Page 11 of Depths of Hunger

She’s biting her lip. “No. It’s not that. I—I’m just…” her voice dies out.

I smile as I run my hand up over her belly and squeeze one of her tits. “Nervous? Do I make you nervous?” I like that. Making her nervous makes me so fucking hard. I run my tongue down her neck once again and then nip along her shoulder. It’s killing me that I can’t taste her blood. “You don’t have to be nervous,gattina. I promise you will have fun.” She is my kitten, and I mean to make her purr. “You’re gonna be so wet for me. You’re gonna like when I sink my cock into you.”

With one hand still on her neck I reach around and undo the corset with the other. It falls on top of the dress and her tits are free. I bring both hands around to squeeze them and rub them. I take her nipples and roll them between my fingers as I breathe in her scent. God, she’s so fucking perfect. The hum in my blood increases and I know if I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to give in and taste her blood. No woman has ever made me this hard this fast. There is something in her blood that calls to me on a primal level. If I didn’t know better, I’d say there’s magick involved. But, Mia is human. No magick, just magnificence.

I kiss her neck and her shoulders as I rub her nipples and squeeze her tits. She lets out a soft moan and reaches back with her hands tograb at my thighs. She presses against my hard cock and starts to move her hips.

“That’s my little slut. Already wet for me aren’t you? Should I touch you and find out?”

I spin her around and press her up against the glass. I know it’s cold on her naked ass and back. She sucks in a deep breath, and I claim her mouth. I kiss her hard making my tongue roll against hers. She responds in kind. Her whole body relaxes. She puts her arms around my neck as I crush her against the window. It’s heaven, not that heaven exists but if it did, this would be it. Pure fucking heaven.

I run my hand over her hip and down her leg. I bring it back up along the inside of her thigh as I put my other hand on her throat and squeeze ever so gently. “I love the feel of you.” I slip my fingers over her hot center. She freezes. I kiss her and try to coax a response but nothing. I lean away from her to find a look of pure terror in her dark eyes.

“What the fuck?” I demand. “Mia, what’s wrong?” Then it hits me. “Did someone hurt you? Did some asshole force you to fuck him?” I’ll kill him. I will take the guy apart, limb by limb, and fucking enjoy every bit of it. “Mia,” I snarl, “answer me.”

She licks her lips and blinks. I notice that her dark eyes are flecked with gold. She makes a sound but it’s not words.

“Mia, what the fuck?”

“I’m a virgin,” she blurts out.

I stare at her. Of all the shit she could’ve said that wasn’t even on my list. Fuck. I haven’t had a virgin in so long I don’t remember. Decades probably. “No one has ever touched your pussy before?” I ask, incredulous. Then the reality of it hits me. Possessiveness roars through me. No one has ever had Mia before.

I will be her first and her last. Forever.

“No,” she says as she pushes me back and crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s not like I’m ever left alone long enough to fuck anyone. My bodyguards are the only two men I’m allowed to be around on my own. So, unless I fuck one of them, there’s not a lot of choice.” She cocks her head. “Maybe I should’ve fucked one of them.Tony’s too rough but Ralf is better. Huh,” she says as if she’s thinking about it.

I want to slam my fist through the fucking wall. I put my hand on her chin and lift until her gaze locks on mine. “If you ever even think about fucking any other man again, I swear to God, I’ll kill him in front of you. You are mine. All mine and only mine.” I run my other hand over her thong until my fingers are between her legs. “No other man will ever touch you here. I will be your first and your last.”

I kiss her again fiercely not giving her a moment to breathe. I push her arms up until they are above her head and hold her wrists with one hand while the other goes back to her pussy. A fucking virgin. So fucking good. No one will ever have her but me. It makes my cock so damn hard as I rub it against her belly. I’m almost in fucking pain.

