Page 65 of The Bonventi Hitman
"Patience, Bella. I want to savor you. To feel everything. To have my cock slide in and out of its temple. To fully know what is mine."
His words ignite a fresh wave of desire, and I push back against him, seeking the deep stretch I so desperately need. But he holds me steady, refusing to be rushed, and I'm left to submit, to revel in the slow, deliberate movements that stoke the fire within me to a new burn level I didn't think possible.
One of his hands slides up my back, tracing my spine before becoming tangled in my hair. He gives a gentle tug, forcing myhead back, and I gasp at the slight sting of pain that only serves to heighten my pleasure.
"You feel so good, Sofia," he says, his voice full of lust. "So wet, so perfect. All for me."
I moan in response, as I feel another orgasm building, my walls tightening around him. This one slower than before, a deep, rolling wave that threatens to consume me.
He feels it too, as his pace begins to quicken, his control slipping as his own raw animal need takes over. His thrusts become more demanding.
"Come again with me, Bella," he growls, his voice strained with the effort of fucking me. "I want to feel you come undone around my cock."
With a cry that seems to come from the very depths of my soul, I shatter again, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me with each thrust.
This time, Gabriel follows me over the edge, his grip on my hair tightening as he buries himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as his warm release fills me.
For a moment, we remain locked together, our breaths the only sound in the room. Then, with tenderness, Gabriel withdraws from me and helps me stand. He turns me to face him, and I lean into him, my legs still weak from the intensity of our encounter.
He reaches up, cupping my face in his hands, and kisses me.
"You're incredible, Sofia," Gabriel says against my lips, his hands stroking the sides of my face in a soothing rhythm.
I smile, feeling a warmth of comfort and protection in my chest.
"You're not so bad yourself," I tease.
I've never taken compliments well.
He smirks and then bends down, bringing my clothes up slowly and helping me dress. He then dresses himself. We finish in silence, each lost in our own thoughts.
And while I'm unsure of what he's thinking, I'm hit by the fact that I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want the lies, the undercover work, Luca, the FBI—none of it. I just want him and to stay in this room forever.
I've made a mess of everything. I've never been so reckless in my life.
Once we're both ready, he pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I close my eyes and can feel the calm, steady beat of his heart against my cheek.
"Should we be getting back?" I ask, avoiding looking up at him. "Luca may be wondering where we are."
Gabriel sighs, and I can hear his teeth grind for a moment before speaking. "Fuck him. Let him wonder."
My eyes shoot open; I've never heard him speak about Luca that way.
"I'm going to speak with him," Gabriel says. "I'm done sharing what's mine. Done with having to think about you with him."
Gabriel's words hang heavy in the air, and I can feel his muscles tighten.
I look up at him and see a possessive fire in his eyes, burning away any lingering doubts about his intentions with confronting Luca, and more importantly, how he feels about me.
"Gabriel," I say, looking into those eyes, "you know Luca and I have never?—"
He cuts me off with a kiss that's hard and deep. "I will handle this, Bella. Tonight," he says when he finally pulls away. "I have no intention of letting this thing with Luca continue."
As much as I fear what might come—the potential fallout from challenging someone as powerful as Luca Romano within the Bonventi hierarchy—there's an undeniable thrill that courses through me at Gabriel's declaration. It's reckless and dangerous, but haven't I been going about all this the same way?
Gabriel pushes the bookshelf back into place, and he takes my hand, leading me back through the labyrinth of secret rooms under the Capstone Hotel.
As we step into the speakeasy, the sounds of jazz music and laughter take me by surprise. The atmosphere is lively.
