But when he landed, he still did exactly that, went inside and ignored me.
I dragged my pathetic sorry ass inside and headed upstairs for our room. Apparently, my dignity was taking a vacation.
He was taking off his shoes when I entered. I went to sit next to him on the bed, but he rose and went straight to the bathroom. Then I heard the water running.
Without thinking, I left the violin on the bed and entered the bathroom. Steam had gathered in the shower as water cascaded on him, on his beautiful curls and beard, on his tattoos and muscles, on his cock that jerked a little when he saw me.
He rolled his eyes and gave me his back. His marvelous ass.
I’d been denying myself the pleasure of enjoying his sexy body. Not anymore. If I had no choice but to be his, he was mine, too.
I stripped and walked into the shower with him, holding him from behind. “Did you miss me?”
He gazed at me over his shoulder, and I stared at his lips, the need to remind myself of his taste dominant. “When I miss you, you’ll know,” he said.
My hand slid down his hip and onto his pelvis until I filled my fist with his cock. “You mean when you shove this big cock inside my pussy and use me for your pleasure whenever you want?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and he blinked once. “Yeah.”
I stroked him. “What about when I miss you?”
He blinked again, his chest rising with a deep breath. “I thought you hated me.”
“I thought you could tell when I was lying.”
He twisted and slammed me against the wall, his grip on my neck. “What the fuck do you want?”
“You know what I want. You’ve always known what I wanted before I did,” I rasped.
“You want me to punish you.”
“I want you, Don Bellomo.”
His swat didn’t hit my ass this time. It landed on my pussy. I bit a moan, the sting arousing as fuck. He did it again while choking me. I could come just like that. But I was greedy. I wanted more. Much more.
“I’m not on my period anymore.”
“Cazzo.” He let out a primitive sound, squeezing me harder, two fingers plunging inside me. “How many times have you touched yourself while I was gone?” he asked.
“Every day,” I confessed. I’d gotten used to getting it daily from him, and then he cut me off cold turkey. It was unfair. “You?” I moaned with the pleasure his fingers dragged from me.
A hint of a smirk touched his mouth. “I never cheated on you, Angel.” He understood my intentions perfectly. I was driving myself crazy thinking he’d be having sex all the time he was gone and wanted to know if he did. “Not once. Not since you were sixteen.”
The revelation was perverted yet so sexy. He hadn’t had sex with a woman for two years because of me. “Does that mean you’re mine, too? Only mine?”
A smirk manifested on his lips before, abruptly, he gripped my waist, pushed me up, hooked my legs around his back and pushed his heavy erection inside me. “Does that answer your question?”
“No,” I teased.
He swatted my pussy again, and I hissed. Then he started pounding me. “How about now?”
I was coherent enough to shake my head.
“Liar,” he whispered, and his pounding became harder, more punishing. He was ruthlessly driving me higher and higher until I was screaming, my nails raking down his back as release hovered just beyond my reach.
Then, as he spanked my ass and returned to squeeze my neck while stretching me with his deep thrusts, I was finally there, my body crashing apart as a powerful orgasm swept through me.
He pulled out and flipped me over. Then he pushed back inside me, resuming fucking me from behind, his body large and strong. I was surrounded by him. The heat emanating from his skin. His incredible smell. The back and forth movement of his thick cock inside my body as the head bumped against my cervix with each thrust of his hips.
In this position, he went deeper, hitting every right spot, sucking gasps and hisses of both pleasure and pain out of my throat. “I touched myself every day while I was gone watching you come.”
My inner muscles clenched helplessly around his shaft in another orgasm as he said that. A week or two ago that would have made me cringe, the idea of my stalker, watching me in the privacy of my bedroom without knowing while I was naked, touching myself, and jerk off to it, but now, it was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.
He groaned harshly, his cock pulsing and jerking within me, his pelvis grinding into my butt cheeks. It enhanced my own orgasm, drawing out my own pleasure, dragging it to last longer.
When he slipped out of me, he turned me and cupped my pussy, preventing any of his seed from spilling. He stared at me in a dare.
I wanted to protest, but I also didn’t want to upset him anymore. I just got him back. Besides, there was something hot about a man wanting to get a woman pregnant. It meant he needed to dominate her in every way possible. It meant he wanted them to have a connection that couldn’t be broken ever.
A sudden knock on the bathroom door interrupted our staring contest. I frowned. Who would dare interrupt Don Bellomo in the shower?
“Che cosa?” Tino asked.
A man spoke quickly in Italian. All I could make out from what he said was Leo’s name.
“Che cazzo?” Tino jumped out of the shower, dragging me out with him.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“Leo has found out where I’m keeping you. He knows everything.”
Chapter 53
Tino
“I have to get you out of here.” I threw a towel at her and drew her out of the bathroom with me. Then I opened the wardrobe and got out two outfits, one for me and one for her. “Here. Put that on. We don’t have time to pack.”
She just stared at me while I jumped into my pants. I read her eyes, the stupid plan formulating in her head. We both looked at the bathroom door at the same time before she sprinted, jumped inside and locked herself up.
“You silly, silly girl.” I banged on the door. “Open up.”
She didn’t make a sound. I didn’t have time for this shit. “Get back. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Quickly, I kicked the door, smashing it open.
She backed up in the corner, the frightened little girl she’d always been. “You think he’ll save you if he finds you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“You’re wrong. You don’t know him like I do. Leo is a danger to you, Angel.”
“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t make any sense. Leo is kind and funny and compassionate and—”
“A fucking killer!”
She grimaced, her lips trembling. “Only because you made him one.”
She still didn’t understand. “No, Angel. He’s not the Mafia kind of killer. He’s the kind that kills a girl because she doesn’t want to be his girlfriend. Do you understand?”
Her head shook rapidly. “This can’t be true. You’re messing with my head again.”
“Why would I need to mess with your head? You’ve already given yourself to me a minute ago, and I know you want me, Angel, not him.”
“That’s before I thought I had no choice or a chance to get out of here. Now Leo can come and take me home, and you’re playing me so you can put me in another one of your prisons.”