Page 92 of The Last Vendetta

“You were injured, remember?” I said as I let him guide me toward the bed, pressing kisses over my face as I ran my hand along his jaw.

“So were you,” he said. “Which means instead of dealing with these sleeves…” He tugged on the buttons of my blouse. They went flying, pinging on the floor.

“That was quick,” I quipped as he unclasped the front of my bra next. We kissed between words and touches, removing our clothes as he backed me to the huge king-sized mattress.

“This will be…” he promised as he helped me lower his pants and boxers. “Fast.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me flush to his chest. “Hard.”

I smiled against his lips.

“This time, it will be fast and hard. I need you.”

I stepped out of my skirt and panties as he led me back. “I need you now,” I agreed.

Going from killing my mother to fucking my lover seemed like a jolting shift. It was a whiplash of emotions, but somehow, I craved his touch and that addicting bliss he could give me. After the horrors and threats we’d dealt with, we were due for the opposite.

Love. Security. Relief.

“But later,” he said as we lowered to the bed together, our lips a breath apart, “I intend to take my time with you.”

“Is that so?” I taunted, hugging him as he urged me to roll with him.

I lay under him, reveling in the strong weight of his body blanketing me. Every inch of his hard flesh warmed me, burning me up with raw desire that had me panting and desperate for him to fill me.

“Yes,” he growled, leaning on his knees to wedge my legs apart. Again, when he put pressure on his wounded limb, he cringed.

I frowned, staring up at him. “I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“I am.” He shifted us again, guiding me on top so I straddled him. “Right here,” he clarified as he lined his erection up with my pussy. I was soaked already. Just kissing him got me so aroused and slick with juices to welcome him inside.

I grinned at his groan as I sank over his cockhead. Hearing this man admit that he longed for me and craved me to the point of pain was a heady thought to hold on to. With every thick, hard inch of him that I sucked inside my cunt, though, I lost the ability to think at all.

“Now, Giulia,” he ordered. His fingers dug into my waist as he urged me to ride him. Although he was lying down and I was the one moving on him, he still instructed me. He still dominated. After too much time being controlled by men, I should’ve been annoyed. Instead, I relished his demands. They pushed me to please him.

I rocked on him, letting my clit get the friction against him with each grinding move. Impaled on his cock, I let him squeeze my ass and push me to ride him as he wanted.

Fast and hard, just like he’d warned.

My breasts swayed and jiggled, and the motion seemed so erotic that it brought me closer to coming. Too close.

He reached down to rub a circle around my clit, and that was all it took to destroy me. I clenched tightly on him, feeling the burst of my orgasm to every frayed nerve ending. Coming this hard, this quick, I felt fried alive. Shot into the air and sinking to float, all at once.

He jerked up into me once more, flooding me with his hot cum, and as we rode out the waves of pleasure together, he pulled me down until I rested on his chest.

“You are going to be my wife,” he said as we caught our breath.

I smiled, my cheek pushing on his pec. “Am I?”

He continued lazily rubbing my back, and each pass of his fingertips on my skin teased me to break out in goosebumps.

“Yes.” He leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

I lifted my face to crawl up and get a real kiss. “I love you, Renzo.”

Nothing could keep us apart.

“I love you, too. And I’m going to make you my wife.”

I grinned and cocked my head to the side. “Just like that?” I teased.

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