Primo’s arm anchored around the center of my chest, holding me against him as his other hand grabbed my chin, pulling, turning me just enough for his lips to seal over mine.
And there was none of that hard, possessiveness that I’d thought was what some primal part of me had been attracted to in him.
No.
If anything, this kiss was slow and deep and lingering.
It was the kiss of a lover, not someone you were just fucking for release.
Realizing that, getting lost in the sensations of it, a warmth bloomed across my chest before spreading outward until it enveloped me like a warm hug.
“Mmm,” Primo rumbled against my lips as my walls started to tighten around him again. His lips ripped from mine, his eyes molten. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded, voice soft as my hips rocked ever so slightly against him. “Tell me,” he demanded when the word didn’t come because some part of me still wanted to deny it.
But, hell, he’d already proved it twice.
“You,” I said, the sound barely even a whisper.
“That’s right,” he agreed. “This is my fucking pussy,” he added as he knifed up, turning me, bending me over the arm of the couch, and fucking me from behind.
Hard and fast this time, and there was nothing I could do but take it, but feel my body driven upward yet again even if my brain tried to convince it that it wasn’t possible.
His hand moved between my thighs, stroking my aching clit with his thumb for a long moment before moving away.
His palm slapped down on my ass on one side as the hand that had just been between my thighs slipped across my cheek, his thumb pressing against my ass, then slipping inside.
A growl vibrated through him as an unexpected moan escaped me at the sensation.
His other hand left my ass, slipping into the hair at the nape of my neck instead, curling, then yanking until I had no choice but to arch my head back against his hold to ease the pain shooting across my scalp.
“This is my ass too,” he said, rocking his thumb inside me. “Say it,” he demanded, voice rough as his hand yanked on my hair.
“It’s yours too,” I said, sure at that moment that I wouldn’t deny him anything as the need for release had a death grip on my system.
“No, lamb, say it. Say your ass is mine,” he growled, thrusting harder and faster.
“My ass is yours,” I told him, too close to oblivion to give a shit about what I was even saying.
“You’re going to let me fuck you here,” he told me, wiggling his thumb again.
There was no use denying that I wanted it.
“Yes.”
Another of those far too sexy growls moved through him.
“Good girl,” he praised, and then he was done talking as he focused on fucking me.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
Unrelenting.
Not giving my body a second for my orgasm to retreat.
“Come, fucking come for me,” Primo hissed, voice tight, close himself. “Squeeze my cock,” he demanded as the orgasm slammed through my system, leaving me crying out his name. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he hissed, thrusting faster and faster. “Milk my come from me,” he added as he slammed deep, his body jolting hard as he came. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled as he folded forward over me, his face burying in my neck as his body contracted hard two more times before he went still.
We stayed that way for what felt like forever, both of us trying to catch our breaths, and my body racked with aftershocks that made it impossible to deny how intense that had been.
And, honestly, for that whole recovery period, not a single freaking thought managed to cross my foggy mind.
As soon as I managed to pull in a proper breath and my body stopped shaking, though, one very prominent thought penetrated.
I’d just fucked Primo again.
Without freaking protection.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Against my back, a chuckle moved through Primo as, I guess, my body stiffened.
“Regretting me already, lamb?” he asked, moving backward and sliding out of me.
“Always,” I claimed, even if I knew it was a lie. I mean, yes, objectively, fucking him was just stupid on so many levels. And fucking him without protection was completely mental. But my body, well, it didn’t have any regrets.
“Maybe you should tell your pussy to stop being so greedy for my cock then,” he said as I yanked up my bodice and pulled down my skirt before turning to face him, my thighs squeezed together to remind me how careless I’d been yet again.
“You’re such an asshole,” I hissed. “You can fool all your neighborhood fans into thinking you’re the good, church-going guy. But you can’t fool me. You’re a man who forces a woman into marriage then locks her in a gilded cage.”
“That may all be true, lamb,” he said, zipping his pants, then stalking over to me, moving so close that I had to crane my neck up to keep eye contact. “But you’re the one who wants to fuck her warden.”
With that, and nothing more, he walked right out of the apartment.
Leaving me to clean up myself and then the mess that Cassidy had left.
Which was good.
Because I needed something to distract me from the running internal monologue that listed all the various ways I’d screwed up over the past hour or so.
Making Primo think I was being possessive of him? Check.
Letting him think I dressed up for him? Check.
Letting him fuck me again? That was a giant check.
Without protection? Yep, check again.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, tapping my forehead into the cupboard.
What the hell was wrong with me?
How could I dislike a man so much, but not be able to control my body around him?
And every time I let him fuck me, I gave him more power.
He wasn’t taking it from me.
I was freaking willingly giving it to him.
Like an idiot.
Well, it wasn’t going to happen again, that was for damn sure.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Primo
My work always came with risks.
I knew that.
My men knew that.
We took those risks willingly. And, after time, without much thought. Sure, we were careful. We had multiple steps of security in place. But avoiding all threats had never been a constant worry of mine.
Until Isabella.
I was consumed with it, day and night. It was a gnawing sensation in my gut, knowing that my world now put more than my men and me at risk. She was relying completely on me for her safety.
I guess a part of me had imagined that since she came from a mafia Family, she would have gotten used to the possible threats as well. But she’d been terrified hiding in my closet, making it abundantly clear to me that the Costa Family had a lot less upheaval than mine had always known.
That made her even more vulnerable.
Which was why I’d refused to let up on her so-called “imprisonment” even after one week rolled into another without any new attempts on me or my organization.
Even if she hated me more for it with each passing day.
Though, to be fair, she also hated me because, instead of trying to deescalate the situation after we’d fucked again, and she was having conflicting feelings about it, I’d doubled down and made shit worse, turning what could have been a turning point for us, steps forward toward a real relationship, into a fight and ten steps backward for us.