Page 64 of Savage Prince

“Good girl.” He draws my nipple into his mouth, a growl vibrating his throat and pleasure explodes from my core, rippling out to every inch of my being.

My head falls back and raw energy tingles across my flesh, diving down to my toes and leaving me breathless. He continuesto suck on my breast, tongue flicking at the super-sensitive tip of my nipple until the wave begins to subside.

I’m panting, my legs boneless as I hang on his neck, balancing across his lap. Finally, as the last tremor falls away, I drop my forehead to his, my breathing still uneven. That was the best orgasm from only a finger that I’ve had my entire life. Now as he watches me from beneath hooded lids, I can’t stop imagining what that would feel like on his cock.

“Well?” He arches a dark brow.

“Well, what?” I take the bait, knowing fully well where he’s going with this.

“I told you I’d make you come even without full use of my faculties.”

“Faculties? Is that what you call this monster?” My hand drops between us, and I stroke his hard length. He’s straining beneath me, his balls tight. That cannot be comfortable.

With a frustrated sigh, he brings his hand up to caress my cheek. “Next time, will be more… everything.”

“Who says there will be a next time? I’m not in the habit of fucking my kidnappers.” Still my hand curls around the back of his neck, fingers trailing the soft hair at his nape.

“Hopefully by tomorrow, I will no longer be your kidnapper and you, my hostage.”

“Then what will we be?”

His shoulders lift nonchalantly but the tendon in his jaw spasms at the movement. Shit, the wound. I hope it didn’t tear when I was coming from that mind-blowing orgasm. “I suppose we’ll see by then,” he whispers.

I nod slowly, my eyes now focused on his strained expression. His jaw is clenched tight, and the faint lines between his brows are furrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

His hands curl around my hips, and he gently deposits me on the lounger beside him. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m only pissed I can’tcoax out another few orgasms from those tempting lips. If this really is our only time, it seems a terrible waste.”

I grin up at him like an idiot. “Like you said, I guess we’ll see what happens tomorrow.” Testing out the weight on my ankle, I slowly rise and stagger the step to my own lounge chair. Re-wrapping myself in the towels, I settle in on the soft cushions.

Antonio eyes me from across the small divide, an indescribable longing in those smoldering irises. “Buona notte,tesoro,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, goodnight.” I force my lids to close, despite the unease ricocheting through my chest.

CHAPTER 32

LOST CAUSES

Serena

Something wakes me from a fitful sleep, a feeling I can’t even name. Dragging my heavy lids open, I roll over on the narrow lounge chair and take in my surroundings. With the haze of sleep still weighing me down, it takes me a minute before memories of the night before flash to the surface.

Shit. I let Antonio finger fuck me to oblivion.

And damn, it was amazing.

Flipping over to face the mob boss, I feel the burn of embarrassment tingeing my cheeks. He’s rolled over to his side, facing away from me. Thank goodness. I need a minute to get myself together. It’s a damned good thing he was injured because if he hadn’t been, I would have done more than just come on his fingers. I wanted him so badly last night.Dio, what is wrong with me?

My gaze settles on the canvas of tattoos across his back, lit up by the warm glow of the rising sun. I’ve never had the opportunity to get such a close-up look. I can’t help but stareat the collection of art inked up and down the hard planes of his flesh. The largest one in the middle catches my eye, a snake wrapped around a dagger with scales hanging from each side of the hilt. Beneath it, in big bold letters, it reads “Lex Talionis”. My Latin is pretty shit, but the motto is a familiar one in our world. “An eye for an eye” is the law my father and uncles live by. Who are you trying to get revenge on, Antonio? The answer right now is obvious, but who inspired this particular tattoo? I’m tempted to trace the dark lines but squeeze my fingers into a fist instead.

A patch of puckered skin catches my eye, a raised scar bleeding into another, then a noticeable angry red mark. I follow the line, looking past the dagger and scales. I barely restrain the gasp as I finally understand what I’m looking at. Beneath the tattoos lies destroyed skin, puckered, red, burned… Oh,Dio, I can’t imagine how badly one must have been burnt to leave those scars.

My thoughts flicker back to the story Isabella told me of the day she and Raf escaped his father’s compound. The whole thing had been set ablaze. Had Antonio been there? Neither of them had mentioned him at all that day. It had only been a few months ago. And to have the broken, scarred skin tattooed so soon after? It had to have hurt like hell, pure torture. Why would he have done that to himself?

And it would mean that the revenge he sought was against his own brother…

The more I think about it, the more horrific it all sounds. An unexpected wave of pity washes over me.Dio, what is wrong with me?

I should be planning my escape, which in Antonio’s current state, would be as easy as taking candy from a baby. His gun is just sitting there on the counter, waiting to be stolen. But I can’t move. I can barely breathe after this discovery. Antoniowas right last night. I could have easily walked away from this disaster yesterday and left him to die. So why am I still here?

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