Page 120 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

“Hey,” he said, turning my face toward his. “Stay with me, Lorenzo. Focus on me.”

His green eyes were tumultuous pools of lust, deep enough a man could drown in them. I surged up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me, kissing him fiercely, letting all of my love and angst flow between us with the force of our passion.

He licked up the seam of my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth, tasting every bit of me as our lips slid together, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies, each touch a fiery brand.

When his hand wrapped around my cock, I moaned, and he pushed me down into the bed, a cruel smile on his lips. “Lay down.”

“Are you going to order me around like you do Sofia?” Igasped as he worked me up and down, my head falling back against the pillow.

He cocked his head, as if he were considering it. “Do you want me to force you?”

No. I was all in on Nick, the same way I was with Sofia. I reached up toward him, flipping us so he was beneath me, admiring the play of muscles across his torso as I kissed down his chest. Fuck, this man was beautiful.

“No.”

When my lips slid down over his cock, he moaned, wrapping his fingers in my curls, and when I finally took him in my mouth, inhaling the citrusy musky scent of him, he pulled my hair so hard my eyes watered. “Lorenzo,” he rasped.

Nick’s hips twitched up before he controlled himself, and I appreciated the effort—I knew he wanted to drive his cock down my throat until I choked and gagged, and he’d held himself back because I wouldn’t enjoy it. My heart swelled at the care he took with me, with all of us.

After another moment of swirling my tongue around him, he was gasping. “Stop. I want to come inside of you.”

We flipped again, and he shoved my legs up to my chest. I grabbed the bottle of lube that sat by the bed, and he grinned before dripping it down my ass. When I shivered from the cold, he laughed, then bent to capture my lips in a sweet kiss.

I held his gaze as he moved his hips in and out until he was fully seated inside of me. Nick was so fucking big, and it hurt and it was bliss and it was agony, and when he stroked my cock with his hand, my capacity for coherent thought disappeared.

He snapped his hips forward, and I groaned as thesensation turned to pure pleasure, obliterating my worries as we fucked.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he established a steady rhythm that had need curling around the bottom of my spine in an instant. He pumped my cock, never taking his eyes from mine.

“You’re mine, Lorenzo,” he snarled as his rhythm turned ragged and he sped up his powerful strokes, spending himself inside me with a shout.

Quickly, he turned his attention to my pleasure, and with his fingers wrapped around my cock as he came, I exploded, painting our torsos with my cum.

“Fucking beautiful,” Nick murmured as he collapsed beside me.

“Fucking gross,” I muttered at the mess I’d made. I rolled out of bed. “I’m going to take another shower.”

Nick just laughed, the sound beautiful in the quiet of the early morning. “Get used to it, puppy.”

“I heard Dante claimed you alongside her.”

Nick shrugged. “Guess you’re his now, too.”

“She’sours,” I snarled. “And I don’t intend to let her forget that.”

Relief flashed in his eyes. “Then we won’t.”

49

SOFIA

The shoutsof the press at the doors to the precinct ratcheted up my anxiety until I could hardly breathe. Wen was fucking brilliant, and in just a few days, she’d controlled the media narrative. The press lost their minds about what it all meant for the mayor’s campaign, for law and order in the city, and for their perfect mafia princess who’d murdered a thug to save her daughter and mother.

The DA declined to press charges, and the police were forced to release me after just three days.

“There’s an escort waiting just outside for you. The police won’t let them, or the press, in,” she reassured me.

I fingered the necklace—collar—around my throat. Wen had brought me clothes when I was finally allowed to change out of the bloody dress they’d booked me in, and I’d had to consign my collar to the care of the property clerk.

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