Page 117 of Thorns of Death
I tensed. I couldn’t have possibly heard her right.
“Donatella with Sofia?” She nodded, and I took her shoulders between my palms. “Are you sure?”
Blowing out an exasperated breath, she said, “Yes, I’m sure. Donatella was eating Sofia’s… you know what. It’s not something you forget seeing.”
“Puttana.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, to each their own. You can’t fault her for who she wants to go down on.”
I groaned. “I don’t give a shit who Donatella goes down on. But her working with Sofia Volkov is bad. Really, really bad.”
She sighed. “Yeah, her working with anyone is bad.” She shifted so her body covered mine, her breasts pressing against my chest and her thighs straddling me. Of course, my cock instantly hardened. At this rate, we’d never finish this conversation. “Anyhow, I took off and they came after me, but then I ran into this young woman. It made both Sofia and Donatella pause. I think she was Sofia’s daughter.”
I shook my head. “No, it can’t be. Her only daughter is dead and she wouldn’t be young at this point.”
She shrugged. “Well, I’m telling you what the young woman told me. She apologized for her mother, saying she’s paranoid.”
“Dio mio,” I murmured. “This might be our break. If she has a daughter, Sofia is vulnerable.”
Isla’s delicate red brows furrowed. “I don’t think you should use her kid against her.”
“We won’t hurt her, but maybe we can use her to end her mother.” When it looked like Isla would protest again, I quieted her with my mouth by pressing a kiss on her lips. “Sofia has ruined numerous lives. She has to be stopped.”
“I agree, but don’t hurt her kid.”
“Te lo prometto,” I promised.
She shifted, grinding her pussy against my hard shaft, and I let out a strangled groan. “Isla, unless you want to get fucked hard again, I suggest you stop moving.”
My wife gave me a sweet smile. “You said sex will be my exercise. I need to be in top shape.”
In one swift move, I rolled her onto her back and drove into her with ease, her tight heat welcoming as I filled her to the hilt. She moaned, wrapping her slim legs around me. I groaned.Cazzo, she felt like home.
“Oh, yes…” She arched off the bed, the soles of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs.
“At this rate, we’ll have a baby by next year,” I grunted as I slowly pulled out, only to power back into her body with deep, long thrusts.
“Wait,” she breathed, her eyes locking with mine. “What did you say?”
My hands roamed her body. Squeezing. Grabbing. Needed this connection with her like it was my oxygen. “I want to have children with you.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “No.”
I stilled. “No?”
“I’m not having a baby while crazy Donatella roams this earth, trying to kill me.”
“I’d protect you and the baby.”
She shook her head. “Non-negotiable. Besides, I’m on birth control.” She tapped her shoulder. “I have another year.”
I let out a string of Italian curses. “A fucking year?”
She started grinding herself against me, moaning softly. “Yes.” She watched me through hooded eyelids, her eyes glistening like emeralds. “Once the Donatella threat is gone, we can talk about babies and removal of my implant. Not a moment sooner.”
“Va bene. It’s a deal.”
Then I took my time powering into her body, rolling my hips and letting her feel every stroke, every touch. Her lips remained parted, her moans getting louder with each brutal thrust into her body. My hands were hungry for her, touching her all over. Grabbing her, feeling her.
