Page 64 of The Don

“Please.” The shudder that wracks through my body makes that one word at least half a dozen desperate syllables.

He moves until the tips of our noses are touching, his fingers grazing my chin and down my neck.

“This is what you wanted,” he says.

“Asshole,” I laugh and then gasp when Salvatore pushes his fingers roughly between my ass cheeks.

“Here, bella?”

He’ll have to answer that question on his own because I’m too busy humping against his wrist, needing to get any friction against my clit that I can. I just want to come.

Ineedto come.

“Touch yourself, Shae.”

He doesn’t need to tell me that twice. Hell, I’m mad I didn’t think of it myself.

I grab my left breast with one hand and circle my clit with the other. My body seizes in pleasure. I stop breathing. I stop thinking.

Salvatore begins to push one finger into my asshole, gentle and steady, carefully as if he’s afraid I’ll break.

“I’ll be careful now, so you’ll know that I can be careful later. Just relax and let me in.”

“Fffuck.” That word shimmers and shivers as much from the gentle burn of his intrusion as his promise.

I slow the circles on my clit until he’s buried his middle finger deep inside my ass. “I…I’ve never. Holy shit.”

Salvatore kisses me on my cheek, the tip of my nose, and the point of my chin while he hooks his thumb into my pussy.

I stroke my clit faster.

He kisses his way down my throat and chest and then laves my hard nipple while he moves his fingers inside me. “Help me,” he whispers against my breast, his breath ghosting over my hand. “Help me get you off.”

My hand is moving so fast that I’m splashing water all over the place. It takes a while for Salvatore to almost catch up to me, caressing my perineum with his fingers, a kind of pleasure I hadn’t even known was possible. Salvatore’s elegant pajamas are soaked. He’s leaned over into the bathtub to lick and suck and gently bite my nipple.

“I…I…”

He mumbles something, but his mouth is too full of my breast.

I let him have the rest of my flesh and wrap my arm around his head, burying my face in his hair.

“Fuck, I’m coming! I love you,” I scream as all the muscles in my body lock, and I come so hard I know this can’t be a dream.

Even though every moment with Salvatore feels like one.

24SALVATORE

I don’t believein luck, and I don’t believe in God, but I know it can’t be anything other than divine intervention that gives me an uninterrupted morning with Shae. By the time Pedro arrives to fetch me, I’ve made Shae come with my hands and mouth, showered, and put on the same outfit from yesterday.

“I don’t—” Shae says while gripping the front of my shirt.

“I know. I know.” It takes a while to pry her hands from my clothes, but I don’t rush her. I don’t care if Pedro has to wait or if The Board becomes agitated; Shae is all that matters. I kiss the knuckles on each of her delicate hands and then smooth a knuckle over her cheek. “I will be fine.”

I watch as she bravely swallows her fear, looks up at me with tears shimmering in her eyes, and lifts onto the balls of her feet to kiss me hard and fast. “Promise?” she mumbles against my lips.

“Promise.”

“She is beautiful, Salvatore,” Pedro says.

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