Page 84 of Thorns of Death
“Good girl,” I crooned, my voice rough. I wrapped her long curls around my fist and pulled hard, her mouth finding mine. “Now, ride Daddy’s cock.”
I held her head close to me, my other hand on her hip guiding her movements up and down. Her tits bounced against my chest, her hips rolled, my dick sliding in and out of her drenched pussy.
“Mia moglie.” I bit her neck, marring her perfect skin. “Mia piccola puttanella.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her pussy strangling my dick as she rolled her hips. I let go of her hair and dug my fingers into her soft flesh. I bucked my hips upward, piercing her. Hard. Rough. Her muscles trembled. Her pussy tightened, and I knew she was close to coming.
I had never connected with a woman like I did with Isla. She fucked freely, enjoyed pleasure with her entire being, and held nothing back. It was as if she were made for me. Every curve of her body molded into my body like we were made from the same flesh.
Reaching down, I found her clit with my thumb and brushed it lightly, teasing her.
“Yes, yes,” she panted, sliding her hands into her hair as she leaned back, never stopping to rock herself against my cock. “Please. Please give it to me.”
“Say ‘Ti prego’ and open your eyes,” I ordered. “I’ll give you what you want.”
“Ti prego,” she breathed.
With my other hand, I grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard. She moaned, her pussy constricting around my hard length. I circled and rubbed her clit with my thumb, and I felt her walls clamping down, milking my cock. She came hard, moaning “Daddy,” and fuck, nothing had ever felt so right.
My balls tightened, and our eyes locked as her body shuddered uncontrollably. My cock swelled inside her, the orgasm rushing through me as cum shot out of me and into her warm, welcoming pussy.
The world had ceased to exist for a moment as my climax dragged, my cock twitching inside her. It was better than ever before. It always felt different with her. And always would.
She collapsed on top of me, our breathing harsh.
All my secrets were about to unravel.
Cazzo, this woman. She’d be my undoing.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ISLA
My heart threatened to explode in my chest as I slid off my husband.
Jesus, I never thought I’d be married, never mind to someone who clearly operated within the criminal boundaries of the underworld.
It’s temporary, my mind whispered. But something about the way my husband looked at me told me the exact opposite. God, what had I done? For some reason, I couldn’t find regret in each hard beat of my heart as I watched Enrico clean me up.
I was too overwhelmed to say anything as he assisted me with my dress. He zipped it back up, his mouth coming down to press where my neck and shoulder met.
“Do you like the dress?” The rumble of his voice sent a vibration through me, winding me up. After learning all these disturbing details, I should have been repulsed by him. But I wasn’t, and that’s what bothered me most of all.
“I do,” I admitted. “Very much.” I turned my head to meet his gaze. “How long have you been planning this?”
I might lose my head every time he fucked me, but that didn’t mean I’d pretend all was okay and bury my head in the sand.
“A few weeks.” He didn’t even stop to consider this might be disturbing for me to hear.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted you.”
I released a heavy exhale while the hole in my chest grew until it threatened to consume all the warmth from the orgasm. “You had me. I would have probably slept with you again. So tell me something real.”
Something about this lust—abouthim—terrified me. I feared it’d leave me feeling cold and alone at the end of it all.
Several emotions passed over his expression. Admiration? Dissatisfaction at my challenging him? I wasn’t certain.
