Page 73 of Taboo Flames

“Just let me go home,” I say quietly.

He steps forward, right into my personal space, and his hands grab me. “I’ll never let you go, princess,” he says in a defeated and broken voice.

“What if this isn’t what I want anymore?” I voice out, even as the heady smell of him fills my lungs, and the feel of him near me sets my blood on fire.

“I’ll make you want it again,” he whispers against my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along the path from my neck to my collarbone to the swells of my breasts.

“What if we’re a mistake?” I rasp.

“Then let’s make more.”

His breath fans against my lips. He’s so close, and that dangerous fire between us flares to life and burns away the rest of my hesitation. When it comes to Gio, I’m weak, and he hasa way of breaking down all my defenses as easily as he did the closet door.

I don’t know who reaches for the other first, but all I know is that I’m in Gio’s arms, his mouth is hot on mine, and his bloody hands are divesting me of my dress.

“Gio,” I breathe out, my fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons and belt jerkily.

“I know, princess. I know.”

The silver dress falls to the floor in a whoosh of silky fabric, and I step out of it while he shrugs off his shirt, pants, and briefs.

Then he drags me into his hot, naked body, and I go willingly, eager for his body to give me the assurance that his words cannot.

“Mine. You’re mine,” he says in between kisses as he pushes me back onto the bed. With a grunt, he presses down on top of me, his tongue licking from my belly button up to my jaw.

I gasp, my legs falling open and aching for the sense of fullness inside me.

Gio takes his time kissing and nibbling and turning me up higher and higher.

His mouth covers one breast, and he sucks it deep just before his teeth clamp down on my nipple. I cry out at the sting of pain, wanting more of it.

Slowly, he makes his way down to my pussy. “Always so wet and ready for me,” he grunts raspily.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Gio, please.”

He drives one thick finger into me, causing me to strain up to my toes and arch my back. I shriek at the sensation.

“Yes, yes. More!” I cry out.

“I can’t wait anymore, baby,” Gio grinds.

“Don’t make me wait,” I tell him urgently. “Fuck me.”

He removes his finger, and then the fat head of his cock presses against my entrance. He drags the tip across my slit right before he pushes into me with one mighty thrust.

“Fuck!” he groans loudly.

“Yes, oh God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Gio!” I squeal.

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door, and Gio turns to it with a fierce scowl. “Come in, and this had better be very fucking important.”

The man who had been standing behind him while he brutalized Salvador walks in, then freezes in shock at the sight of us.

“Uh, I’m sorry, boss?—”

“Spit it out, Fiore,” Gio barks without a change in his rhythm. He continues fucking me fast and hard, pounding me into the bed and making me scream with pleasure.

“We managed to catch two of the Albanian soldiers, and The Priest wants to interrogate them. He’s calling for an urgent meeting with you,” Fiore reports.

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