Page 82 of Scarred Hearts

My eyes widened, temporarily forgetting that was me. “Oh, yeah… he’s right, Frankie. We’ll hide him somewhere in Boston.”

“And in the meantime,” Tyler added, “I’ll find out who caused all that, and I’ll have it taken care of.”

Luca grinned as wide as his bloody mouth would allow. “You sound like a Mafia boss.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m surrounded by it.”

Suddenly, Luca snapped his gaze toward me. “Wait, boss?”

“Yeahhh,” I exhaled a deep breath, “dad kinda left me in charge of… everything.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “You’re going to have a hard time with everything going on behind the scenes.”

I lifted the corner of my lip. “What do you mean?”

Frankie lifted his hand. “Let’s let him rest for now and we can fill you in later.”

After my brothers and everyone else finally settled in for the night, all I could think about was being wrapped in Tyler’s arms. We lay awake in bed, our gazes fixated on the ceiling, our fingers laced together on our own chests. I shifted from one side to the other, facing him as he did the same.

“You’re going to be fine,” he reassured me, rolling over onto his side to face me. “I promise.” His words were comforting, but my mind was still racing with thoughts of the challenges ahead, and I still didn’t want to do it.

Moving closer, he closed the gap between us and pulled me toward him. His lips crashed onto mine, fierce and demanding, as he seized my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. A guttural moan escaped me, my body responding to his touch instinctively. As he deepened the kiss, I felt my nails dig into his shoulder, holding on tight as pleasure coursed through me.

My other hand, hidden beneath the blanket, found its way to his semi-hard cock and began stroking it firmly. He let out a low growl against my mouth, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of my mouth in a hungry kiss. I could feel him getting harder in my hand, and I moved my palm to cup his balls, squeezing them firmly. He loved when I was rough with him, and it only made him crave more.

He pulled my bottom lip back into his mouth, sucking on it hard while using his free hand to grip my ass, pulling me forcefully against him. Our bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm as he rocked against me, his lips trailing down from my neck to my shoulders before rolling me onto my stomach.

I pressed my cheek into the soft mattress as he reached between my legs from behind, pushing his fingers into me with expert precision. I squirmed, my body reacting to his touch in ways that I couldn’t control. With nowhere else to go, I surrendered myself completely to the pleasure he brought me.

My breath caught in my throat as he withdrew his fingers, sliding them teasingly across my skin before plunging them back into my dripping wet pussy. Each time he pulled away, the ache within me grew more intense, driving me to the brink of insanity. With a swift motion, he tore the blankets off my naked body.

Bringing his hand down hard on my bare rear, I let out a small whimper and buried my face into the pillow. Again and again, he struck me, each time sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I turned my head to face him. With a devilish grin, he slid three fingers inside me while his thumb pressed against my tight asshole. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy.

Looking up at him through hazy eyes, I could only pant as he continued to work me over with his skilled hands. “Does that feel good, princess?”

Struggling to catch my breath, I managed to gasp out a reply. “Yes, sir...I love when you stretch me wide.” My words were met with a sudden increase in pressure as he wiggled his thumb faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Please...fuck me,” I begged, throbbing desire flowing through every inch of my body.

His breath was hot against my ear as his lips traced a path along my neck as he whispered, “Under one condition.”

“Anything for you,” I exhaled as he never slowed his assault on my holes.

“Don’t hold back your sounds. I want you to be as loud as you need to be.”

“What if anyone hears me?”

“I don’t fucking care,” he replied in a low tone, ripping his hand away from me. Placing his wet fingers into my mouth, he narrowed his eyes on mine. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

Reclining back on the bed, he pulled me on top of him. “Twist around. I want to watch your sexy ass as you ride me.” Obediently, I shifted my position so that my back was facing him.

Throwing my leg over him the other way, I turned my back to him.

“Lean forward and go slow,” he commanded. “I want to watch your cunt slowly swallow my cock.”

Bending forward, I took his rigid shaft in my palm, positioning it at my entrance.

“Just the tip,” he said.

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