Page 21 of The Secrets We Keep

“I’m not asking his permission. And until the time is right, no one else in Sicily will know you’re alive but me. I’m not going to lose you again. Besides, you have access to insider information that could very well come in handy for us.”

She smiled. “I’m going to enjoy watching him lose everything before I kill him.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He leaned in to capture her lips, deepening the kiss by degrees until she couldn’t help but sigh. “You know, it’s pretty late.”

“It is,” she agreed. “It would be very unsafe to drive back to Palermo at this hour.”

“Staying would be the smart thing to do.”

“Absolutely,” she replied, rolling him onto his back and kissing down his abs, dragging her teeth over his hip, smiling when his cock started to harden for her again.

“Sienna,” he said, his voice a warning.

“Hmm?” She blew a warm breath against the tip of his cock and watched it thicken.

“It’s been a long time since I fucked your mouth, but I still remember how much you like it.”

Sealing her lips around the tip of his cock, she sucked it hard, hollowing out her cheeks and making his hips jerk. “Luca? Show me what you remember.”

Chapter Eleven

Luca woke to the feel of Sienna cuddling against his side, her leg sliding over his thigh as she wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled herself closer. She was still asleep, her breathing deep and even, and he ran his fingers through her hair. He hadn’t gotten the opportunity to wake up with her a lot in their first year together, but the feeling of her warm body pressed against his was a gift after the pain of losing her.

The room was still dark, light peeking from under the thick curtains. Sienna was anything but a morning person, and she’d finally found a way to banish the sun.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he reached for it, silencing it to keep it from waking her. A text from Carina wondering why he hadn’t called about dinner yet. She was being entirely too persistent not to be up to something. Another from Alexei asking about something for the casino. He fired off a quick response to that one.

Then a flurry of messages from Matteo wondering where the hell he was and why wasn’t he home. His brother’s short, sharp tone was evident even through words on a screen, and Luca gritted his teeth against the implication he was somehow at Matteo’s beck and call.

I went out to get laid. As instructed.

Matteo’s response was instantaneous. When I said take the weekend, I didn’t mean the whole weekend.

You’ll have to be clearer next time. Don’t worry, I’ll be home before curfew. Boss.

He dropped the phone on the nightstand and refocused his attention on Sienna curled against his side. In this position, he could see the large horizontal scar near her belly button. Like the ones on her neck and shoulder, it was raised, bumpy, and uneven to the touch.

He drew his fingers over it, trying to imagine her all alone in an underground bunker, digging bullets out of her body and quickly, clumsily, sewing herself up again. Every time he pictured it, he wanted to march into Nero Gallo’s office and beat him until he begged for mercy. He wouldn’t get any, but it would be fun to hear him try.

Tracing his fingertips down Sienna’s spine and over the curve of her ass, he teased her exposed slit. She squirmed against his fingers but didn’t wake up, so he did it again. Pushing past her lips, he dipped the tip of his finger inside her, and she squirmed again, this time moaning softly.

“Been a long time since anybody woke me up like that,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.

His fingers retreated, and he shifted her position on his thigh to give him better access. “How long?” He dipped his finger inside her again, pushing it in as far as he could in this position.

“Not since you,” she assured him, clenching around his finger. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.”

He flipped her onto her back, gripping her thighs and spreading her legs wide before rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. “Say that again.”

Her breath caught, and she reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

Sienna was already wet and ready for him; his cock slid easily inside her. “Play with your clit,” he commanded, pulling her thighs over his and pounding into her with fast, rough strokes. “I’m not going to take it slow, and I want to feel your pussy strangle my cock before I come inside you.”

She whimpered but trailed her fingertips down to her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He let her set a lazy pace while he continued to pound her, her fingertips grazing his cock each time he pulled out and making him jerk.

“Faster, Sienna.”

When she didn’t pick up the pace, he released one of her thighs and pushed her hand away. Smacking her clit, he groaned when her pussy fluttered around his cock.

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