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Every hard thrust made me feel alive and filled my body with a rush of pleasure that made me feel lightheaded.
Samuel cupped the back of my head, deepening our kiss even more, and, at the same time, protecting me from hitting the wall again, even if I’d hardly minded.
He drew away briefly. “Too hard?”
I buried my nails even deeper into his shoulders. If I could, I would have pressed my heels into his firm ass cheeks to keep him in place. “No, don’t stop.”
“Oh I won’t stop fucking you, Emma, but is it too hard?” He accentuated the last word with another, even harder thrust that made his pelvis slap deliciously against my clit.
“No. I need to come.”
“You will.”
We seemed to become one, our bodies entwined, as Samuel slammed into me with fierce passion. I pressed my face into his throat, still drained by my second orgasm but eager for another one.
Samuel’s thrust became so hard that my pussy throbbed from the vicious invasion, but I was so close.
Samuel pressed his lips against my ear as he shoved his cock even deeper into me, making me see stars. “I still taste your sweet pussy in my mouth. I want to lick you every day now, Emma.”
Hearing Samuel’s sexy drawl made my release wash over me. My pussy walls clamped down on Samuel’s cock, and after a few more hard thrusts, he came deep inside me. He straightened with me still pressed against him and strode out of the elevator.
After we showered together, Samuel and I found ourselves in bed. I was cuddled against him, my face pressed to his chest. Being close like this came so naturally, but I needed more than a connection of our bodies.
My heart hammered in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. Sex with Emma would become better every time we did it. I could already tell. She was eager to learn, and I was willing to teach her. With her little surprise seduction, she’d pulled me out of a dark moment. I would probably have been drunk by now if Emma hadn’t shown up and sucked me off.
Emma stroked my chest, making me relax into the mattress. She cast her eyes up, and I could tell she wanted to talk.
“Did something happen to make you want to look at those photos? Or is it still because of the mother’s outburst in the restaurant?”
“It’s happened many times before. I try to avoid crossing her path, but sometimes it’s difficult. My father and I have to make certain decisions that might mean the death of more young men.They too could die cruelly like my friend Domenico if we decide to take a harder line.”
Guilt squeezed my stomach as it always did when I talked about Domenico, his family, or any of my dead friends.
Emma tilted her head in consideration. “Why do you feel guilty for your friends’ deaths?”
I wasn’t sure how much of the story she knew. I hadn’t talked to many people about what had happened. To Renato because I needed to, to Dante because I had to, to Dad because I wanted to. But the full enormity of that day, especially Dominico’s death, was locked in the deepest corners of my heart.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Maybe, but I want to hear it from you.”
“My best friends died because of me. I led them to their death. My plan was shitty. I should have known I couldn’t attack the Falcone mansion and get out alive. Not with only a handful of people. I would have needed an army, and even then, many people would have died, but I only had one thought: to save my sister. Nothing else mattered. I accepted the risk to my friends’ lives.”
“You wanted to save your twin, that’s understandable, and you asked your friends for help, which is understandable as well. Don’t you think they would have insisted on joining you even if you hadn’t asked them? They were your best friends after all.”
“Probably,” I admitted. “But I asked them and didn’t leave them a choice.”
“They could have said no, Samuel. They could have said they didn’t want to go against their Capo. That way they wouldn’t even have lost face by refusing your request.”
“None of them would have ever said no.”
“Would you have said no if one of them had asked you to save his sister from enemy territory?”
“Of course not,” I said. If Renato would ask me to save someone he cared about, I wouldn’t hesitate. And I wouldn’t have hesitated back then either.
“They knew what they were getting into. They were adults and Made Men. They weren’t ignorant of what it meant to attack the Falcone mansion. Even I know what an attack on the Falcones means. But they chose to risk it for you.”
My heart felt heavy. I still carried that sense of guilt with me. “And they died.”