Page 50 of Straight, No Chaser
“Luciano.”
The best fucking sound to hear my name fall from her lips when her body welcomes me inside her. Skin softer than cashmere glides under my fingertips as I run my hands over her shoulders and up and down her back, feeling the delicate bones under my palms. Patient as I’ve ever been as she adjusts to me again.
I lift up to meet her burgeoning thrusts. Nothing more seductive than her claiming me. She needs to comprehend the depth of my feelings, of the impact she has on me. Fisting her hair, I hold her head a breath from mine. "Who's ring are you wearing?"
A sharp intake of air before she licks her lips, so close she brushes across mine with her wet tongue. Fighting every instinct not to suck it into my mouth.
"Yours."
"Who's dick is inside you?"
Her arms coil around my neck, sheathing herself to me while I cup her ass cheeks. Grinding her forward and backward in the way I know she likes. That I fucking love. Coaxing a moan to rumble in her throat.
"Yours."
So fucking beautiful as she fights to keep her eyes open. Heavy with need for the release only I can grant her. My own cock twitching to be so close. "Who do you belong to?"
"You."
The fevered whisper almost undoes me. But I want more. I want it all. Greedy and insatiable to know she's mine. That no other man fills her thoughts. "I want to hear you say it."
"I belong to you."
I suck the hollow of her throat when her head falls back. Ecstasy roaring through her body. Pumping a few more times, I can't hold back. "Fly for me, angel."
I yank her head forward, covering her mouth with mine, and swallowing down her cries as I come inside her. All her screams belong to me. No one else ever gets to hear baby girl's bliss.
Fingernails tickle the nape of my neck while she nuzzles my shoulder. “You know, you’re very sexy when you smile like that.”
Loving the playfulness in her tone and touch, I relax and twist to rest my back against the wall. Giving us a better view of her expansive farmland. “I didn't know I was.”
“You look like that every time we make love. Like you're really happy.”
I kiss her cheek, warm and smooth under my lips. "Happiness doesn't even begin to describe it."
"Same here."
Only a few minutes pass before her body softens and even breaths blow on my chest. Exhaustion claiming her. Not even stirring from my phone buzzing incessantly on the small dresser. Time for me to go. As much as it kills me to leave. But I owe her irrefutable peace of mind that son of a bitch will never hurt her again. I press my lips against her forehead one last time before I tuck her into bed. "Sweet dreams, angel."
* * *
Acrid smellof urine welcomes me as I stroll into the crumbling building. Stupid motherfucker's already pissed his pants. Guess Franklin's started the party without me. No worries. Still plenty of time to fuck this bastard over.
Hunter twists back and forth, fighting like a dumb ass against his restraints. Yeah, because this pussy ass thinks he can break free from metal chains strung over twenty inch steel pipes. What a fucking moron.
Franklin gives him a shove, chuckling while Hunter runs on tip toes to try and keep the handcuffs from cutting any deeper into his ripped skin. Matching the blood leaking from his mouth. Guess Franklin's already yanked out a few molars. Hunter quickly learning the punishment for getting too mouthy.
"Evening, boss."
Boz chin lifts me, his jaw clenched tight. Still smarting from earlier when he didn't get to finish the job. I pat him on the back, his thick muscles flexing under my hand. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn."
A vicious smile curls his lips. This is why my men love me. I give them the ability to utilize their best talents, and in return, they give me their undying loyalty.
I shake Franklin's hand, and he steps back, acquiescing to my authority. Hunter isn't as welcoming, scowling as much as he can manage with a swollen cheek.
“I see you've met Franklin."
"Fuck you!"
