Page 33 of Hot-Blooded Killer

He kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine, trapping me against him. He trails another path of kisses down my body and sucks on one of my nipples, then the other. I writhe beneath him, moving my hips against his, unable to stop myself from moving, trying to convince him to take me now.

Lorenzo chuckles and slides a finger inside my pussy, then another, pumping them inside me once again. “I’ll give you what you want, Principessa,” he says, his voice filled with lust. “I will fuck you so hard that everyone in the entire goddamn hotel will hear you scream my name.”

“Yes,” I breathe out, unable to say anything more. All I can do is moan for him. “Please, yes.”

At the sound of my pleading, Lorenzo groans, and finally—finally—moves atop me, positioning his shaft at my entrance.

With a quick thrust, he pushes himself partway inside me, then holds himself still there, staring into my eyes. I gasp at the feel of him deep inside me.

With a groan, he picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and he slowly slides me down even further onto him.

“Gia.” Lorenzo moans my name against my neck as he pulls me slowly down against him until his cock, huge and hard, fills me completely.

Heat pools deep in my core, and Lorenzo’s cock begins to jerk inside me. He closes his eyes as if he’s barely able to keep from coming now that he’s inside me.

I whimper and writhe against him as he begins pumping into me, the tip of his cock bumping against my cervix, sending chills running up and down my spine.

My orgasm begins building, a hot wet wave of euphoria rising to a crescendo. Lorenzo reaches down between us, resting the tip of his finger on my clit for a split second before he begins flicking it in time to his thrusts.

The wave crashes over me, sending pleasure slamming through my entire body until I can’t imagine anything else in the world but the two of us coming together. I scream his name over and over again, just as he promised I would.

I whimper in protest when he withdraws—until he grabs me by the hips and flips me to bend over the bed.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Lorenzo promises, and he pushes himself inside me again, his sentence ending on a groan as his cock slides home inside me.

From this angle, I can feel every ridge of his cock as it slides into me. He thrusts at a steady, slow pace, relishing the feeling of his body joined with mine.

“More,” I moan.

“Are you sure?” Lorenzo asks, and again I hear that darkness lurking inside him, waiting to come out. I shiver, and I’m not sure if it’s with fear or anticipation.

But I know I don’t want him to stop.

“Yes.”

“Then beg me again.”

“Please.”

“Tell me you belong to me.”

I pause, but what can it hurt to say it? They’re just words, right? “I’m yours, Lorenzo Beneventi.” My voice comes out harsh and breathy.

With a strangled sound, he clasps my hips and pulls me back against him, slamming his cock into me, tapping against my g-spot with every thrust. He reaches around and lets his fingers play with my clit, alternating between flicking and rubbing it as my moans grow louder and louder.

Pleasure swirls through me, building higher and higher with every touch, until finally I come so hard that my pussy clenches down on his cock, holding him inside me.

“I want you to come,” I tell him as my shivering tremors fade. “Please show me how much you want me.”

With another groan, Lorenzo’s movements pick up, until his cock begins jerking inside me. He pulls me back hard against him, and the hot feel of him exploding inside me sets off yet another orgasm, until my whole body is trembling.

I collapse onto the bed, and he lands atop me, my face pressed into the mattress. He rolls over to his side, taking me with him, his cock still inside me.

“That was amazing,” I whisper.

Lorenzo gives another darkness-laced laugh. “We’re not even close to done, Principessa.”

And he’s right.

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