One hand gripped on to his hair, the other to the sheets. I didn’t look away from him as my clit pulsated, relishing in the best damn feeling washing through my body.
“I could watch that all day long,” he gritted out, his voice deeper than usual. Slowly, I let go of his hair, my fingers numb. I was sated, more than I ever had been. His long fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, his tongue licking his lips and lapping up the leftover juices. “Tastes like heaven,” he murmured, yanking his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. His slacks were next; his cock springing free. My breaths turned to pants at the sight of him, his tan skin glistening.
He crawled over me like a lion stalking its prey, each of his muscles pulsating at his movements. My legs opened automatically, calling him to me silently. I gasped as his cock lined up at my entrance, but he didn’t push any farther. He just stayed there, staring down at me.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, placing his hand on the side of my face. I felt my cheeks heat at his attention, but I soaked it in, needing this side of him just as much as I wanted his asshole side. There were so many versions of Lorenzo, and I wanted to get to know them all. I wanted to see parts of him that he kept hidden from everyone else. And I knew that was what this was—a side he kept secret, just for me.
His hips moved forward, his cock pushing through my entrance. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch each of his reactions, and when his eyes closed, a moan vibrating from his throat, I let mine close too.
Slowly, he pushed in and out, relishing in it, in me, and I was doing the same. It was so different from the first time we’d been on this bed. We knew each other better. We were starting to understand each other.
I couldn’t take his slow rhythm, though. I needed more. More of this. More of him. So, I slammed my hands on his chest, causing his eyes to pop open. A frown appeared on his face, but I didn’t explain as I pushed him off me. I knelt at the side of him, threw one leg over him, then lined his cock back up at my entrance.
“Fuck,” he groaned out as I lowered onto him. His hands grasped my hips, his body lifting so our faces were level, and for the first time, I took control. I rocked my hips, planting my hands on his shoulders for traction as I slipped him out and back in again.
His cock pinched the sides of my walls. I savored the slight pain mixed with the pleasure, but I lost my rhythm when his head dipped, his mouth taking my nipple into his mouth. He stood, banding his arms around my entire body, and popped my nipple out.
“My turn.” He grinned, moving us away from the bed. My back hit a wall, his forehead pressed against mine, but he didn’t let me go as he pounded into me.
“Yes,” I gritted out, letting my head fall back. He didn’t stop his relentless pounding, not when my second orgasm slammed through me, and not when my body sagged, not sure it was able to take anymore.
I rested my face on his shoulder, moaning as he pumped in and out of me. I tensed around him, felt him pulsate, and then he stilled, a growl escaping his throat as he emptied inside me.
And I knew right there, at that moment, that there was no turning back. Not now that I knew what it was like to be the center of his universe.
LORENZO
“Favorite day of the week?” I asked, staring up at the ceiling in the living room.
I sensed Aida turn her head, so I did the same, meeting her stare. “Tuesday.”
My lips quirked at the corner. “Why Tuesday?”
She rolled to her side and leaned her head on her hand. “Monday is the start of the week, so that’s out. Wednesday is the midway point, so that’s neither here nor there.” I blinked as she explained it to me. “Thursdays are meh.”
I chuckled. “Obviously.”
“And Fridays always get all of the attention.” She smiled, pleased with herself. “So, there you have it. Tuesday.”
“What about Saturday or Sunday?”
“They don’t count.” She winked. “They’re weekends.” She had a point. “What about you?”
I tilted my head to the side, glancing around the empty room. We’d been spending more and more time in the living room, so I decided that we should redecorate. The furniture and decor were the same from when I was a kid, but the mansion was mine now. I stared back at Aida—ours. It was ours.
The hardwood floors were cold and hard on our backs, but I didn’t care. Any opportunity I had to spend time with Aida, I took it without a second thought.
“Mondays,” I said, watching as her eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but I knew she was going to ask why, so I continued, “It’s a new week. A fresh start.” I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips. “I like fresh starts.” I pressed my palms to the floor, lifting myself up. I hated leaving her, but there was no way I could bring her with me, not where I was about to go.
“You’re leaving?” she asked as I stood.
“Yeah.” I stepped back, grabbing my suit jacket off one of the new furniture boxes. “I have a meeting in the city.” I didn’t need to explain what meeting it was because she already knew it was Mafia business, and that was all I wanted her to know. The fewer details she had, the better. For the both of us.
She nodded and stood, staring around the room. “Is Mateo going with you?”
“Yeah.” I pushed my arms through my jacket just as my cell pinged. A quick glance at it told me he was outside, ready to leave. “Why?”
“I was going to ask him to help put some of this furniture together with me.”
I sauntered toward Aida, grabbing her by the waist and yanking her to me. “I’ll do it when I get home.” I pulled in a breath, unable to get enough of her rose scent. “Relax. Take a bath. Spend some time with Sofia.” Her eyes flashed, and I knew I’d hit the perfect spot with my last words. “I’ll be back soon.”
She wrapped her arms around me, her head finding the place on my chest where she slept every night. In a matter of three months, I’d gone from hating the fact I had to find a wife to not wanting to leave her side. I wanted to spend every second next to her, listening to her talk about nothing and everything. But I couldn’t. I had a business to run—a business that depended on me being the violent asshole I’d grown into.
As soon as I stepped away from her, I slipped my perfected mask back on and left the house, ready to do business. I pushed her to the back of my mind as Mateo drove us into the city. I was familiar with all of the streets, having spent days on them when I was younger. There was no better way to understand the way people were than to become one of them.
And that was what I’d done.
I’d made friends in low places as well as high. I’d committed crimes. I’d made allies as well as enemies. These city streets had molded me into the man I was today. A man who took no shit. A man who gave people second chances.
One chance. That was what I’d begged Aida for. It was what I gave everyone who crossed me. But that was all they got. You should learn from your mistakes, but as Mateo pulled to a stop at the warehouse, I knew this person hadn’t.
Darkness covered the night, seeping into my bones and bringing my inner demon to the forefront. The sounds of the city created the background noise to what would be a long night, one I’d relish at every turn.