Page 59 of Stolen Bride for the Don

“No, more!” I shift myself upward, taking matters into my own hands, and he grins again. One hand goes to my head, tangling my hair, while the other grabs my ass. My face snuggles his neck. I inhale his intoxicating scent as he thrusts up so hard that my knees lift off the seat.

“Hudson,” I groan as I latch onto his neck, sucking hard. I moan over and over with each thrust, the pleasure so intense that all I can do is let him fuck me. He uses his grip in my hair to drag my face from his neck before proceeding to devour my mouth, thrusting his tongue with the same rhythm as his cock. His movements become harder and faster, and I have to grip the headrest tightly to remain on his lap.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven. As if I’d want to be anywhere but inside you,” he remarks feverishly in a mix of broken Italian and English. His words make me buck, and he surges deeper inside me. “Come for me, Andrea.” As if I have a choice.

I hiss in a breath as he continues speaking, telling how much he’s been craving me since he first woke up, his voice gravelly and thick.

“Yes, Hudson,” I moan and start chanting his name like a prayer. He tightens his grip on my hair until a sting of pain spreads from my scalp all over my body, making me more feverish.

“When you left the bedroom this morning, I jerked off in the bathroom with your body wash. I fantasized about how wet you were for me last night. I fucked my fist with your scent in my nose and your tight little body on my mind,” he growls and my core clenches greedily around him. His eyes widen, lips parting, and he continues to describe every way he plans on taking me–bending me to his will and claiming me completely.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant mindlessly, my head grazing the roof of the car with each vigorous thrust. Deep tremors begin as my orgasm rips through me. I throw my head back and scream his name, letting him know that only he has this power over me. I want him to own every one of my orgasms from now on; there’s no chance in hell another man could bring me this much elation and undiluted pleasure.

He withdraws his cock to the tip and thrusts back in, forcing himself into my spasming channel. He presses his cheek against mine, snarling in my ear, “You’re so tight. So wet. So…Uh! ” He trails off with a growl as he comes inside me, thrusting with each release into me.

Afterward, he clasps me tightly; as we catch our breaths, I pepper kisses over his face, his neck, and the shell of his ear. “That was…unexpected,” he murmurs.

I pull back and see that he’s still fully dressed. His pants are still around his waist but tucked down slightly to free his cock. I grin at him, “The best things usually are.”

“You don’t regret it?” he asks, watching me curiously.

I take a moment to think before I answer. “No,” I state truthfully. “In fact, I’m already thinking about when we can do that again.”

He lowers his forehead against mine and murmurs huskily, “Good.”

CHAPTER 36

HUDSON

It’s odd how easy it is to fall into a pattern. It’s only been a couple of weeks since our cruise through the city and already we’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. For example, here I am in the closet, tugging on my tie while watching Andrea run a brush down the length of her hair. I am fantasizing about bending her over the vanity.

And that’s exactly what I did yesterday, and the day before that, and before that as well. I successfully seduced her in the shower this morning, so I suppose she’ll call me a sex fiend if I make a move now.

“What? You’re burning a hole through my back,” Andrea comments, tossing a glare my way. “Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on again, mister.”

I chuckle as I finish knotting my tie. “And what if I am? What are you going to do about it, Mrs. Moratti?”

“I’m not Mrs. Moratti…yet,” she points out, turning back to face the mirror. She picks up a hair band to tie her long strands.

“Don’t.” I walk up behind her and grab her hands to still them. “Leave your hair down.” I take the hair band and pocket it.

She rolls her eyes when I lean forward to place a soft kiss on her neck. “Seriously, Hudson, I can’t …you’re insatiable.”

“It’s your fault entirely. Why do you always have to look so delectable?” I nip her neck playfully.

She giggles, pushing my head away. “Get out of here. Crew is waiting. And I need to get in touch with Clara. You know, our wedding planner?”

“Fine, fine. Be that way.” I’m smiling as I leave her in the closet and make my way to the study.

“You’re late. I take it things are still going great with you and the missus?” Crew asks as I sink into my chair across from him.

“Fine,” I answer dismissively. We are fine. Great, even. Ever since the night I took Andrea on the sunset cruise a little over three weeks ago, we’ve been having a wonderful time together. Oh yes, we have the occasional argument. I’m convinced she thrives on chaos. For example, she was mad that I wasn’t fully involved in the wedding planning and because I preferred a white dress rather than the ivory Clara was trying to convince her to go with.

I sigh and tap open my tablet, to get on with the meeting.

“I looked into what the Rossi’s have been up to, like you asked, and finally found something,” Crew says. I glance up with interest.

Dominic and Tomasi Rossi have stepped down from their roles as don and underboss, respectively, after their attempt on my life at the engagement party. My men are expecting them to retaliate any moment, but they’ve been uncharacteristically quiet in the weeks since the incident.

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