Page 100 of Savage Prince

As the tram pulls back onto the track, I glance down the street in search of the man in black. Dozens of locals and tourists fill the busy avenue, men in suits, women in designer dresses, but no stalker. Drawing in a steadying breath, I wait for the light to turn before crossing the busy street.

A few minutes later, I’m twisting the knob to our hotel room, a mixture of relief and anticipation building at the thought of seeing Antonio. The door swings open, and I find him half-dressed, dragging his pants up his legs. Wild eyes find mine, and the surge of emotions flashing across the dark abyss nearly takes my breath away.

“Serena!” He lunges at me, curling his muscled arms around me and pinning me to his firm chest. “ThankDioyou’re alive.” His lips are at my ear, kissing and nibbling. “I was so fucking worried.”

“I’m fine,” I whisper into his shirt, allowing myself a minute to revel in his familiar scent.

He holds me out to arms’ length, anxious gaze scouring over me. “Where the fuck did you go?”

My spine stiffens at the change in his tone. “Where do you think?” I bark, brows furrowed.

“I have no idea!” He throws his hands in the air, the fear from a second ago, morphing into something darker. “I thoughtI knew you, but I guess I was mistaken. I thought for sure you would never be reckless enough to visit your cousin in the hospital. Please tell me I’m not wrong.”

Clenching my jaw, I grit out, “You are wrong. I am that reckless and of course, I went to see Alessandro.”

“How could you do that?” he howls. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

“I don’t care!” I shout right back. “He’s my cousin, my blood, and one of my best friends. I couldn’t just run away to Rome without seeing him.”

He erases the distance between us, his hand curling around my throat. He jerks me against his body, his chest heaving against mine. “You could have been killed.” There’s a tremor in his voice that has my anger slowly melting away despite the punishing grip. “Cazzo, Serena, I could have lost you forever.”

“But you didn’t,” I rasp.

“But I could have, and after mentally preparing to say goodbye to you twice now, I don’t think I could handle a third. Especially not if it meant never seeing you again, never breathing the same air as you, never looking into those brilliant blue eyes. Fuck, Serena…” His hands slide to my cheeks, firm fingers framing my face.

“What are you saying?”

“I was so damned scared.” Raw emotion glistens across those midnight eyes, forcing the air from my lungs. “I thought I could let you go, but I can’t. I—I’m so fucking in love with you I’m terrified.”

Love? I blink quickly, trying to process that four-letter word. The one that I’ve been running from my entire life. The one that makes all of this much too real.

“Merda,” he curses a long moment later, and I realize I’ve remained silent for too long. “I shouldn’t have… It’s insane I know but?—”

“Toni, relax, it’s okay.” My fingers curl around the collar of his shirt, my heart tapping out a manic beat as I completely ignore his earth-shaking confession. “I’m safe; we both are. We’ll go to Rome just like you said, and we’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t think you understand. I cannot let you go; I’m physically incapable of it. The idea of spending even a day without you is impossible.” His lips crash into mine, so full of hope and a promise of so much more.

I’m helpless but to give into the rush of emotions. To the thrill those three words provoked. My stupid heart doesn’t just flutter, it full-on skips a beat then takes up that maddening rhythm.

It’s the sex. It’s just the mind-blowing, best orgasms of my life fucking. To drill the point home to my traitorous heart, I start to unfasten his pants as he kisses me senseless. I brush his cock, already hard and ready for me, and focus on the lusty sensations heating my core because focusing on that is much safer than even considering the horrifying truth.

That I’ve fallen in love with Antonio Ferrara.

That damned L-word echoes across my mind as Antonio thrusts into me, again and again, pushing me closer to oblivion. His arm encircles my waist, hand buried between my legs, thumb stroking my clit as he pounds into me from behind. My bare breasts are plastered against the window of the private train car, the verdant Tuscan countryside racing past us in a blur. I groan at the growing embers of intense pleasure. It’s so hot, knowing that at any moment someone walking along the train trackscould see me getting fucked by the powerful man draped over me.

The man who claims to love me.

His free hand fists my hair, twisting my head back so that his tongue can lavish my neck. He nibbles at my skin, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh that grows more feverish with each maddening drive.

Once we reached the safety of the express train’s private compartment, we picked up right where we left off at thepensionewith his cock balls’ deep inside me. Reveling in this intense pleasure feels much safer than discussing the L-word or everything that will come once we reach Rome.

And at this rate, we’ll be there in no time, the entire trip spent riding multiple orgasms. I can’t get enough of him. The icy glass sends a tremor across my heated skin as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing wilder with each roll of his hips. I match him stroke for stroke, so hungry for him.

“I’m going to come,” I pant.

“Wait for me,tesoro.” His warm breath spills across the shell of my ear, then he takes the sensitive lobe into his mouth and bites.

A wave of goose bumps pebbles my skin, drawing my nipples into tight peaks against the glass.

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