Page 38 of Risky Vows

"Yes. Touch me," he demands, an achy vulnerability leaking into his voice. Like he needs me—which only makes my arousal skyrocket. "Touch me," he repeats, triggering a fiery need. To touch, caress, and show him how much he means to me.

I wrap my palm around his cock, enjoying how hard and warm it is. He growls as I stroke him. He retaliates by adding two more fingers inside me and curling them.

"Yes," I say raggedly, eyes already half-closed from the heights of Lustland.

He positions his cock at my entrance, and damn, the moment he thrusts inside, I yelp. I should be used to his size, his girth,this powerhouse of heat stretching my inner walls to the max. Yet every time, it feels even better or different than the previous one.

Massimo wraps his fingers around my throat. I part my lips, surprised to see his eyes trained on mine as he watches my reaction. Air is sucked from my lungs, and for a moment, I feel lightheaded. My heart drums in my ears.

"I'm never letting you go," he says, intensifying the rhythm, fucking me hard. I'm on top of him, but he's in control. "Tell me. Tell me you're never leaving me." He squeezes my neck a little tighter, and the choking does something to me—I chase my impending orgasm as I chase my next breath. He flicks my clit, and lust weakens my knees, creating a maddening buzz in my ears. "Tell me, rat."

I rock my hips, his cock buried deep inside me. He squeezes my throat again, and this time, the world stops. His fingers bite into my skin, hurting me. We share a dark energy like he's trying to kill his obsession with me—or maybe solidify it. When our eyes meet, I see the despair in his gaze. He needs to know, and I need to breathe.

"I'm never leaving you," I say, my voice wavering.

I gasp as he releases my neck, confused and turned on.

He squeezes my clit, and that does it. Pleasure rockets through me. I scream his name unashamedly as he rails me until he comes, jerking his body into mine and spilling every drop of his cum into me.

23

Massimo

"Hey, have you heard from our supplier?" I ask Dante when he enters my office in the warehouse. We've been expecting a large shipment of weapons, but our supplier abroad hasn't been in touch. Never a good sign.

Dante plops into the black leather chair before me and stretches his legs. Fishing his phone from his pocket, he glances at the screen. "I called a couple of days ago. Haven't heard back. Why?"

I drum my fingers on the smooth surface of the glass and metal desk. The outside of the warehouse isn't much to look at, but our offices say otherwise. "They've been unusually quiet. I wonder if the Santinis are up to something."

"They better not be."

"How's Andie?"

Four weeks have gone by since my father's birthday party. Dante moved in with his baby mama, and even though they aren't a couple, he's attempting to take care of her.

"Andie's good. Nine months and due soon."

"Are you ready?" I rock back in my chair.

Dante likes children, but being a dad out of the blue? Any regular guy would be scared shitless. I remind myself that Dante has always been a good actor. He never lets people see him sweat, no matter the pressure.

He runs his fingers down his face. "Given that I only learned about being a father a month ago, yes, I'm ready."

I turn on my sleek computer screen and go over my digital calendar. "You have the paternity test on the way?" I ask the uncomfortable question. Most likely, the baby is his, but if it’s not, he needs to know. Doesn’t seem like he and Andie share a love connection, but I get the feeling she’s into him.

"As soon as the baby is born."

"Are you ready to say goodbye to the baby if she isn't yours?"

"Yep. I'll accept the results, whatever they are."

I flick off the screen and look at him. "Excellent."

"Amara may have a harder time accepting. I see she's gotten close to Andie."

"Yes." Amara has gone out with Andie a couple of times, shopping for baby clothes, and her feedback on her is good. I'm glad Amara has meshed so well into the family and is making her own connections. Who would have thought that Dante and I would turn into family men? "By the way, I have to deal with some Montefiore issues.”

"Really, what?"

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