Page 32 of The Vatican
Chapter 17
Saveria~
It was painful but needed at the same time.
I didn’t need pretty words or delicate touches. I didn’t want a sugarcoated version of Francisco. I was still working through all my emotions, and just because I was letting him take me, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t still hurt or angry. And that’s why I wasn’t telling him to stop even though the pleasure and pain were battling equally. I needed a way to purge my hate and mixing in the pain with the pleasure was helping with that.
I also couldn’t deny the view was spectacular.
Francisco Benetti hovering over me, with his body crashing into mine, was a vision that would be burned into my mind forever. “More,” I demanded, no matter the price my body was going to pay tomorrow.
He told me he loved me. He told me he’s always been in love with me and I wanted him to prove it. I wanted-no,neededto feel that he did. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life believing my marriage was just an arrangement, even if it was.
Francisco was looking down at me, and there was determination in those black eyes of his to give me what I was demanding of him. He looked beautifully violent and I wanted him untethered. “Baby…”
“Please,” I begged him. “Please, Francisco…”
He pushed into me hard enough to move the bed. “You want me to tear you apart?” he asked, and it was a terrifying but thrilling notion.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Motherfucker,”he growled, but he delivered. Francisco started slamming into me with enough force to put dents it the wall. I had no doubt the entire building was shaking all around us, but I still needed more. I needed this man to erase all signs of doubt from my mind and all signs of betrayal from my heart.
“Yes,”I hissed, my nails digging into his back and my legs pulling up higher around his waist. “Make me cum, Francisco,” I said, issuing demand, after demand. “Make me cum.”
The challenge must have touched that male nerve that was as old as time because he hooked my left leg over his arm, opening my body wider, and his thrusts were full of every inch of his impressive length. I felt my entire center being stretched impossibly wide and I loved it.
“Like that, baby?” he panted. “Is that how you want to be fucked?” I moaned at his filthy words. “Do you need every inch of my cock stretching out that tight pussy of yours?”
“Yes!” I screamed, not caring who heard me. I could feel the pressure building, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m going to have you cumming on my cock every fucking night, baby,” he promised. “I’m going to keep you fill with my cum, Ria. No one will ever doubt who you belong to ever again.You’llnever doubt it.”
I came.
My entire body trembled with waves of pleasure and white spots danced behind my eyes. But then he rode me through another one, and I was about to beg him to stop when he finally seized above me and emptied himself inside me. He was the only man I’d ever been with without the benefit of protection and there was something dangerously erotic about the feel of him flooding my body.
“Francisco…” He was still pushing into me even though his dick was beginning to soften.
“I can’t get enough,” he gritted out. “Fuck, Ria, it’s not fucking enough.”
I knew what he meant.
I knew how he felt.
When he finally rolled off me, he pulled me into his arms and the only thing I could hear was his rapid heartbeat underneath my ear.
I must have fallen asleep because, suddenly, I jerked awake to find the bed empty. I reached over and the spot where Francisco should have been was cold. I sat up and, when I threw my legs over the side of the bed, I winced at the tenderness between my legs. I wasn’t about to put any underwear or pants on, so I went over to the closet and pulled out one of Francisco’s shirts.
I knew this penthouse as well as I knew my apartment, so I padded around barefoot until I found him in his study again. He was sitting at his desk, his laptop fired up, his perfect face lit with the backdrop. It’s amazing how I’ve always thought Francisco was a sexy, gorgeous man, but now…now, he was just simply beautiful in my eyes.
He looked up as I walked into the room. “Couldn’t sleep, Benetti?” I didn’t stop until I perched my ass against the edge of his desk.
“I think my shirts look better on you than they do me,” he remarked, a sly grin on his lips.
I glanced at the laptop. “What are you doing that’s more important than being in bed with me?”
He smirked as he stood up and walked around his desk. I looked into those black eyes as he grabbed my hips and perched me on top of the oak. I noticed he took care to set me down carefully.
