Page 101 of Veiled Amor

“She was with me, I was going to introduce you, but she forgot her water bottle inside. She has her car.”

“Okay, let’s get you home and out of these clothes.”

“Sir, I declare you have deviant intentions upon my person.” She mocked, looking up at him through sparkling eyes.

She loved him. She hadn’t said it to him yet, but Capone would need to be blind not to see the love written over her lovely face. It made his heart speed in tempo as he grabbed her hips. She was only wearing thin cotton leggings and a criss-cross pale blue tank top, which was getting soaked, giving him a perfect view of her tits beneath.

Lucia whimpered when he sank his teeth gently into her jaw and then bundled her into the passenger seat so he could get her home fast.

Deviant intentions, she’d teased. His Lucia had no fucking idea how deviant.

They climbed into the elevator, coming together like a tsunami of desire, their mouths kissing slowly yet furiously until they reached their floor. He palmed her ass, walking them down to his door.

Once inside, their mouths hovered as Capone let his head hang low so she could reach him. He was still thrumming with adrenaline, and he couldn’t think of a better place to expel it than inside his woman.

The air was palpable. He couldn’t say he was used to it yet. It still jolted him alive to know they created this reaction with their desire for each other.

“Take what you need,mi amor.”

Their lips fell into their familiar rhythm. Slowly at first, a little deeper before her lips demanded from him, and he let her take.

“Will you get rough with me, Giancarlo?”

He could all butfeelhis pupils fucking dilating at how hard and fast she’d turned him on with her innocent request.

“Dios. Killing me,nena.”

She stroked her hands up his chest like she was gentling a wild animal. He didn’t feel at ease; he wanted to fucking maul and devour her on the floor until there was nothing left but puddles of her pleasure.

“I want to feel your hands around my throat. For you to put me in positions. I want to beusedby you, it will turn me on. I love watching your strong hands on my body.” She was panting lightly, humming as she told him in great detail what she needed from him. If he survived, he’d give her every dirty thing. “I’ve always been treated as the invisible princess, the ignored daughter, the unchosen. But I’myourchosen woman. And I want to be every fantasy you ache over. I crave your hands all over me, shoving and yanking me places.”

“Fuck,” he grunted when he picked her up. The pleasure of holding her was overwhelming.

“Oh, God. Yeah,” she breathed against his lips as he carried her through to the family room, dropping them both on the couch.

The look of love on her face blew his brains out.

When Capone had her naked under him, his knee pressed between her thighs for Lucia to grind and his hand wrapped around her throat. She purred, writhed and begged for him to use her as roughly as he wanted.

He’d treat her like a fucking diamond and do it by fucking her on their couch with his hands around her throat, whispering filthy words of adoration.

His woman.

And he’d stomp on anyone who got in his way of keeping her.

Swallowing around the lump of emotion in his throat, he leaned down to take her nipple into his lips. She moaned when he let his teeth scrape the delicate bud.

He’d give her a bit of pain and a lot of pleasure. Whatever she craved. They’d only scratched the surface of exploring their desires and fantasies.

He’d loved her entirely for a long time, and now could show it with slow sucks until his woman was a squirming wreck, getting herself off by soaking his thigh.

She was hot. So hot under his hands.

When her legs shook, he knew she was close again, so he went dirtier, harsher, tossing his woman over the edge of her pleasure. He’d never get enough of seeing her in that state.

“Breathe,nena.” He uttered against the seam of her lips when he’d moved over her.

“It feels too good.”