Page 31 of City of Wind and Lies

"No panties?" I growl, digging my fingers into her soft flesh and hoisting her up into my arms.

"They didn't work with the dress," she replies breathlessly, her fingers scrabbling to undo the buttons of my shirt as I carry her down the hall that leads to my bedroom.

I couldn’t fight the stupid smile I got when I saw her out on the dance floor earlier- losing herself in the music, body swaying effortlessly with the beat, laughing unabashedly at herself and her friend. Then I saw the way a few guys were eyeing her, stepping closer to what was mine, and the thought of another man sliding up behind her, hands roaming over her flushed skin sent me over the edge.

Knowing I had to get down there, I threw back the rest of my whiskey and sent Rocco off with a few soldiers to check in on the tip we'd received earlier. Business should have come first, but the guilt I felt from lashing out on her last week and the territorial need to claim her as my own overruled my senses.

The confirmation that Allen's weasley hands had been stealing from me made me black out with rage. If I wasn't dick deep in her pussy, I'd have been destroying my office, but instead, I took that anger and fucked her like a savage prick. When I finished and came back to my senses, my heart cracked at the sight. There were tears in her eyes, blood and cum running down her thighs, and I just… shut down.

Blood doesn't scare me. It actually fascinates me; the way the crimson liquid will bead out over the tip of blade, rivulets staining a trail as it finds its escape. Or the way it surges up from a gunshot wound and spills across the skin. But seeing Wren's blood, knowing I caused it… knowing the closer I got to her, the closer she'd be to living in my world, turned my own blood to ice in my veins.

How could I do that; bring her into my world and expose her to dangers she never asked to be a part of? That is what being with me costs. And I’m actually considering it. She'd be at risk though; a liability. A weakness that my enemies would be eager to expose. I know the closer we get, the more willing I'll be to trade my life for hers, but is she willing to trade her life of normalcy for one cast with shadows of violence?

Hindsight’s an eager bitch, ready to magnify your shortcomings and force you to see how wrong you were. I could’ve asked her, could’ve had that conversation, and I should have. But it seemed easier in that moment to put distance between us; to force her away instead of giving her the chance to leave me first.

The business trip was a perfect distraction, until it wasn't. The outfit in Vegas is legitimizing some facets of business and wanted some guidance on the flip, but the entire time I was in meetings, my mind kept wandering back to Wren. I hoped she'd use the VIP passes this weekend, and I had the guys at the door under strict instruction to let me know the moment she flashed her ID. And it worked.

Bending at the waist and releasing my hold, I drop her on top of the black duvet. Her long lashes frame her lust-filled eyes as she licks her lips and props herself up on her elbows. I straighten, undoing my belt and stepping out of my shoes and slacks, shucking off my unbuttoned shirt as I stare down at the little bird perched in my bed.

My cock slaps against my stomach as I shove my boxer briefs down my hips and kick them aside. The urge to rut into her and have her screaming my name hangs heavy between my thighs. I clench my teeth around the knuckles of my left hand at the sight of Wren spreading her legs to reveal her bare, glistening cunt.

"Cazzo, Passerotta," I groan, fisting my length as I kneel at her feet. "Is that for me?"

She bites her lip and nods. Her fiery personality always goes a little tepid when it comes to sex, and I'd be a fucking liar if I said I didn't like it. The way she takes my cock so well, no matter how hard I hammer inside her. So eager to please, but tonight, this is an apology, and I want her to feel that she isn't just a place to release my anger. She's more, and if she wants it; if she wants me, I'll take care of her.

Grabbing her ankle, I place kisses on her calf, working up to the soft flesh at the apex of her inner thighs. She mewls out in pleasure, goosebumps prickling her skin from my gentle touch as she threads her fingers in my hair, directing my mouth to where she wants it most.

I flatten my tongue, licking up the juices already weeping from her folds and my name falls so lightly from her lips, I have to strain to hear it. Bunching the metallic fabric of her dress- if you can even call it that- I push it up her hips and she shifts her body, letting me tug it off over her head.

Her dusky pink nipples pebble up at the exposure, her full breasts bouncing as she falls back on the bed. I hold the wad of skimpy material in one fist, pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger of the other hand and forcing her to look me in the eyes. "You never wear something like this again, unless I'm around. Understand?"

The ghost of a smile dances across her plump lips. "Yessir."

"Good." I toss it to the side. "Now, where was I?"

I lower my head down, suctioning my mouth to her clit and rolling her sensitive bud between my teeth. She tugs on my hair as her back arches off the bed. Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I hold them tightly in place, wearing her thighs like earmuffs as I devour her pussy like a starved animal.

Once I've wrung an orgasm from her, I hover over her small frame, guiding my throbbing cock to her soaked center. I nudge inside slowly, watching myself disappear into her tight heat. When I’m fully seated inside her, she reaches up to stroke the stubble on my chin. "You don't have to be gentle with me."

I laugh. "I know, Bella. You're so good at taking my worst. But I want to give you more, show you the best of me for a change."

Her eyes flutter closed as I draw back, the barbells creating resistance as they reappear and send a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Her mouth forms a gentle 'o' shape when I thrust inside and start pumping in and out at a languid pace. Slow, sensual strokes paint my apology, my promise to be a person she can trust at her most vulnerable points. My lips find hers, moving in perfect unison as our bodies connect and my soul becomes hers.

After we both find release, I roll us to my back, spent dick still buried deep inside, letting her blissed out body rest on my chest as I tug the duvet over us and we both drift off to sleep.

You ever have sex so good that you dream you're still having it? That's exactly what I think is happening until I crack my eyes open.

Wren's sitting upright, gyrating her hips across my lap. Her fingernails dig into the ink-stained skin of my pecs and she tucks her chin, peering down at me with a hooded gaze.

"Good morning," she whispers huskily, voice still deep with sleep.

"Cazzo," I groan out, gripping her hips and rolling my own, causing her to throw her head back on a moan of pleasure.

She slaps my hands away. "I'm driving now."

I stretch my arms out, folding them behind my head as the heat of her palms splaying across my bare chest radiates through my body, and I watch with rapt intent as she takes control.

She bounces and grinds on my lap, using my dick the way she wants it; needs it. Seeing her touch herself as she reaches the crest of her rapture has me careening over the edge, spilling my seed inside her as she collapses on top of me.

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