Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)

ulders, trying to commit the feel of her to memory. When she tugs on my shirt again, the buttons pop and clatter on the floorboards.

When her fingers touch the bare skin on my abs, I know we won’t make it upstairs to the bedroom.

I move us into the kitchen and practically tear off her top and bra, leaving her in the little skirt that looks sexy as hell right now with her breasts on show and her hair wet.

Shoving everything off the breakfast table, I pick her up and set her down like the rare, exotic meal I’m getting ready to feast on.

She is.

She absolutely fucking is to me.

“Spread your legs wide for me, Mrs. D’Agostino. Let me see your pretty pussy.”

This woman has changed into one sexy goddess who’ll have me eating out of the palms of her hands if I’m not careful. When she gives me that lascivious smile again and spreads her legs, I nearly embarrass myself and blow my load .

“With pleasure, Mr. D’Agostino,” the goddess says, then goes one step further by holding open her pussy lips for me.

Holy fuck.

Lust wipes my brain clean of everything. Need makes me greedy, selfish, so I dive in and feast on my girl, my wife.

I lick over the sweet bud of her clit, listening to her moans and groans of wild pleasure. All from what I’m doing to her. Me. I have her coming undone in my arms, and she knows I want her. I see it as she comes and her sweet nectar flows into my mouth. The knowledge that I want her shines in her eyes. The look intensifies as I drink and take everything until there’s nothing left.

With her juice on my lips, I kiss her so she can taste herself. She moans into my mouth.

I’ll have to play with her breasts later. I need to be inside her. I’ve been eager to get back in there. I need her now.

Quickly, I strip out of my clothes, take my cock, and slide into her slick, wet opening.

She gasps, setting her hands behind her on the table to take me. I hold her still to make sure she does because I’m owning this pussy again tonight. Fuck damn, she feels so good. The sensation of being inside her heightens with this new sense of understanding that’s between us.

“Massimo… ahhh…” she moans.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” I promise and start to fuck her.

My mouth falls open and her eyes go wide, pleasure filling every inch of her face.

Infernal heat cascades over me, making me drive into her harder, faster, furious. Fuck.

My balls tighten painfully in response to the squeeze of her walls around my length. I try to hold on and control my movements so I can last longer, but she feels too good. Everything about her feels too good.

Mercilessly, I pound into her until I reach my limit and my climax comes at the same time as hers. The table shakes, scratching against the floor as I blow into her and she screams. It’s the most glorious sound I’ve ever heard, yet I want to hear it again before the sun comes up.

I pull out of her, pick her up, and carry her upstairs, where we fall into that cycle we got lost in nights ago. I’m mindful of sharing this one perfect night with my beauty.

We don’t sleep; we just indulge on each other. As the sun rises, I watch her as that feeling overwhelms me again. I see her. I see who she is, and I don’t feel scared anymore by what I feel for her.

The sun bathes her in its bright light as her whiskey-colored eyes stare back at me.

Suddenly I get it. I get love. I understand the risk and what my father meant when he said he carried my mother in his heart.

That’s where Emelia is for me. She found her way there all by herself, found the key and unlocked the door to a cold heart that’s been closed ever since that day I found my mother in the river.

“I see you,” Emelia says, touching my face.

“Because… I love you,” I answer. It feels so easy to say.

Shock suffuses her pretty face and her eyes go wide. She looks at me in disbelief at first. Soft strands of silk fall onto the pillow as she straightens and eases herself up onto her elbows to stare at me, lips parted.