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“God. Please,” she screamed.
I fucked her. Fast. Hard. Pounding furiously into her.
Her legs, heels still on, wrapped around my waist, her fingers at my back, my body against hers as I thrust into her. Her pussy clenched around me. Her moans and words urged me on. Her wetness, hot and sticky, dripped all over our bodies.
With a grunt, I drove into her hard. Mercilessly. The tip of my cock and the piercing brushing against her womb. She shuddered and quivered. A rush of wetness and her insides clenched around my cock. She whimpered again, moans spilling from her lips, as she reached her orgasm.
I came the hardest I ever had, my seed pouring into her. My heart pounded in my ears. I shuddered as my orgasm rattled through me. And I swore I saw lightning behind my eyelids.
“Mia Bella,” I whispered, hoping she wouldn’t hear the endearment,
I pulled out and she gasped, almost painfully.
The haze of pleasure slowly dissipated and my eyes lowered to where our bodies were joined mere seconds ago.
The sight of my seed and broken condom… blood smeared all over it, my cock and her inner thighs.
Margaret Callahan was a virgin? What the fuck!
ChapterOne
LUCA
Two Years Ago
We had just intercepted and rescued a shipment of women that my father had helped smuggle into the country. He, along with Raphael Santos’ father, was deep into this human trafficking shit. When seeing shit like that, the only coping mechanism was humor. At least for me, it was.
It was a better alternative to moping, like I had time for that touchy feely crap, or being a grouchy ass. My brother was too serious. Luciano had been too angry since his wife disappeared. Nico had been avenging his sister and blaming himself for failing her. Alexei had been dealing with the consequences of a fucked up life. He probably had it the worst of any of us and that was saying a lot.
And me, I had been trying to atone for my first sin. Of course, I’d committed many more since then, but that first one still ate at me. It still kept me up at night. The raven haired girl with ocean blue eyes had haunted my dreams since then.
My eyes traveled over the young women huddled together, terror and fear in their eyes. It churned my stomach, but it didn’t rattle me like the terror I had seen in that little girl’s eyes all those years ago.
Maybe it was the fact that it was my first kill, but I was pretty sure it was because I was the one who had caused that look.
Shaking off those thoughts and shoving the past back into a dark corner where it belonged, I focused on the women here in front of me. We could save them. We could give them a better and safer life. The question was where.
The women didn’t want to go back to their homes. They wanted to hide here in the States. So, we pondered options, until Nico came up with one.
“Maybe we can double them in rooms for a week or so until we can expand the building,” Nico muttered pensively as he began typing vigorously on his phone. Nico’s housekeeper, Gia, was a victim of trafficking. He saved her and with Nico’s help, she was running a shelter for other women who’d been through the same thing.
“I know you’re good,” I scoffed at him. Nico had legitimate construction companies but setting up a brand new building in a week was a stretch. Even for him. “But expansion in a week? You’re not that good.”
Nico cocked his eyebrow, a smug look in his face.
“Challenge accepted,” he deadpanned. “What are we betting?”
“Aren’t you fucking rich enough?” I snorted.
“I’m not talking about money,” he drawled.
“Then what do you want?” I questioned him.
“A favor,” Nico responded without thinking about it. “Any favor, at any point in my life when I want it.”
“Don’t do it,” Luciano warned, sharing an amused glance with Cassio. These old fuckers thought they knew me so goddamn well. “You’re gonna lose.”
“He lost already,” Alexei chimed in. Lovely, not even the cold psychopath believed in me.
