Page 62 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

I took his hand and dragged him into an empty bedroom, ignoring the rage on Dante’s face and the sweet encouragement on Nick’s.

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LORENZO

Sofia shutthe door to the bedroom and turned the lock. Her face was sheepish as she tried to tug the tail out of her ass. “I need your help,” she said, blushing furiously.

I didn’t know why I followed her back here instead of storming out like I intended. This could only lead to more heartbreak for the two of us. For the first time since I’d rejected her five years before, I wondered if it had been the right thing to do, despite everything that followed.

Carefully, I worked the plug out of her and dropped it on the ground. More than anything else in the world, I wanted to hold her in my arms. I dragged her away from the door and maneuvered until I held her against my chest, her breasts brushing against my shirt.

Tentatively, her hands creeped up my back until she’d tugged me so close there was no more air between us.

“Sofia,” I murmured, not sure what to say.

My beautiful, strong Sofia had been through so much. And she was going to have to go through so much more before she finally got her freedom. Yet, instead of seeking the sexual release she wanted out there with those twoassholes, she was here with me, comforting me. It should have been the other way around.

When one of my wandering hands brushed her collar, I furiously unbuckled it and discarded it. I didn’t want a kitten, or a pet, or a toy, I wanted the glorious woman I’d known since we were children, watched grow up into a perfect mafia princess, and lately, blossom into a glorious queen. I needed to know whatshewanted.

“Lorenzo, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be,” I answered into her hair, not ready to look into her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m a jealous bastard, and I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.”

She drew back and wrapped her fingers around my face, tracing her thumb along my jaw. “Lorenzo, I want you, in whatever form I can have you. I swear, that’s all I want.”

I twined my fingers in her hair and pressed her close to me, holding her tight as she cried softly.

“Lorenzo, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered. I tilted her face up to look at me, her eyes red rimmed and bright blue, always so fucking beautiful when she cried.

Tenderly, I kissed the streaks of tears that tracked down each cheek, then her nose, then every inch of her skin until I finally brushed my lips against hers, softly, gently, lovingly.

Everything I couldn’t say out loud, I tried to communicate with my touches, my kisses, as I skimmed my fingers over her face and her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry, Sofia,” I rasped against her lips.

Instead of answering me, she slid her tongue against my lips, inviting me to open them. I drowned in the taste of her as I moved her toward the bed.

Our kiss turned frantic. She tasted fucking divine as ourtongues tangled together. Why had I denied both of us this for so long?

Her fingers scrambled at my buttons, shoving my shirt down my shoulders, then lifting my T-shirt out of my pants. I fumbled at my belt, only for her steady fingers to close over mine. In moments, I was naked and pressing her against the bed, my hands touching her everywhere, making up for all the years I’d been so stupid, keeping us apart.

Sofia scooted into the middle of the bed and held her arms out to me. Instead of laying on top of her, I lay my cheek on her belly. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, knowing I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to her. “I love you,” I continued, making my way up her chest, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on her skin until I reached her neck and settled in to worship her like I should have been for the last five years.

She whimpered as I nipped at her delicate skin. Exploring her with my lips and tongue was more delicious than I’d ever imagined. Every taste of her was an explosion of my senses, of roses and sin and love.

When I wrapped my lips around a nipple, she arched off the bed and tangled her fingers in my hair, pressing me closer. “That’s it, love,” I whispered against her skin. “So fucking beautiful.”

By the time I’d worked my way back down to her belly, she was squirming on the bed, making sweet mewls and whimpers of need. When I wrapped my lips around her clit, her back arched and she moaned. “God, Lorenzo, please,” she begged me.

Like a man starving, I licked and lapped at her core, devouring her sweet pussy like it was my first meal in months, in years. When her desperate writhing threatened to pull her out of my grasp, I hooked my arms under herthighs and yanked her back to my face, spearing her entrance with my tongue.

“Please, oh god, please, Lorenzo,” she begged.

I took pity on her, sliding two fingers into her and pumping them in and out while I flicked my tongue over her clit.

She clenched her thighs around my head as she came with a loud keening cry, thrashing wildly around on the bed as her slickness gushed over my mouth. I lapped it up, bringing her down from her climax, then grabbed for my pants on the ground, fumbling for a condom while she stretched lazily, a satisfied smile spreading over her face.

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