Page 47 of Of Desire And Deception

The barbells added extra sensation as he moved in and out of me, a new feeling I would never get over. I took every inch of his cock, and another orgasm built deep in me, tightening every muscle in my body.

“Fuck, I can feel that.” Cosimo pulled my left leg over his shoulder, opening me more. “You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, overwhelmed by it all. I wedged my hand between us and found my clit, circling my fingers. I was lost somewhere between the pain and approaching ecstasy, barely hearing the words he murmured.

“Next time, I’m going to come in this perfect little pussy,” he promised. “And you’ll take every drop of me inside you, suck it all up. Show me how much you want that, goldilocks. Come for me now.”

“Oh, fuck. Cosimo.” I could only hiss his name as the orgasm rolled from my core out through my body like a tidal wave.

“Wynn,” he answered, planting himself fully in me and shuddering his release. I felt his cock twitch as he filled the condom, and a strange sense of emptiness trickled through me. It was insanity to miss something I’d never experienced, but I wanted his hot come to coat the walls of my pussy.

When the spasms finally passed, I fell limp, barely able to move my lips when Cosimo pulled his cock free and kissed me gently. He rolled off the bed and found the bathroom, disposing of the condom and returning after a moment with a cloth to wipe me clean.

“I can do that,” I said weakly.

“I like cleaning up messes,” he retorted with a smirk. It was almost too intimate how he cleaned between my legs before helping me up. “Take care of yourself, and I’ll get you some water.”

Who was I to resist? I did as he told me and washed my hands, then rummaged through my dresser for an oversized shirt to sleep in. Now we were in that awkward moment when I didn’t know whether to ask him to stay or shove him out the front door.

Cosimo returned with a glass of water, and I drank greedily before setting it on the dresser. “Thanks, I needed that.”

“You’ve still got your voice,” he observed glibly. “I’ll have to try harder next time.”

“Don’t be an overachiever,” I laughed. “Any harder, and you may do permanent damage.”

Cosimo’s face transformed, his brow furrowing in concern. “Did I hurt you?”

“That’s not what I meant.” The man was so literal sometimes. “And I didn’t hurt in any way I didn’t enjoy.”

“Good.” He pulled me against him, my breasts pressing against his hot chest. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He took the t-shirt from my hand and pulled it over my head, letting the bottom fall to cover me mid-thigh. I looked up at him questioningly. “Are you staying?”

“Only if you want me to,” he said, pursing his lips.

I smoothed the wrinkles between his eyebrows with my fingertips and took his hand, leading him back to the bed. “Come on, climb in. But I get the side closest to the bathroom.”

Cosimo chuckled and grabbed his boxer briefs, pulling them up his legs and curling up beside me in bed, covering us with the blankets. “It’s cold in here. Do you want me to turn up the heat?”

“This is as warm as it’s going to get,” I explained, resting my head on his shoulder. “I guess we’ll have to rely on body heat.”

“Deal.” He wrapped an arm around me, tugging me close and kissing the top of my head. “I take care of what’s mine.”

I yawned and breathed in the lingering scent of leather and cleaner, my eyes closing from sheer exhaustion. It couldn’t hurt to rest for a few minutes before making Cosimo leave.

The cold roused me from the sleep I’d never intended. I rolled over, finding the bed empty where Cosimo had been. Morning light filtered through the bent blinds, and I blinked away the lingering sleepiness.

Fuck, where was he? I shoved myself out of bed and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around my body as I searched the apartment like a six-foot-something mafia enforcer could conceal himself in one of the few corners. There was no sign Cosimo had even been in my place.

Except for the smell of cleaner. Had he cleaned my apartment? What the hell? Everything was cleaner than when I’d moved in. Even the dingy walls were several shades lighter. Who cleaned somebody’s apartment while they slept?

Psychopathic killers. That’s who.

Regret left a bitter taste in my mouth as the full reality of what I’d done last night hit me. I’d slept with Cosimo Neretti. And I enjoyed every second.

I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face and pressing my palms against my eyes until they watered. Everything I’d worked for—I’d thrown it all away for a night with a man I shouldn’t even want. My stomach twisted in knots as I realized how I’d betrayed Trey. The Bureau. My own convictions.

I’d fallen prey to my own fleeting emotions. To temporary pleasure. I’d let Cosimo seduce me and use my body however he wanted. Suddenly, I felt dirty and ran to the shower to turn it on. I didn’t even care that the temperature fluctuated from scalding hot to freezing as I scrubbed every inch of my skin twice. Then I stood under the spray and let myself think.

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