Page 44 of Dangerous Attraction

“You’ve had a traumatic event. You need time to recover.” I grunted as she fisted my dick. “Fuck, Madison. Oh, hell…” I hissed through my teeth as she sank down onto my erection. She held my stare as she moved against me. I gripped her hips, holding her in place. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Please.” She bit her bottom lip as she rocked her body, my cock moving inside her.

Leaning forward, I captured her nipple in my mouth and suckled the tiny pink bud between my lips. Her hair fell around us as she rode my dick. My hands held her hips, stilling her body in the water.

“Wait,” I commanded. “Hold on to me.”

I pressed my hands over the edge of the tub and pushed our bodies up, causing my erection to slip out of her pussy. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding her slick skin against mine as I lifted us out of the water. Moving to the bench beside the tub, I laid her on her back. Her body slid against the leather, soaking the floor beneath us as water dripped from our skin.

Positioning myself on top of her, I held the rectangle seat and plowed back inside her tight channel. She held onto my neck as her legs wrapped around my back. I drove in and out of her warm center, frantic to fill her. Her womb squeezed my member like a glove, demanding release as I pounded into her. The bench moved beneath us, the wooden legs scraping across the floor as we fucked.

Madison gripped my neck, her nails biting into my skin as she screamed out my name. Her orgasm burst from her, and her juices coated my cock. It was the trigger to my own release, my dick swelling even more before erupting and coating her walls with my seed. My thrusts eased as her legs untangled from my back and planted on the floor.

“Are you okay?” I pressed a kiss to her neck before standing. My cock slipped out of her pussy, dripping the evidence of our union on the bench.

“Yes.” She sat up. “Shit.”

I held my hand out to help her up. “Don’t worry about the mess, Bella. I’ll clean it up.”

“It’s not that…” She closed her eyes. “I’m not on birth control, Massimo.”

“And?” I wrapped a towel around her body.

“And? What if I get pregnant?” She bit her lip, her face filled with worry.

“Don’t worry about it.” Wrapping my arms around her, I pressed her against me. “We’ll cross that bridge if it happens.”

“I can’t have a baby right now. I still need to finish college. Fuck… how stupid can I be?”

“Stop that.” I leaned back, looking into her eyes. “If you’re pregnant, you aren’t alone. We’ll be more careful from now on, okay? Stop stressing about it.”

I guided her toward the bed and eased her down on the mattress. As I pulled on some shorts, my phone rang.

“This better be important,” I barked into the phone. No one was supposed to call me unless it was bad.

“We’ve got a problem,” Donny said, sounding pissed.

“What is it? Did you notify Krissy’s family?” I watched Madison’s expression fall at the mention of her name. Moving back to the bed, I sat down and wrapped my arm around her, burying her head against me.

“Yeah. They’ve been told, but that’s not the issue. Boss,” Donny sighed into the phone. “It looks like this was an intentional hit by the Sureños.”

“What the fuck do you mean,hit?”

“We located Ms. Stanley. She’s dead.”

“Dead?” My hand traced small circles on Madison’s back. “Where?”

“We found her in the alley down from the club. It’s definitely the work of Carlos. It has his signature mark.” That usually meant she’d been mutilated and branded with an S somewhere on her body. Juan Carlos was known for his depraved methods when dealing with women.

“Any idea why he chose her?”

“Yeah…” Donny paused, causing the hair to stand on my neck.

“Spit it out, Donny.”

“He left a photo with her body.”

“A photo of who?”

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