure, but I’m not about to argue that point to Marco or Alessio. This is the way our world works. Roles need to be played. And questioning my capo isn’t in mine.