Page 74 of City Of Thieves

Oh my God. He’s huge.

“Eyes on me until I say,” he snaps.

“But—”

“I’m going to fuck you now,dolcezza,” he says roughly. “I’m going to drive every bad thing that has ever happened to you away because you’re mine now.” I feel him pushing against me, slipping easily through my slick folds. “This is us, Tatiana, you and me.” His eyes gleam with need as he slides in even further. “Us against the fucking world.”

With a savage jerk of his hips, he unleashes his base nature, driving in deep, and robbing my lungs of air. There’s an aching pain, but there’s so much pleasure, too. And for the first time in my life, it isn’t being stolen from me.

“Shit.” He withdraws a couple of inches and then thrusts back inside me, taking his weight on his elbows as I curl my fingers around his biceps and wrap my legs around his waist. “You were made for me, Tatiana. Every damaged part of you fits every damaged part of me.” Rising up on his arms until his palms are flush with the mattress, he adds, “Watch this… Watch us.”

Intrigued, I tilt my head, catching a glimpse of him pistoning in and out of my pussy, seeing the moment he makes me full of him and then feeling it in every nerve.

“Oh my God,” I groan.

“Perfect,” he says, catching my mouth in a rough kiss as he lowers himself back to his elbows again. “Fucking perfect.”

That’s when he starts to move, taking me apart piece by piece with his vicious, unrelenting strokes, hitting me so deep I don’t know whether to scream or moan.

He’s right.

He doesn’t do gentle.

He does hard, filthy, and fast, and as the sound of flesh-on-flesh fills the air, the smell of sex permeates the walls.

I can feel my own walls quivering when he pulls out of me with a low hiss. Rolling me over, he drives back inside me again, pinning my body to the mattress, sliding a huge forearm under my neck and locking my head against his shoulder while his other hand fists my hair, pulling it so tight that it stings at the roots.

Panic courses through me when I realize I can’t move.

I’m totally at his mercy.

“Trust me,” he murmurs. “And I’ll trust you.”

Holding me taut like this, he slams in and out of me so violently I’m gasping for breath. He’s making me surrender everything to him—my pain, my loss, my loneliness—and as I’m doing it, I find myself craving more.

“Renzo!”

There’s no way to moderate the rush of pleasure. It’s hitting me like a truck. With a strangled cry, I come so hard my vision explodes into stars and light, as my pussy clamps down like a vise around his cock.

“Jesus… Fuck!”

A beat later, he stills with a groan, filling me with his cum like he promised while slowly rocking his hips, in and out, pushing it in even deeper so there’s not a single part of me he hasn’t marked.

Releasing his hold on my hair and removing his arm, he lets my head flop onto the pillow. I’m fighting exhaustion already as he pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed.

“Don’t shower.”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t shower, Tatiana. That’s not a request.”

One heavy eyelid flickers open to find him lying on his side, propped up on his hand, watching me. He leans over and presses a kiss to my temple. “I have shit to do when we land. Keep me inside you until we meet again.”

I smile sleepily. “Possessive.”

Another kiss.

“Mine.” He sweeps a warm palm down the length of my spine before tucking the sheets around me. “Where’s your phone?”