Page 79 of Veiled Amor

She inhaled fast but didn’t speak when he grabbed her by the throat...gently...holding her in place so she couldn’t look away. Eyes glazed. Fuck, he liked that look on her. Liked it better, knowing he was the man to put it there. “But I fucking love feelingso wrong,Lucia. Don’t you? Don’t you want to scale your brother-in-law’s cock again, feel how tight I crammed into you until I stretched you open?”

Little puffs of air expelled from her lips. She stammered around her words. “It’s only wrong if we stop.”

Goddamn right, it was.

He was too much of an animal to think about his conscience when he lifted her and took them to the couch. Capone could repent later, pay for his sins with a life of loneliness. But he needed her, if only once more. He goddamn needed Lucia with a madness that was tearing him apart.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Too good for him.

All wrong for him.

Then why did it feel right as he slid a hand down her stomach and directly into her black lacy panties? Why did his hand shake as he found what he was looking for? Soaking wet and eager for his touch.

“Gi…” she gasped, head lolling forward.

He wanted to make her come until she was blinded by pleasure and so pliable he would slide right in on the first shove. Capone didn’t have gentleness in him, but for her, he’d take his time. The next time, maybe, if he tried hard. Now, he had to go fast and make her come for him, so he knew this was real.

“Open your legs,mi amor, let me taste you. I’m a starved man.”

His Lucia was far from passive when her knees parted. He got the first taste of her pussy in a long time, her hands went to the back of his head, cradling him while he sipped and licked across her sex. Parting her folds, he swept inside with a heavy lick, grunting at how incredible she tasted. The little bud under his tongue was rock hard, and he flicked long strokes over it until she whimpered and let her head fall back. “God, Giancarlo.”

What was he saying about taking it slow?

Slow took a fucking bus home because the moment she moaned and tightened her hold on his head, he went to town on her. It took no effort to push two fingers high inside her pussy. His cock twitched at how tight she felt and how hard she’d strangle him when he finally got inside her again.

He’d never forgotten the sensation. How could he? She was the perfect woman. The elusive woman he’d chased through his dreams, hoping to find again.

Capone wanted her screaming, so he made her scream.

She cried through the first orgasm he ate out of her. His fingers hadn’t needed to do any work other than stay embedded inside to feel how hard she detonated. But the moment he brought her down, and he heard Lucia’s satisfied sigh, he started the build again. This time using his fingers to fuck in and out of her slowly.

Capone all but devoured the second orgasm out of Lucia.

He chuckled when she tried to drag at his short hair and cursed the air, pumping her hips into his mouth. He heard her claw at the couch and moaned inaudible words.

“No more,” she whimpered, “inside me, Gi. Get inside me now.”

Thank God, that he could do. He reared back on his knees, looking at her spread like his favorite meal. Letting her watch him through horny-glazed eyes while he licked her from his lips. She gasped and reached for him, hands going everywhere under his clothes, fighting to free his belt while he tried to grab a condom from his back pocket.

It was then a shrill piercing cut through their severe panting and nearly jolted Lucia off the couch. “Oh, shit, what is that?” Clinging to him, their bodies almost in the position he craved but separated by his jeans. He ran a hand through her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“The fucking alarm system.” He flung himself off the couch, fishing for his phone; he keyed in the code to turn it off.

And got zilch.

The thing was still screeching like a toddler in a grocery market.

“Fuck’s sake.”

Capone paid enough for a state-of-the-art monitored system for it to not fucking glitch.

“Nena, wait here, I gotta go check this out with them downstairs.”

She quickly climbed into her underwear again, and Capone groaned for the timing. He wanted to fuck Hell out of his woman, not deal with this bullshit.

“Is there a fire?”