Page 14 of The Don
“Are you serious?”
“About which part?”
“You never had sex with your wife?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I’m ruthless enough to do what it takes to get what I want, but even I have limits.”
“But you… We…”
“I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Pure need. After you, nothing else can compare.” He lifts me against his body. I know what he wants because it’s what I want as well.
Together, we angle his dick toward my opening, and I sink down that delicious length.
“I kept thinking I should regret cheating on my ex with you, but I don’t.”
“Sending you away felt like ripping my heart from my chest over and over and over again,” he groans, and we start to move against one another.
“Then it was an even exchange,” I gasp.
I feel him smile against the side of my head. He uses the hand on my stomach to pull me back against him in sharp motions.
“I’ve never had unprotected sex with anyone before you. I didn’t even think,” I moan.
“Neither did I. But I don’t regret it. Do you?”
I shake my head as much as I can in his hold. “I want this baby,” I admit for the first time to anyone, including myself. “I want our baby. I want you.”
The water sloshes violently around us. If it weren’t for Salvatore’s hand at my neck, I would have slammed my hands on the bottom of the tub so I could throw my ass back onto him with all my might. But he holds me against him and growls in my ear, caressing my stomach, his hand moving in small circles that edge just a little bit further down my body with each stroke.
I realize now why he’s holding me this way. I realize it even before his fingers brush my clit in the softest touch, not enough to get me off, just enough to let me know that he can get me off, that I’ll come when he wants me to, that my pleasure is his as much as mine.
That touch is enough to make me scream.
His hand tightens around my throat. I won’t forget this feeling tonight, tomorrow, ever. I’m so close to coming there are tears in my eyes.
“If you want to leave, I’ll send you home. You and our baby will never want for anything.”
I shake my head and close my eyes. “Oh, God,” I moan.
“This is the only time I will say this. I don’t think I will be strong enough to give you this chance again. You can go have a good life and forget about me.”
“I c-c-can’t,” I stammer. “Please let me come.”
He pinches my clit, and I cry out, but I don’t come.
“Do you want to go, bella? Do you want to leave me?”
“I want to fucking come!” I scream.
I brush at his hand, and he lets my throat go easily. I twist partway in his arms and grab his face. I look him directly in the eye and pant as he uses both hands to lift me up and down his dick.
“Tell me,” I beg without an ounce of shame.
He leans forward, trying to kiss me, but I back away and tighten my pussy around him.