Page 63 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

I moved over her, notching myself at her entrance. “Sunshine, are you sure?”

Instead of answering me, she jerked her hips upward, wrapping her legs around me, taking me inside of her. I shoved forward with one rough thrust and the breathy sound of my name on her lips was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard.

Oh, fuck, she felt like heaven, like coming home.

I lay on top of her, leaning on my elbows, giving her time to adjust to me.

A tear trickled down her face and I kissed it before she grabbed my face and brought my lips back to hers. We devoured each other until her hips tilted up into mine. Despite my intentions to take it slow, to worship her like the goddess she was, I couldn’t resist slamming back into her. Her cries of pleasure drove me onward, sweat dripping down my back, off my face as I made love to her.

She was so fucking tight, felt so fucking good. I gasped at the pain of her fingers clawing down my back as she came around me, yelling my name and holding me close.

When she clenched around me, I lost it, pounding into her until my spine tightened and I came with a shout.

I collapsed on top of her, kissing her face, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere I could reach without having to pull out of her, move away from her.

I rolled us onto our sides, hooking my leg over her to keep her close against me. We kissed and stroked each other’s faces as we caught our breath.

“Sofia,” I began. She surged up to seal her lips over mine before I could finish.

I pulled away from her, tucking her head under my chin and wrapping her in my arms. “I love you.” I took a deep breath. “I won’t run away next time you invite me to play, all right? I just?—”

She kissed me again. “You don’t have to do things you’re uncomfortable with to be with me, Lorenzo.”

I shook my head, furrowing my brow. “No, that’s not it. You love the way those men treat you, and I want to be part of that. I just don’t know how.”

I closed my eyes, knowing my words were inadequate, worried that I’d continue to be inadequate, worried about what the future would bring, but utterly unwilling to let this beautiful perfect creature in my arms go.

“Go get my robe from the living room,” Sofia said, rolling onto her back and stretching languidly. “Please.”

Unable to deny her anything, I pulled on my pants and nothing else to pad downstairs and retrieve her robe.

The brilliant painted silk stood out on the ground beside the couch where she’d left it.

Dante glared at me as I bent over to pick it up without saying a word.

Nick pursed his lips. “We ordered dessert. It’ll be here in a few minutes. You two should join us,” he said softly.

Breathing deeply, trying to contain the well of emotion that threatened to spill forth, I gave a curt nod. “If that’s what she wants.”

Of course she wanted to. Sofia draped my arm over her shoulders as we made our way back to her other two men. Nick gestured for me to sit in the armchair at the corner of the couch while he sat on the end.

She kneeled at Dante’s feet, resting her cheek on his knee. “Kitten,” he rasped, skimming his fingers over her face and down her shoulders. “Slut,” he corrected himself, and she smiled against his leg.

“Yourslut,” she whispered.

Dante scoffed. “A slut I’m forced to share, including with at least one asshole who doesn’t appreciate what a gift your submission is.”

She slapped him gently on the stomach. “I like him, and we’re going to keep him.”

I didn’t know whether to be offended or amused by the way they talked about me.

Gracefully, she rose to her feet and kissed Nick on the forehead before pushing him until he moved to the center of the couch, letting her squeeze onto the end.

He handed me a bowl of chocolate mousse and a spoon. Sofia smiled sweetly and my heart melted all over again. When I offered her a bite, her eyes softened. Maybe I could play their stupid games, if it made her happy.

Maybe.

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