They rub my back as she thrusts her hips upward, receiving everything I have to give. Her lips reassure me with her sensual, hot kisses.
My hands and lips can’t get enough of her as I rip at her blouse, not caring that I’m tearing it apart. I don’t give a damn that Sabrina and Bones will notice she’s changed clothes when they see her again. The only thing that matters at this moment is that all the negative energy I’ve held inside, she’s fucking it away.
Her hips gyrate wildly, and my nuts smash against her ass as I thump, thump, thump into her. This is my girl, the woman who’s stolen my heart and changed my world.
Never will I allow her to feel unloved or not cherished. My lips pull away from hers, working down to her neck, the hollow between her breasts and each nipple.
She’s mine, the one thing I finally got right in this world, and she lets me know it with her good loving. So, while I may not know who killed my brother’s wife, I know it won’t be long before we find the asshole and make him pay.
Until then, I’ll take whatever Mila offers to keep me strong.
“I love you, Alessandro DeLuca,” she moans as I bite her nipple.
I feel my wife clenching around me, and I smile. She’s so beautiful whenever she’s in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
Watching how she breaks down is enough to send me spiraling over the edge. Driving deeper inside her, I hold still, my fists pushing into the mattress on either side of her head as my cock jerks, releasing my seed inside her.
“Ales?”
“Yes, baby,” I say, falling off her and lying beside her.
She takes my hand and says, “Find that fucker and unleash the savage on him.”
“I promise to do nothing less than that, cuore mio.”
I mean every word that I say. My brother will get vengeance. DeLuca style.