When Villains Rise (Anti-Heroes in Love 2)

“Si, Elena, mai più,” I agreed gruffly as I used my free hand to wrench her skirt up over her pert arse.

Never again.

Never again would I want a woman the way I wanted her.

She possessed me like a scientist with some great unanswerable question. I knew no matter the length of our lives together, I would never know Elena Lombardi in all her iterations. She would continue to surprise me, impress me, and test me. For a man who had been bored by the human condition for years, it was the greatest gift I could have ever possessed, so of course, it made sense that it should possess me in return.

Elena’s hand deftly undid the zipper of my trousers, bypassing the belt entirely. I hissed as she carefully fished inside the open material to grab my cock.

I pushed her hand away, threading my steel length through the gap with minimal pain. As soon as it was free, Elena’s long fingers wrapped around the shaft and pulled.

“You need me inside you don’t you, lottatrice?” I coaxed darkly, pushing her slightly over the basin so she was forced to grab its edges in both hands to brace herself.

I wrapped my own fist around my cock, pulled her panties down those slim thighs to expose the gleaming pink of her slit, and ran the hot head of my dick up and down that silken pass.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, long nails clacking on the sink as she tightened her grip.

“You speak in Italian when I play with you,” I ordered her in a soft, flexible tone so she wouldn’t rebel.

There was a brief hesitation.

I pressed myself just inside her entrance, felt the hot clasp of her pussy pulse around me, greedy for more.

“Dio mio, Dante, dai mettimelo dentro,” she panted impatiently, slightly irritated with my demands and teasing but too aroused to stall any longer.

My God, Dante, I want you inside me.

The smile that overtook my face was victorious. Without warning, I rocked my hips hard, seating myself to the root inside her clutching folds. She gasped, swearing softly in Italian as she fought to maintain her grip on the sink. Always the gentleman, I wrapped the length of her thick hair around my fist to help pin her still while I fucked into her. Her head was canted back, but her eyes stayed on the mirror, the grey blown away by the black of her dilated pupils.

“You love this,” I muttered in her ear over the sound of my thighs and balls slapping against her arse. “You love watching what I do to you. How you melt into such a gorgeous wanton for me.”

“Never,” she murmured, her frown knotted, her eyes almost desperate on mine in the reflection. She needed that connection, to watch me watching her. To see the evidence of my unmitigated lust for her and her alone. If she couldn’t see it, I knew it was harder for her to believe in it. “Never before you.”

“I know,” I soothed, moving my free hand around her waist, up between her breasts so I could pull the fabric of her bra and blouse under the swells, plumping them up in the rouched material.

Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, begging for me to pluck at them with punishing fingers. Every time I pinch those furls, her tight pussy rippled around my driving shaft.

“I’m going to make you come all over my cock with our enemies just down the hall,” I told her, watching as mouth parted wider, her tongue peeking out as if to taste the filth of my words. “You’re going to suck on my fingers while you orgasm so they don’t hear your pretty cries.”

“Capo,” she gasped, her skin vibrating beneath my hands, her muscles quivering like a horse at the gate about to explode into motion.

“Si, Elena,” I agreed, squeezing my hand at her throat just slightly, just to watch the shock widen her eyes and the desire tremble harder through her form. “Your capo. There is no one else. Only me. Only you. Only us.”

A high, keening groan built in her chest and leaked through her red lips as she thrust her hips hard back against my groin, impaling herself almost brutally on my length. I moved my grip high on her throat so I could slide the tips of two fingers into her open mouth, her lips closing around them automatically, sucking fiercely as she moaned. Her body went stiff as a wood plank in my arms and then broke into quaking pieces around me. She tried to thrash, but I pinned her with that hand in her hair and the other at her throat, forcing her to take every ounce of pleasure.

Magnificent.

There was no other word for the way Elena climaxed for me.

It had so much to do with that damp, sucking mouth and the shimmering red hair cascading between us, but it was more than that too.