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His eyes flickered with heat and arousal. His lips pressed against mine, wet, messy, and rough.
“Keep quiet,” he growled, then locked our lips again as he pumped into me, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. If somebody was watching, they’d know exactly what we were doing, but right now, I didn’t care.
I was greedy when it came to him. Every thrust sparked embers that only the next thrust could sate. Each time he pulled out, he drove deeper inside me, and my nails dug into his biceps as shudders rolled through me.
Both of us breathing raggedly, our movements rushed, desperate. His thrusts turned harder, increasing in tempo, and I ground desperately against him. Throaty moans swallowed by his lips pressed tightly against mine as he pumped furiously. He grabbed my hair at the nape and pulled my face an inch away from his.
“You feel so fucking good,” he praised, his breathing labored. “Your cunt wants my cock harder, doesn’t it?” His thrusting increased, hitting that amazing spot inside me. My eyes just about rolled back in my head. “Ask me.” His voice was hushed and commanding.
“Harder,” I panted against his lips. “Please, harder.”
His hand fisted my hair, his mouth hovering above my lips. “Mine,” he growled. “Your pussy is mine.”
“Yes, Santi,” I vowed. “Always.”
He pumped hard, hitting my pelvis, sending liquid fire straight to my core. I rose up and down, riding his cock. Our moans and grunts mixed together. I was reaching for the stars, aware of nothing but the pleasure that was within my grasp.
His fingers dug into my hips and thrust hard. Once, twice and my body exploded, clenching around him. He buried himself deep inside me and his cock jerked, then he came in a rush. We both cried out and came together, shudders running down my body as he kissed me like it was our last kiss.
Santi Russo fucked me in the Ligurian Sea, and I loved it.
CHAPTER37
Santino
It was two a.m. and sleep just wouldn’t come. Yesterday, Amore struggled to find sleep. Today it was me. One more day and night, then I was due back in New York. I hated the idea of leaving her here. More than anything, I wanted to put a ring on her finger and drag her home with me.
Or if she insisted on staying here… Fuck it, I’d move to Italy if it made her happy. I had known we’d be perfect together ever since that kiss in The Orchid. I resisted it, unwilling to see her as anything other than a kid, that girl with tears glistening in her emerald gaze. But after that little kiss… I couldn’t forget her taste, her moans, her soft body under my palms.
She has always been mine. And I’d be damned if I let her father, that dragon woman of a grandmother, or anyone keep me away from her. Something in my chest twisted at the idea of losing her.
My eyes breezed over Amore’s sleeping form in my arms. She was sound asleep wearing my dress shirt and a pair of pink panties underneath it. The moonlight shone across her face. Or maybe it was the television. She’d insisted we watch a Marvel movie.Black Widowwas her favorite.
I couldn’t remember the last time I even turned on my tv set at home. Of course, she fell asleep not long into the movie and I let it play out. The volume was muted, so it wouldn’t wake her up.
The window was wide open, a light breeze sweeping through the room, lightly rustling the sheet covering her body. She slept on her side, facing me with her thigh hooked over me. Her breaths came out even through her slightly parted lips, her cheeks still flushed.
After our beach time today, she insisted we eat at home. I didn’t mind. We fit well together, even in the kitchen, though she couldn’t cook for shit. Not even mixing the ingredients. She often got sidetracked, either with an idea for a clothes design or by eyeing me. Damn, what that girl could do to me! My chest ached… actually hurt like a motherfucker, each time I even thought about losing her.
Fuck, Iwaswhipped. Utterly, completely in love with Amore Bennetti. Somehow, in all of this, life had become separated into two events, before we kissed and after we kissed.
Ever since our kiss, the idea of her with another man left an acidic taste in my mouth. I hated the idea of her with anyone else. An itch in the back of my head kept reminding me about that goddamn marriage contract. It should have been an easy piece of information to find out.
Yet, nothing. Fucking nothing!
My teeth clenched. I wanted Amore. Forever in my bed. Forever in my life, tied tome, because she’d be forever in my heart.
There’d never be another woman for me. She wasit.
But I also had to resolve her activities with DeAngelo. How in the fucking hell did she find time over the last two years to attend college, work for Regalè Fashion, start her own business with Maria, and run around South America hunting for her mother’s killer?
No wonder I had fallen for her. I’d watched her come into her own over the years. Unlike any other woman I had ever met, she had a resilient strength about her. Even when things spiraled out of control, she held her own with her ruthless father and her hard, demanding grandmother. Amore was shrewd and incredibly capable, navigating the world between her father and grandmother better than any other don I’d known.
Unlocking my phone, I read through the message from Carrera again. The family tree of George Anderson was a surprise, not a pleasant one either. He had two sons. One was killed by me. The other was still alive.
Ulrich Anderson was the man that slipped through our fingers. The man that was after Amore.
The man who held her and her mother captive. The question was, why did they want Amore and her mother dead?
