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Santino lifts me onto his lap, so I’m on top. Holding my hips with his hands, he brings my body down onto his cock.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with everything inside me. We’re like wild, savage animals. The sound of our skin slapping together is loud in the quiet room, turning me on more.
“Oh, oh!” I drop my head back and let Santino do what he wants to my body.
He growls and nips at my neck while fucking me so hard. The way he grips my thighs makes me tremble.
“You say you hate me,” he says. “But you love this.”
I moan. “You hate me, but you also love this.”
“Fuck. I do.” He lowers me back onto the ground and really fucks me for all he’s worth. I’m powerless to stop it.
The truth is—I don’t want to stop it.
My orgasm hits me before I expect it. I cry out, clutching Santino’s back and wrapping me legs around his waist.
Santino practically roars as he comes. His hands smack onto the ground by my head. His breath his heavy. His brow is sweaty.
God, he’s so handsome.
We stare at each other once our orgasms pass. There’s so much I want to say to him.
But he pulls out of me and gets up, walking away just like last time, leaving me on the floor, well and truly fucked.
CHAPTER 14
Santino
Things are way too fucking complicated between Lucia and me.
I thought this marriage would be easier, I’ll admit. I wanted to marry Lucia for the challenge, but I figured she’d come around to submitting to me.
In fact, it’s been the exact opposite. She’s rude and careless and threatening to cut people with knifes.
I will say it would have been a little funny seeing Lucia cut Alexandria’s hair. Alexandria had it coming, tempting Lucia with danger.
But I need my wife to not ruin my reputation with my men.
Which is why I’m having my men over to discuss what happened yesterday.
“Your wife is out of control, Santino,” Alessandro says. “She could have killed my wife!”
I lean back in my seat. “Alexandria was fine. She didn’t even get scratched.”
“Emotional damage.”
I snort. “When did you become a girl, Alessandro? Emotional damage? Alexandria will be fine. I’ll make sure Lucia never tries anything like that again.”
Alessandro straightens his jacket. “Good.”
“But.”
All four of my men look right at me.
“But?” Alessandro asks. “What but? There is no buts. Your wife tried to hurt my wife.”
“Well, your wife was saying mean things to my wife.”