She kisses me as I rub her through her thong, and her wetness seeps onto my fingers as she spreads her legs without me asking. “That’s my kitten. You’re already drenched for me.” I say as I push her thong aside. I kiss her neck as I run my finger through her slick folds. She moans and arches her back. She angles her hips so I have better access. “You want me to touch you, baby? You’ve been waiting for this? Waiting for me.”

She moans and pushes her pussy into my fingers. “You’re so damn wet for me, baby,” It’s hard to believe she’s a virgin.

I let her hands go, and she is undoing my robe, and then she runs her hands down over my chest to my hips and lets out a groan. “Fuck, Renzo, why do you have to be so fucking hot?” she growls as she sinks her nails into my chest.

I grin. The pain doesn’t even register. This is more like it. My little virgin is just dying to fuck me but not half as bad as I’m dying to fuck her. I twist our bodies around and walk her backward to the bed, where she falls. I drop my robe and reach down to undo her garter belts and pull down her thong. Her cheeks turn pink, but she doesn’t stop me.

“I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.” I kneel on the floor between her legs and push her thighs apart. Her cheeks get pinker.

I chuckle. “Don’t be embarrassed, kitten. This is just the beginning.I’m gonna show you all kinds of things.” I kiss her thighs and make my way to her core. I watch her face as I run my fingers over her clit. She bites her lip but doesn’t break her gaze from mine. There’s mygattina. My tough, sassy wife.

I dip my head and take my first taste of my new bride as there’s a sudden crash somewhere in the house. I’m on my feet instantly throwing my robe over Mia as I sprint to the closet and pull on a pair of jeans. I grab my gun instinctively, not that I need it. With my strength, I can literally tear someone limb from limb, and bullets, no matter what they’re made of, won’t stop me. But I have to keep my secret. There’s a lot of yelling and the bedroom door bursts open.

“Getta la pistola. Alza le mani!” a guy in a blue windbreaker screams as he points his Glock at me. The room fills with other men. “Carabinieri. Alza le mani!”

I stand here grinding my teeth. I have no choice. I drop my gun on the carpet and put my hands up. I glance at Mia. She’s on the bed with my robe over her. Our gazes lock. I’m expecting to see fear in her eyes, but instead, I see a calmness and steel. I flashback to the look on her face when I came into the room. She’d been plotting something. Has my pretty new wife arranged to have me arrested? Icy fingers grip my heart. Of all the things she could have done, this is the worst. Jail means my secret will be exposed. I can’t feed and I won’t age like everyone else. They’ll know I’m not human. Mia better hope she isn’t behind this because if she is, she’s a dead woman.

Chapter

Five

“Ihave no idea what you’re talking about,” I say to the Carabinieri officer seated across from me. I’m sitting at Renzo’s kitchen island, wrapped in his bathrobe, his scent lingering on the fabric and oddly giving me comfort in the midst of this nightmare. The kitchen is sleek and modern, with dark marble countertops and gleaming stainless steel appliances that reflect the harsh overhead lighting. The island, topped with polished black marble, which is cold beneath my palms, is large and imposing, and I feel small and vulnerable sitting with these strangers, stark naked under Renzo’s robe. The agent in charge won’t let me get dressed; he’s trying to make me feel unsafe, and it’s working.

But I refuse to let him see it. I was born a Giordano, and I’m now a Valdici. Even if I wanted to speak to the cops, I couldn’t. Forget Renzo—my mother would kill me. She’d cut out my tongue and stab me in the heart, and she wouldn’t hesitate because that’s what happens to traitors.

An army of Carabinieri officers swarmed the house and was currently tearing through every room, searching for anything they could use against Renzo. They claim he killed someone, and while I know for a fact he’s killed many, this man they claim he’d killedwasn’t one of them. They dragged him out of here over an hour ago, and since then, I’ve been stuck in this chair. I asked to call my family, but they took my phone and told me to sit tight. It’s all bullshit—meant to intimidate. I know it, and they know it, but I’m too tired to argue.

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