Page 45 of The Secrets We Keep

When he nipped her again, she barely muffled her desperate cry in the crook of his neck as her pussy clenched tight around his fingers and her body went taut with her orgasm.

“You look so pretty when you come for me,” he said, sliding his fingers out and up over her sensitive clit, making her shudder.

She sagged against the wall when he released her to free his cock, but she reached out to wrap her fingers around it, giving it one lazy stroke from root to tip, a smile curving her lips when he groaned.

“What’s that look for?” he asked, thrusting against her expert grip.

“It’s nice knowing I can make you just as desperate for me as I am for you.”

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he assured her, turning her slowly in his arms until her back was against his chest.

He guided her hands to the wall and pressed them flat against the surface. Her dress was pushed up over her ass, her panties hooked out of his way. He slid them over her hips and down her long legs, slipping them into his pocket before kissing his way back up to her pussy.

Gliding his tongue along the length of her slit, he smiled when she groaned and rocked back against his mouth for more.

“I could eat you all night,” he said, standing and pressing his hand against the small of her back to tilt her ass up. “But I need to be inside you.” Looking down between them, he watched as he teased the head of his cock up and down her slit, then slid inside her with a groan. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Yes,” she agreed, fingers curling into the wall and her ass pushing back against his grinding thrusts. “I love the way you fuck me, Luca. Never stop.”

“I don’t intend to,” he promised her, drawing his hips back and slamming deep. “Whose pussy is this, Sienna?”

“Yours,” she panted, breath hitching when he gave her the entire length of his cock in another brutal thrust. “Always yours.”

“Fuck yes,” he said through gritted teeth, setting a punishing pace, knowing he wouldn’t last long inside her, not with the way she was gripping him, her ass bouncing with every thrust. “Mine.”

He listened as her moans and sighs drifted out of the dark and wrapped around him. She was perfection personified, the way she responded to him, the way she wanted him, the way she needed him inside her as much as he needed to fill her.

Her pussy clenched around him, and he groaned, picking up the pace as he slid his hand around her hip to her clit, strumming it with fast, rough strokes of his fingers. Her body jerked under him, trying and failing to meet his deep thrusts with her own.

“That’s it. Take my cock,” Luca ground out, sliding his hand into her hair and gripping it in his fist.

He pulled her up until her back was arched beautifully, her fingers barely touching the wall, and pounded her until she was gasping for air. She clamped down around him, her breaths ragged, her hands scrambling for purchase he refused to give her.

“Fucking Christ, Luca. I’m going to come.”

“Yes, baby girl,” he panted. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel you.”

She reached down to where his fingers were still swiping over her clit, digging her nails into the back of his hand as her body bucked violently under him and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Releasing her hair in favor of gripping her hips, he pumped into her roughly, grinding inside her before pulling back and doing it again and again until she was panting and whimpering and shuddering beneath him.

With one last savage thrust, he sheathed himself inside her and gave over to his own release, his body on fire from it. Keeping his cock buried deep, he pressed her body against the wall and teased her earlobe with his teeth.

“Mine,” he whispered, and she hummed her agreement, wriggling back against him. “This wasn’t exactly how I expected tonight to go.”

She laughed, soft and warm, and he pressed a kiss to her shoulder before reluctantly stepping back and rearranging his clothes while she did the same.

“Do you have to go back to Palermo right away?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair to smooth the worst of the tangles from where he fisted it.

He probably should, even though he didn’t want to. They were making a run on one of Gallo’s shipments in two days, and they still had details to finalize. Checking the time on his phone, he reached for her hand and calculated.

“No. I have a few more hours yet.”

He’d be pushing the boundaries of how much sleep he needed to function, but more time with Sienna was worth it. Sienna had always been worth every sleepless night and long drive in the wee hours of the morning so they didn’t get caught.

“But when this is all over, I’m moving you to Palermo and coming home to you every night.”

She leaned into his side as they walked back to the car but didn’t say anything, and he felt the first warning bells going off in the back of his mind. No. That wasn’t what her silence meant. She wouldn’t up and leave Sicily this time because he wouldn’t let her.

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