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He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips into the air and pinned me down with a hand to my nape. He slammed into me so roughly that I squealed.

“I planned to take you for the first time staring into your eyes, showing you how much I wanted you. How much I craved you.” He pounded hard, his thick, glorious cock hitting me so deep I swear I could feel it in my womb. “But since you decided to get smart with me, I’m going to punish you. Fuck you like a whore instead.”

I moaned loudly, fisting the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as he rode me. My pussy rippled, the pleasure so good, so intense that I knew I was a heartbeat away from coming.

He gripped my hair and yanked my head back, pulling me up until my back smacked into his chest. He ran his tongue up my neck. “Oh, you like that,” he chuckled, “you want me to fuck you like a whore, don’t you my beautiful wife?”

“Yessss,” I whimpered. “Yes, oh God please Arturo, don’t stop.”

He swivelled his hips, keeping one hand in my hair as the other one came up and collared my throat. Driving forward, he powered into me, our bodies slick with sweat, our groans echoing all around us accompanied with the slap of his hips hitting my skin.

“You want my come,kotenok?You want to feel me shooting inside you?”

His rough voice and dirty words pushed me over the edge. My insides raged. My pussy clenched. My body spiralled out of control as pure ecstasy consumed me. Waves and waves of pleasure trailed over every inch of me and I screamed, shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through me.

Wet lips traced over my skin. Teeth latched onto my shoulder. Arturo’s thrusts turned chaotic, his grunts and growls filling the space of the room. Pound after pound, deeper and deeper he hit me. “Oh, fuck…” He lurched forward in one final, powerful snap of his hips and a deep guttural moan left his lips. His cock pulsed inside me; wet hot cum overflowing down my thighs.

His muscular toned body draped over mine and he placed a soft kiss on the side of my neck. “Don’t fall asleep,” he panted in my ear. “I’ll be taking you again.”

My arousal shot straight up all over again.

Oh fuck, I think he might kill me. With his dick.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Arturo De Luca

“Everybody in place?” I asked, speaking into my earpiece as I glared at the cheap ass motel from the shadows.

Despite how much Illayana wanted me to stay out of this fight, I couldn’t. Oh, she had tried tempting me into staying. Tried keeping me home with her instead of going out. After finally fucking her, being able to sink my cock deep into that tight wet pussy I could barely think of anything else. And she damn well knew it.

She flaunted that delectable body around me as I got ready, bending down with her ass in the air and pushing her chest out so her tits caught my attention. I nearly stabbed myself with my own damn knife, she was so distracting.

Even though I wanted nothing more than to bite into that soft smooth skin, to hold her body tight and fuck her until she couldn’t think of anything else but me and the pleasure I brought her, I couldn’t.

These fuckers attacked us. Killed my men. Tried to kidnap Lucian and Theodora. I wasn’t going to let that shit slide. They were going to pay in blood.

The motel was small, located just off the highway in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. It looked like it was one small breeze away from crumbling to pieces, with holes in the roof and patches of paint and plaster missing from the walls.

After some research we found out each room had two entry points, a front and back door which meant we needed to cover both to ensure nobody escaped.

We worked out that the best plan of attack was to come at them from all sides. Box those fuckers in so they had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

The Bratva were going to come in from the back while simultaneously the Cosa Nostra came from the front. They wouldn’t know what hit em’.

“Da,”Dimitri’s rough voice responded. “We are in position.”

I looked to my left. Vin smiled wickedly, danger glinting in his eyes.

“You ready,fratello?” Brother?I asked, reaching into my jacket and pulling out my gun.

Vin smirked. “I was born ready.”

I rolled my eyes and looked to my right. My father’s steely gaze was plastered to the building in front of him, his anger like a thick cloud all around us.

“Padre? Pronto?”Father? Ready?

He cocked his gun and growled.

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