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He huffed, but his lips were twitching as he stepped back and tucked his cock back in his briefs. “Fix yourself. We are going to the cottage to fuck again.”
I started adjusting my skirt, covering my legs. “Wait. I mean, we haven’t even?—”
In a flash, he grabbed my face in both of his palms, his eyes unyielding and serious as he crowded me again. “There is no more waiting, no more excuses. I have been starving for you, but no more. I intend to feast on you until we are both exhausted, capisce?”
Then he kissed me and I tasted the two of us together on his tongue. Sparks of desire flared low in my belly, my breasts growing heavy once again. Any protests evaporated into the warm air between us. “Okay,” I said when he pulled back.
“Va bene. Get moving.”
Vito
I held her hand. Partly because I needed to touch her as we walked to the cottage, but also because I worried that she might bolt on me.
Hopefully she would set aside our issues for tonight. I was happy to discuss everything, but later. Much later. After I had her juices drying on my face and more of my come seeping out of her pussy.
She didn’t speak, merely walked beside me, and I was too afraid to ruin the moment with conversation. The cool night sky surrounded us, stars twinkling overhead, and it was peaceful.
“Were you planning on sleeping with that bridesmaid tonight?” she asked.
“Of course not.” I glanced over at her. “Did you not believe me when I said I’ve been obsessed with fuckingyou?”
“I didn’t hear you sayobsessed, but that’s a relief.”
The cottage came into view, thank fuck. Just a few more minutes and I would have her naked beneath me once again. “Were you planning on fucking Carlo?”
“Vito!” She elbowed me. “No, I wasn’t. Jeez.”
“No? Because I saw the way you were looking at him and the way he rubbed your back. Holding your hand.” My lip curled, the simmering anger rising to the surface once more. “I should send his ass back to Italia.”
“Hey, it was your brilliant idea to bring him here. Don’t blame me.”
That sassy mouth. Even after I fucked her into submission, she still fights with me. So why was I close to cracking a smile?
I tugged her closer and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “I can’t believe you cut my tie.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Mia diavoletta.”
“You called me that earlier. What does it mean?”
“My little devil.”
“That’s not very nice,” she said primly.
I smirked as we went up the stairs of the deck. “But accurate.”
Opening the door, I held it as she went inside, then I closed us in and turned the lock. The blinds were already shut, so I ordered, “Strip.”
“Wait, what?” She glanced over her shoulder. “I think you should strip first. You’re the one who lied about being married. And who went to a literal strip club today. So, show me what you learned, mafioso.”
Did she think this bothered me, to get naked first?
I tore off the mangled piece of tie and dropped it to the ground. Then I shrugged out of my suit jacket, tossed it on a chair, and toed off my shoes. Maggie lowered herself onto the sofa, her eyes locked on my fingers. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, the way she bit her lip. Many women had appreciated my body, but none of them mattered anymore. I only wanted this woman’s appreciation.
Sono fottuto.
Yes, I was fucked.
After I removed my cufflinks and slipped them in the pocket of my trousers, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it flutter to the floor. Maggie’s eyes examined my torso carefully, the slow appraisal like a caress over my skin. I flexed my stomach muscles and she inhaled sharply.
I ran my hands over my upper body, touching the bumps and ridges, before unbuckling my belt. I yanked it free of the loops in one motion and tossed it to her. She caught it easily, then chuckled. “Damn, I wish I had some dollar bills.”