Page 11 of Veiled Amor

Maybe she was still sleeping.

Not that she’deverhad these kinds of dreams about him. She might think Giancarlo was the most handsome man she’d ever seen, but she’d never allowed her brain to go there for too long.

His rough handling of her face as he tipped her head back to deepen the kiss told her she was far from asleep.She could never have imagined him tasting this good.

A red-hot man with savage kisses.

His lips locked over hers, and her hands tangled around his neck.

If his mouth was asking a question, then her moan answered because he reared up, standing to his full height, panting air from his wet lips. Lucia was so sure he was going to reject the last few minutes when he leaned down and scooped her into his arms, striding through the house.

“Gi…”

“No talking,nena.”

His kiss silenced her.

There was no way Lucia could have predicted what happened next. Having sex with Giancarlo ‘Capone’ Mercado would not have even been a consideration.

Torn clothes.

A bed they crashed on.

Hot, animalistic kisses with tongues fighting for dominance.

“Open up,” he growled into her lips. He didn’t mean her mouth because his tongue was already inside, snaking around hers. She let her thighs open instinctively, and he moved into the space her legs made.

Once he had her panties discarded, she didn’t have any further thoughts other than how much she wanted it. To feel his weight, to taste his need with every hard strike of his tongue. Lucia was as much of a participant in that bed when she clawed off his clothes, grabbed at his neck when Giancarlo sucked her breast into his mouth, finger fucking her into an orgasm as high as she’d ever had before.

It wasn’t over.

Far from it.

Those same fingers shot her into another climax and another until she was crying into his mouth, begging with incoherent sounds, churning her legs against his hips.

His mouth was everywhere. Her neck and mouth, between her legs, sucking marks on her breasts. His hands squeezed and yanked, moved her, and rolled her into positions. He held her down and made her moan when his fingers dug into her skin.

The hard press of his erection into her stomach shocked her and sent shards of lust all over, making her pant when he rushed her to another climax, this time with his full palm grinding down on her clit.

He was rough.

Controlling.

Hot and sexy.

What happened might not be destiny, but it was two bodies waging war through the power of sex.It might take months for her to feel the shame for what they did, how many times his hard cock speared inside Lucia, cries, and groans bouncing from the walls, holding their secrets tight as he fucked her. Capone rolled onto his back, lifting her over him, and told her to fuck him.

They hardly shared any words that weren’t dirty and shocking.

Lucia didn’t want words. Only this feeling as a hard man pressed her into the soft sheets and churned between her legs while he ate the kisses out of her very sore mouth.

Hours and hours went by.

They didn’t let up.

She was sore, used and tender in places, swollen in others. Even her hair was aching by the end, having done things with him in that bed, never even thought about before. She tasted it, in her mouth, in the back of her throat. Feeling his pleasure drying on her skin, in the same way hers was on his stomach and other places.

“My sweet little fuck.” He rasped, collapsing on her for the last time. Right then, as his length went deep and stayed there as they panted together, her skin so sensitive even the trail of his fingertips on her hips made her tremble, moaning his name.