Page 22 of Risky Vows

"I've seen what people look like when they die. When they take their last breath," I say. "I know death. Darkness. But when I look at you, I see light. It's almost like you have the power to bring life to parts of me that should be dead. And right now, that's all I need to know about you." God, that's enough to scare me.

She regards me in silence before her expression softens, her eyes two rings of fire. "Do you mean it? Or do you say that to every woman?"

I cup her face. "I've never said that to anyone."

She leans closer, her gaze dropping, and she captures my lips with hers. We've never kissed on the mouth before. But now… it's the best time. I lap my tongue over hers, and she reacts, circling my neck with her arms.

I pull her to me, and she releases the sheet. We're now skin to skin, and her tits rub against my nipples. A familiar zing pierces me. I intensify the kiss, angling her head in the right position todeepen our contact. Her lips are like a drug I'm experimenting with for the first time. They're delicious and addictive.

My cock stirs, blood rushing in my veins.

I pull her, and she slides from the chair onto the floor. I push her down, positioning myself between her legs without breaking eye contact. I glimpse her luscious, curvy body. But I hold our stare, partly because I'm caught in a spell.

She lifts her hips, and I thrust deep inside her. We both groan, the heady sensation buzzing in my brain. I lower myself, propped on my elbows, and kiss her again. This time, I nip her lower lip. She moans and rocks her hips into mine, signaling her body is ready for more.

I withdraw my cock halfway and then slam all the way to the hilt. Feels so good to be inside her like this, railing her while our mouths fuck. Our bodies have never been so aligned.

She lowers her hand to my chest, touching my pierced nipple, tugging it enough for awareness to shoot down to my core. I lift her leg and swing it over my shoulder, shifting the angle slightly. Enough for both of us to moan in tandem again.

I disengage my mouth from her and catch up with breathing, my heart thrumming so fucking fast that I'm at an all-time high adrenaline boost.

"You're so fucking hot," I whisper. "Fuck."

"Yes," she says, panting. "Yes. Oh, Massimo. I?—"

She clenches her inner walls, and I close my eyes, desperate for self-restraint. God, I'm so close. I slip in and out of her faster, deeper, aggressively. Opening my eyes, I study her reactions, ensuring she can take it.

Soon, she shows me she can.

Sweat sheens her limbs, and her body jerks beneath mine as she moans loudly. Another gush of her cream coats my cock, her body shaking, a shade of pink claiming her face. She's coming, and seeing her go over the edge is a privilege.

It also pops the bubble of my self-control. I come, spilling my hot seed inside her, filling her, stuffing her with my load.

"Now I definitely won't be able to walk tomorrow," she says as I roll off her and lie on the floor beside her. "Might need a massage after all."

I touch her hair, caressing her scalp. "I'll have the best masseuse in town at our home by nine am." I have a reason I want her busy by then, but now isn't the time to share it.

She chuckles. "Are you serious? That's super short notice. You're not going to put a gun to their head, are you?"

"No. I have other weapons at my disposal."

"I hope you're talking about money."

"Smart girl."

She kisses my shoulder, a quick peck, and the gesture makes me unsure. I'm used to touches and affection before sex, not after.

I've fucked a lot of women. But Amara is different. And I can't explain why. What I know is that tomorrow, I'll find the bastard who hurt her and teach him a thing or two.

13

Massimo

I walk along the pebbled path to the front of the Montefiore mansion. Going through gate security was a breeze—they know we’re married and that I'm supposed to be more hands-on, coming over more often unannounced due to our alliance, so I'm all cleared.

My driver, Tom, parked the car and will be outside waiting. He's skilled with his hands, but this time, I want to do the job alone.

The housekeeper opens the door. "Good morning. Can I help you, Mr. Gallo?" she asks with a smile.

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