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“So wet for me. Aren’t you? So damn hot.” I could barely say the words. The sound was husky, primal in every way.

My cock continued to throb, my balls so damn tight my pulse raced. I slowed my pace, rolling my fingers around the tight nub of her clit.

Her muscles tensed when I thrust all four fingers inside. I could tell she was close to another orgasm. There was nothing as beautiful as watching a woman succumbing to pleasure. My eyes remained locked on her as I shifted my hand, pushing my thumb against her dark hole.

She sucked in her breath in anticipation, stretching out her arms and grasping the edges of the table. I was careful and slow as I drove my thumb inside. As expected, her hole was tight, so much so I had to wiggle the thick digit before driving it in a full inch.

“Shit!” Carmella laughed, throwing back one arm as her body began to shake.

“Relax, sweet Firesong. Slow and easy. Remember?” I wasn’t in the business of hurting women. The one thing I’d made clear to Don Santorelli and all those I worked with was that unless a woman came at me with a loaded weapon, I would never hurt or kill her. Unless there was no other choice.

So far, there hadn’t been. While women were just as cunning if not more so than men, if a female assassin wanted anyone dead, you never saw her coming. Carmella was just the opposite, a healer, a lover of all creatures.

And here she was forced into marriage to a man she was determined to hate.

I held my breath as I pumped my thumb in and out, enthralled by every action she took, every moan issued from deep within her core.

When she jerked up again, every muscle in her body flinching, I pumped harder and faster. A climax rolled through her and I became a true savage, thrusting harder, brutally to the point I was certain I was hurting her.

She didn’t seem to care, meeting every hard thrust while her lips twisted in rapture and frustration. Still transfixed, I allowed the moment to continue until she slowly eased back down, now taking gasping breaths.

My God, the woman was so damn beautiful, I was lost in the vision for a few seconds. When the tip of my cock hit the underside of the table, I almost laughed.

The built-up desire refused to wait any longer.

I wasn’t gentle when I replaced my fingers with my cock, pumping deep and hard for thirty seconds. When my shaft was fully slickened, I pulled out, immediately placing the tip to her asshole.

She didn’t make a single sound as I pushed in an inch at a time. I could tell she was uncomfortable and stopped moving to allow her muscles to become used to the wide girth. Once she was breathing easier, I refused to back down any longer, driving the remainder of my dick deep inside.

There was nothing like the feel of her walls contracting around my shaft. With every muscle in my body as tense as hers, I pumped long and hard. The moonlight captured my brief attention, the realization someone could be watching us driving a wave of utter possession deep inside.

I’d never felt like claiming anyone in my life. This wasn’t normal. Nor was it natural. She was little more than a stranger, a woman who had no business being in my life.

But she was embroiled in the ugly world and had been since birth. That was something I’d need to keep in mind.

Gasping, I threw back my head and roared as my balls swelled. There was no holding back with this woman.

Carmella slammed her hand on the table, jarring my senses, but there was nothing that would keep me from obtaining needed satisfaction. Her pants and roars only added to the intensity as my movements reached a fever pitch.

My body began to shake and within seconds, I erupted inside her tight, dark hole.

And nothing had ever felt as damn good in my life.

CHAPTER15

Carmella

Unwanted guests.

People I didn’t know and certainly didn’t give a shit about.

Yet as we walked into the room, I felt a strange sense of duty. I’d never experienced that before. Not once. However, the odd need to continue the façade of happiness had nothing to do with my new husband.

At least not totally.

Another round of passion.

Another indulgence in physical pleasures.