Page 71 of Captured Fantasy

“Thank you for that,” I said, stroking her back softly.

She relaxed, straightening. When she leaned back against me, I felt her weight sag in my arms. She was exhausted.

A powerful wave of protectiveness washed over me as I lifted her and carried her into the shower, turning on the warm water. She leaned against me, her head on my chest, her fingers stroking down my sides. By the time she was washed and dried and I had her in bed, she was fast asleep.

I finished showering and slipped beneath the quilt. She murmured in her sleep as I pulled her against my chest. Her hair smelled so impossibly sweet and perfect and I buried my face in it and closed my eyes.

CHAPTER TWENTY

LORENZA

After that night, I didn’t see Cosimo until June. He texted me every morning to check in with me and to let me know he wished he could visit. Lucien was trying to move an enormous amount of product from one warehouse to another as quickly as possible and Cosimo was heading up this operation. He told me he worked from four in the morning until eleven at night, which left him only time to eat and sleep.

It was the middle of June and I had just returned from cleaning up the church basement after a school picnic. My hair stuck to my temples and my sundress was damp between my shoulder blades. It had been a long day of making sandwiches, herding groups of first graders through the park, and breaking up fights on the playground. My back ached and I was ready to sink into the tub with a glass of wine.

One of Federico’s men dropped me off at the end of the street and I walked down the quiet, dark sidewalk. I never felt unsafe in my neighborhood and I enjoyed taking night walks. Tonight the air smelled of sickly sweet flowers and baked earth—it was one of my favorite scents. It reminded me of hot summer days as a little girl, sitting on the front step while my father worked in his study.

I stopped abruptly as I turned onto my walkway. Cosimo stood on my porch, one hand in his pocket, looking down at me. My spine prickled and a surge of desire moved up my body and my nipples hardened. He looked different, the lines in his face were harder and he’d bulked up. The sleeves on his black t-shirt were tighter than I remembered.

There was a tinge of darkness in his eyes that didn’t go away this time. It gave me pause. I’d seen that look before in Lucien’s eyes, in Federico’s hard gaze. It was the look of a made man who had seen too much.

“Cosimo,” I whispered, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

He beckoned me with two fingers. “Come.”

I went.

My body prickled with heat as he touched my chin, bending to kiss me. He tasted good, like lingering sweat on the edges of his mouth. He pulled me against him, his hand slipping into my pocket to take the house key out. His arm held me steady like an iron band as he pulled me into the dark hallway.

“Cosimo, I—”

His eyes flashed and he dropped the keys, pushing me up against the wall. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, my fight or flight instinct began to engage. His fingers curled in my hair and his mouth pressed to mine, consuming me. My chest filled with warmth and my body relaxed. This was Cosimo, he wouldn’t hurt me, no matter how badly he desired me. I trusted him.

I heard the faint clank of him reaching between us to undo his belt. Dark gaze on me, he shoved up my skirt and pulled my panties to the side. He spat into his hand and his fingers slid over my pussy, coating my entrance. I barely had time to register his hand before it was gone and he thrust into me with a heavy groan.

I gasped, clutching onto him as he lifted me and pressed me up against the wall. His mouth covered mine, kissing me so hard our teeth knocked together. He pulled back and bit my lip until I felt the skin break, his tongue swiping out to taste the trace of blood. I whimpered, the pain like a shot of adrenaline, and rocked against him. Meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, baby, I missed your sweet, little pussy,” he breathed.

I nodded, frantically, wordlessly. His cock was perfect, stretching me and hitting the most delicious places. Shivers moved up and down my spine and my stomach fluttered.

He balanced me on one arm and braced me against the wall. My God, he lifted me like I weighed nothing. His free hand moved up, grasping my jaw in an iron grip. The bolt of pain went right to my pussy and I felt a little gush of wetness down my thighs. He growled through his teeth and pushed his fingers into my mouth, holding my jaw steady.

“Suck my fingers, you fucking slut,” he hissed.

His eyes were wild, burning like dark fire. I obeyed, wrapping my tongue around them, drawing them into the back of my throat. The pictures on the walls banging loudly as he fucked my mouth with his fingers and my pussy with his cock.

I’d never been taken like this and my body was shooting off signals like fireworks. A current of pleasure surged through me, mingled with delicious pain. His cock was so hard it hurt, but I wanted it to, I needed to feel it raw like this. More than anything in the world, I wanted to be so sore tomorrow it would hurt to touch myself.

I cried out around his fingers and he withdrew them. This time his fingers curled around my throat, pinning me back against the wall. His movements grew even more forceful, bruising me inside and making me whimper, but he didn’t relent.

No, he gave everything to me in long, brutal thrusts that shook my hips to my core. All the while, his dark gaze fixed on mine, never breaking contact. Watching me writhe helplessly beneath him.

“You’ve had it easy with me so far, Enza,” he breathed. “I’m gonna take you back to my bed. I’m gonna tie your perfect, little body up and fuck it until you can’t take it anymore.”

I nodded wordlessly, his grip tightening on my throat. The world spun and I hoped to God he would keep choking me because the most amazing sensation was blossoming between my thighs. Instead, he relented, releasing my neck.

“No,” I gasped. “Don’t stop—please, choke me like that.”

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