Page 17 of The Villain's Beloved (The Villain's Duet 2)

“Dear God,” she moaned, pushing her face deeper into the sheets, her hips pushed out toward me, making her pussy bloom while I fucked her.

“You like that, don’t you? Thinking of me spilling blood for you, pulling out a man’s heart all in the name of love.”

“I guess that makes us both fucked up.” She squirmed, trying to match my every thrust as much as she possibly could with her hands tied behind her back.

Sweat beaded around my temples, my heart racing as if it could tear from my chest, my body rigid as tension gripped every muscle, ready to pump my release into her.

“I need you to come,” I ordered through my rapid breaths. “And I want to fucking hear you.”

“Elijah.” Her lips parted, eyes closed, and lips glistening. “Harder.”

Snaking my arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against my pelvis, skin slapping on skin, I pressed down on her clit, working her pussy as if my fucking life depended on it. “You better come on my cock before I cream this cunt of yours, cellist.”

Her moans grew louder as I pistoned harder, faster, mercilessly in and out of her. My balls smacked against her skin, and I bit my bottom lip, tasting my own blood while I fought for control, wanting her to come. But, Jesus, I was on the edge, my body ready to tip over. That was when I let go of her waist, reached for her hair, fisting the dark strands, and pulled her head back, causing her to scream. God, her screams. It was beautiful.

“That’s it,” I bit out, pulling her hair harder and fucking her cunt faster. “Scream for me, baby. Let me hear your pleasure.”

“Elijah. I’m coming.” And then I felt it, her pussy throbbing around my cock as she climaxed, her walls sucking me in deeper as her entire body trembled. Sweet, violent moans of ecstasy filled the bedroom, and I never wanted her to stop. I loved hearing her scream my name and watching her come undone because of my cock.

As her screams quieted, my orgasm snapped from my spine and slammed against the tip of my dick, jerking and throbbing as I spilled my load inside her. It was so fucking intense, every muscle in my body ached.

My cock was still twitching when I reached for the belt around her wrists, untying it. She fell forward, and I groaned as I slipped out of her, instantly mourning the loss of her slick heat.

I lay down on top of her—her back against my chest, her ass spooning perfectly against my cock. I eased the hair from the side of her face, both of us still breathing rapidly. “Don’t ever doubt my intentions when it comes to you. Do you understand me?”

She clutched the silk sheets between her fingers, her wrists red from where the leather had bitten into her skin. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.

“You’re my cellist,” I rasped against her ear, “my obsession…my requiem.”

6

The soundof his rhythmic breathing calmed me. The early sunrise peeked through the round windows, casting shimmering rays across the room. It was going to be a beautiful sunny day in Italy today.

Italy.

God. I had never gotten the opportunity to travel, and here I was off the coast of Italy on a yacht, yet unable to explore and experience one of the most romantic cities in the world.

I hate Murphy.

My thoughts drifted to my grandfather and what Elijah had told me about him. Just like Elijah, Gianni Guerra was a hitman for the mafia. A killer. A contractor. A soldier for this Bernardi family Elijah was so hellbent on protecting me from. I didn’t know these people. I didn’t know my grandfather. I didn’t even know Elijah until he stormed in and placed himself right in the center of my life. A man who was raised by my grandfather, trained by him to be a killer. And judging by the number of music notes inked on Elijah’s skin, I’d say he did a fucking brilliant job.

I slipped my arm from underneath the pillow, and I felt that all too familiar stiffness in my hand. It ached, my fingers burning as I moved them, trying to warm them up and get some blood flowing. It was probably too much to ask to have a sunshine dayanda pain-free one as well.

Elijah tightened his hold around my waist, pulling me closer. His cock stirred and hardened against my ass, his palm cupping my breast.

I smiled. “Good morning, Mr. Mariano.”

“Oh, it’s a good morning indeed.” He traced his lips against my naked shoulder, peppering kisses along my skin. “There is no better feeling in the world than waking up and finding you here next to me. Naked and ready for me.”

He squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, stirring to life a new flame inside my core. But as much as my body craved to be used by him once again, my mind wandered to the streets of Italy, to Gianni currently behind bars in prison somewhere.

“I want to meet him.”

He stilled, his hand paused on my breast.

“I want to meet my grandfather, Elijah.” I turned on my back so I could look at him. “Please.”

Those lustrous amber eyes I found myself lost in over and over again turned dark, the sexual tension snapping in half, leaving his body cold and his expression ice.

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