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I drag my torso back into the upright position. “Let’s do this,” I say. “Let’s make you officially mine by obliterating this pesky bitch.”
He chuckles as his thumb moves over to circle my clit, and when my body starts to climb to that delicious place again, I try to relax and sink the rest of the way down, pushing through the pain.
“Jesus … fuck,” he grates out. His hooded eyes are glued towhere our bodies are joined, so I grind my hips forward, garnering a groan from him.
His gaze flickers up to mine as I begin to rotate my pelvis in a circular motion. “That’s it, sweetheart, ride me just like that.”
His words spur me on, because I have no experience here, other than what I’ve read in my books.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How perfect your pretty pussy looks wrapped around my cock.”
The feeling of being torn in two doesn’t really dull, but the pleasure eventually begins to outweigh the pain.
My flattened palms rest on his chest as I withdraw him right to the tip and sink back down. It takes me some time before I finally find my rhythm, and before I know it, I’m a lust-crazed sex maniac, riding him like a cowboy would a bull in a rodeo.
His hands slide up to palm my breasts as he speaks. “Or how spectacular your tits look as they bounce around while you ride me.”
He’s so big.
So deep.
I’m in ecstasy.
And I can tell by the way his facial features relax, and how he grunts and groans, that he is enjoying this as much as I am.
I feel desired.
Sexy.
Wanted.
His strong, tattooed hands move back to my hips. His grip tightens to the point I know he’s going to leave marks, but I don’t care.
He effortlessly lifts and drags me back down, over and over again. He rolls his hips forward and meets me thrustfor thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and our cries of pleasure.
Beads of sweat pepper both our foreheads. A part of me worries that he’s overdoing it, but I’m too far gone to stop this.
His thumb moves back to my clit, and my body climbs to the point of no return. The orgasm that rips through me seconds later is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s endless and so intense that for a moment I think I may pass out or possibly even die.
If I do, at least I’ll go out with a huge smile on my face.
Chapter 36
Romeo
Lucia is asleep, tangled in the sheets, her breathing soft and even. She looks peaceful, like nothing in this world could ever touch her.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees, staring down at the blood on the towel in my hand.
The same towel I used to clean her up after I blew my load inside her, and never once considered the fact that I wasn’t wearing a rubber.
It’s not much blood, just a smear, but it feels heavier than any body I’ve ever buried. I finally crossed the line I swore I never would, and now I’m feeling conflicted. I took something from her that she can never get back. I changed her life tonight.
There’s no denying that I wanted it. She pulled me in like I was the only thing she ever needed. And God help me, I craved her just as badly, but seeing proof of what I’ve done twists something in my gut.
I’m not used to feeling guilty. You don’t get to be where I am by second-guessing your actions. You pull the trigger, you clean up the mess, and you move on.
But this isn’t business.
