Page 68 of The Fixer
A full-body shiver runs through me. I have no shame about begging. I left that behind the moment I stepped into this room and placed myself in Leo’scontrol. “Please. . .” I plead, my muscles clenching around him. “Please let me come.”
Leo rewards me by pulling out his fingers and thrusting them into me again, his thumb grazing over my swollen, sensitized clit. “Is that the best you can do?” he asks conversationally, and then he adds a third finger.
I bite back a scream. The burning stretch is delicious, and I’m like the rat in the cage that will take the hit of pain for the pellet of pleasure. “Do that again,” I gasp.
“What, this?” He thrusts in, hard and deep, and I throw my head back as sensation storms through me. “Is that what you want me to do?”
“Please,” I whimper as he fucks me with his fingers, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Please, please, please. . . ” It’s a chant and a babble rolled into one, a desperate plea for release. My legs kick, and my toes curl. “I need. . . I can’t hold it back. . . please. . . ”
“Come for me, Rosa.”
His words push me over the edge. Shivers wrack my body, and I shatter with a muffled cry. He doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting into me, over and over, savoring every little flutter, every last aftershock.
Leo’s still hard. I haven’t initiated sex for days, not since I found out he was married before. It’s aself-preservation strategy, one I’ve been clinging to with increasing desperation. But I just let him make me come in front of a roomful of people, and I suddenly realize it’s too late to protect my heart. I’ve already given it to him.
I can’t bring myself to say the words. But we’re in a sex club, and I don’t need words. I grind into his ass. “You took care of me,” I whisper. “Let me return the favor.” I slide off his lap and onto my knees. “Please?”
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LEO
Oh God. She’s looking at me through her lashes, and fuck. Desire rages like a river of lava in my blood, but it’s more than just need. This is Rosa, and it’s never just been about sex with her.
I don’t want her mouth on my cock. I lift her up, push her down on the bench, unzip my pants, roll a condom on, and thrust into her wet heat. I’m not going to last. I’m too raw, too uncontrolled. Everything is too close to the edge. The wedding is in a few days. My life is dangerous, and I’m dragging her down with me the way I did Patrizia. I thrust into her, hard and brutal, and she gasps, her body throbbing around me. My ears are filled with the sound of her moans. I breathe in, andthe smell of her perfume assaults my senses. She’s in my dreams, in my blood, and in my heart.
I’m in love with Rosa.
The realization sends my release rocking through me. I throw my head back and drive deep, my cock jerking inside her as I erupt.
I takeoff the condom and throw it in the trash. There’s a box of tissues on a shelf, and I offer it to Rosa. She takes it from me with a smile of thanks. “Could you do something about the window tinting?” she asks. “I know it’s weird that I’m okay with people watching me come but not with the clean-up part, but here we are.”
I give her a puzzled look. “Nobody can see us. The glass is opaque. You didn’t know that?”
She blinks in surprise. “No. I thought people could see everything.”
As if I’d let a roomful of strangers leer at my wife.
“I would never throw you into a scene like that without prior discussion, principessa. I thought you knew it was a roleplay.”
She laughs bemusedly. “I definitely did not know that,” she says. “It’s probably for the best. It was hot in the moment, but I’m not sure how I feel about public sex.”
“Hang on. You told me to control the window without knowing what I would do? Why?”
She shrugs. “I trust you, Leo. You would never do anything to hurt me.”
I trust you.She says those words as if they were no big deal. As if what she’s saying was perfectly obvious. And her matter-of-fact tone shatters the last walls around my heart. I take a deep breath and tell her everything. “I fell in love with the girl next door when I was sixteen.”
Rosa looks up.
“Her name was Patrizia. She was. . . ” I wait for the old grief to rise to my throat, but the ache feels muted. “She laughed a lot. She had stars in her eyes and dreams in her heart. When she was six, she wanted to be an underwater explorer. At ten, it was a gondolier.” I smile at the memory. “It was the striped shirts they wore. She loved them. By the time she turned fifteen, she had it narrowed down. She was either going to be a detective or a teacher.”
Rosa laughs softly. “She sounds like a lot of fun.”
“She was.” I stare at nothing. “I started workingfor the Mafia when I was thirteen. At first, I acted as a lookout. Sometimes, as a messenger. People don’t really pay attention to kids, and Domenico Cartozzi, the old padrino, was not above using that to his advantage. I was good at what I did, and I started to move up the organization. By the time I turned twenty, I was part of his inner circle.”
We’re sitting in a darkened, private room in a sex club, watching a roomful of dancing strangers through a tinted glass window. An incongruous setting for my darkest secrets.
“You have to understand. We were poor growing up, both Patrizia and me. Money was always tight. And I burned to change that. I wanted to make my mother’s life easier, and I wanted to give Patrizia everything. It didn’t matter to me that Domenico was vicious and unpredictable, chaotic to the extreme. It didn’t matter that everyone walked on eggshells around him. My ambition made me blind.”