Page 105 of Till Death Do Us Part

Shit.

I was going to start hyperventilating. Even though the view was stunning at night, with the lights giving definition to the water’s outline and the monstrous shape of Mount Etna, it was intimidating. We were swinging by a cable over depths I couldn’t see anymore.

“Stand in front of me.”

“What?”

Felice nodded in front of him, and when I didn’t move, he planted me there himself. I reached out for his shoulders instead of the bars, refusing to let go. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath when his hands slid up my legs. The car was stuffy, and his fingers were cool from holding the gelato.

He inched higher, under my dress, to my underwear. He ripped them off, and I went forward some before he set me back. The dress had buttons. He undid the bottom few, so he could open it just there.

I shivered when the gelato dripped between my legs. Felice took a knee in front of me, and I convulsed when his warm breath fanned against my thighs as he started to lick it off. He lifted my leg some for better access. I felt like I was falling backward, but the rush of adrenaline from the fear, the different sensations, hot and cold, the stickiness and him cleaning me up…it was heightening my reaction. The noises I made echoed inside of the space.

“That’s my beautiful girl,” he said, sliding his finger inside of me. I could feel him watching my face. “You want me to keep licking your sweet pussy?”

“Please,” I moaned out, shamelessly grinding against his hand.

“Open your eyes, Roma.”

I forced them open. The car’s windows reflected our every move. He started to pump into me, while his mouth came down and devoured me again. He was licking me clean, and when I was on the edge, he bit down and sucked on the sensitive nub of nerves, sending me spiraling into oblivion. I hadn’t even caught my breath when he unzipped his pants, his dick springing free, and lifted me off my feet. My legs wrapped around him, and he slipped inside.

We both groaned.

He unbuttoned the top of my dress, just enough to push my breast over the bra. He started to suck my nipple, and, using the bars for purchase, I started to move against him harder. He pulsed his hips up, and I cried out. He was massive, and my body had to stretch to accommodate him.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He growled when he rammed me even harder. “Your pussy knows who it belongs to. Me. All mine, Roma Maggio. For the rest of our lives.”

I wasn’t sure if the car was trembling from us or the cable. We were crashing into each other, our bodies smacking. My breasts jiggled from the impact, and his balls slapped against me. Sweat coated my body, and I was whimpering. He was working my body as hard as the steep terrain was working the cable cars.

“Fuck,” he ground out. “My wife likes to scream. Fuck yes.” His breathing was ragged. “Drain every last drop from my cock. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sank his hand into my hair and pulled my face forward. Our tongues reached out, touching, before he went deep.

He hissed out a breath when I tightened around him. I couldn’t hold back. My body felt like it was about to snap. When it did, I convulsed around his cock, my voice breaking, like someone was shaking me.

An animalistic noise came from his throat, and the sound of it made my orgasm stretch. He grabbed hold of my hips, tilting them up, reaching me so deep, he was blurring the line between pleasure and pain. I was like a rag doll, draped across the bar, holding on during a storm. My body had no choice but to give in again. I was too sensitive.

He cursed, coming hard enough to make sweat from his body splash on my chest.

He set his forehead against mine, our breaths dancing, until his eyes opened. He looked high. He glanced behind me, taking in where we were on the ride.

He kissed my lips and pulled out. He buttoned my dress, then, using my underwear, cleaned me up. He stuck them back in his pocket and zipped himself up. He grabbed my hand and my bag, and a second later, we stepped off the cable car.

“That was actually fun,” I said, keeping a hand on my dress so the wind couldn’t blow it up. “I’d like to do it again someday.”

He wrapped an arm around my neck, kissed my temple, and laughed all the way home.

Chapter37

Roma

We stayed at our villa in Taormina for another week before Cassio called and told Felice he needed to return to Chicago. Tommaso was having issues with his heart, and he wanted Felice home. If something happened to the boss, I knew my husband was going to take his place.

I didn’t know how that would change our lives, just that it would somehow.

It was hard not to stress about it as Felice drove us to the penthouse. It felt odd being back in Chicago. It was such a sharp contrast to the warmth of Italy and our time there. Not that I didn’t love Chicago and beinghomewith Felice, but real life and the responsibilities that come with were almost depressing to think about.

Especially knowing Babbo and my sisters lived close, and things were never going to be the same between us.

Felice brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. Maybe he sensed the change in my mood.

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