Page 128 of Righteous Deceit

“Fuck!”

He’s relentless. He pulls back only to thrust back into me with a drive that has the legs of the table screeching against the stained concrete floor.

“Yes.”

He never takes his eyes off mine, powering in and out of me. He watches every bite of pleasure that licks across my face and every shout of surprise that escapes my lips when he caresses that sweet spot inside of me with a push of his hips hard enough to make me see stars.

“Tell me you love me, Sia. Say it and mean it.”

Tears spring to my eyes at the uncharacteristic show of vulnerability in his tone.

“I love you.”

His eyes close in relief.

“I love you,” I repeat, the declaration lost to a moan that arches my back.

“I love you, Sia. I love you so much that it fucking hurts.” He massages a palm against his chest. “It hurts so good, and I never want the pain to stop.”

“Never stop.” My body buckles, my muscles tightening and readying for release.

“That’s it, baby. Give it over. Come for me.”

A few more thrusts, and he sends me into oblivion.

Slowing down, he waits for me to regulate my breathing enough to bring him back into focus.

Body languid and eyes hooded, I watch him move. Eyes on where we’re joined, he bites his bottom lip. “So wet.Listen, Sia. Listen to how good we sound.”

The damp slap of my excitement and climax rings between us, surrounding us in the sound of lust and passion.

“Diego,” I cry.

The wood at my back cries out in protest, but Diego ignores it.

“Give me another one.” He leans over me, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “I can feel it.”

I’m nothing but a puppet to his pleasure, he says come, and my body concedes to his demand within seconds. I scream out his name. My soul extinguished as I lay flat on the table, unable to open my eyes.

I’m drunk or high or flying, and gratification buries itself into my bones.

He roars, his climax teetering on the edge of falling. Slamming a fist against the wood beside me, he moves faster,harder.

“I love you,” I whisper, and he slams forward one last time, growling my namejustas the table gives in to the pressure, succumbing to the trauma and dropping us to the ground in a flurry of naked limbs and painful grunts.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

DIEGO

Grace Snow isn’t stupid. It didn’t take her long to cotton on to the fact that the Bianchi name was behind her sister’s captivity.

She was very quick to ban Sia and the family from stepping foot near her sister. Although it broke her heart, my wife didn’t argue. She has this unrelenting guilt over her mother’s and father’s sins.

Sia tried to pay for Lucy’s medical bills, but Grace declined her offer rather unceremoniously with an extended middle finger and a few empty threats. She accepted CJ’s assistance, though. CJ and Sia argued for days aboutwhowould actually pay. In the end, he could see how important this was to her. So, while Lucy’s accommodation and medical expenses for her new hospital look donated by Lincoln Enterprises, a portion of the inheritance Sia didn’t want or need when Charles passed is now being put to good use.

Giuliana Bianchi was held solely responsible for the kidnapping and imprisonment of Lucy Snow. As expected, the doctor on Giuliana’s payroll sang like a canary in an attempt to save himself. It didn’t work. He, unfortunately, fell into the shiv of an inmate already serving a few consecutive life sentences. The inmate’s children have all had their college debts paid out by an anonymous source.

Salvatore remains sketchy as fuck on me. He doesn’t trust me. Not one fucking iota. But he trusts his sister. Thank fuck. Or I’d be worm food.

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