Fragile Longing

Danilo didn’t say another word, but his disapproval rang loudly. I was torn between anger and guilt. When we finally arrived home after a grueling eight-hour drive, I was emotionally and physically exhausted. I staggered out of the car. Danilo appeared at my side at once, his hand on my lower back as if he didn’t trust me to walk inside on my own.

I glared at him, but he seemed lost in thought, or more likely his anger. The moment we stepped into our bedroom, my own frustration burst out of me. “I know you’re worried this’ll reflect badly on you and that people will think you can’t control me. You’re probably worried that Remo used me to trample on your pride again.”

Danilo grabbed my upper arms firmly, breathing harshly. “Fuck Falcone and fuck my pride. I was fucking terrified something might happen to you. Falcone is unpredictable. Even your sister couldn’t stop him if his crazy mind came up with the plan to kidnap and torture you. The idea of losing you almost killed me, and you talk about pride?”

Finally, I recognized the emotion behind the anger. It was worry. “You were scared of losing me?”

Danilo growled. “Of course. I love you. I can’t bear the thought that something might happen to you because I’m not there to protect you. Serafina and Emma got hurt when I was away, and it almost broke me, but with you . . . with you, I don’t think I could actually live with myself. You are my life, Sofia. Don’t ever risk your health or life again.”

I blinked, stunned by his words.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that you mean the world to me?”

“Because I’m stupid.”

Danilo had showed me in so many ways that he loved me and worried about me, but I just had to cling to my own insecurities.

“Promise me to never do something like this again. Swear it. I need to be able to trust you.”

“You can,” I said. “I won’t ever keep something from you again, I swear. But I’m going to keep talking to Fina. I don’t want to lose her completely.”

“You can talk, but no meetings. It’s too dangerous. Your sister is no longer on our side.”

“I know. She’s on her husband’s side, and I’m on mine.”

Danilo kissed me firmly and his arms slung around me in a possessive hold. His previous anger and worry poured into the kiss, turning it harsher and more passionate. I clung to his jacket, standing on my tiptoes for leverage. Danilo pressed me back with his body, his hand kneading my ass-cheek, his fingers occasionally slipping lower, brushing my crotch. His erection dug into my lower belly as he guided me backwards.

My calves bumped into the bed, but Danilo didn’t let me fall. He held onto me, forcing me to surrender to the kiss. I ground my ass against his palm, wanting to feel him where I needed him, but he refused to move.

His kiss burned with angry passion, lighting my body on fire. His fingers ripped at the buttons of my pants, then he shoved them down with my panties, leaving my lower half bare and eager for his attention. I pressed into him, hooking one of my legs over his hip to grind myself against him almost frantically. Danilo pulled out of the kiss, his eyes burning into me. I wasn’t sure if he was still angry and if he was trying to punish me. I didn’t care, I just wanted him to keep going. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and shoved it over my head. A rip sounded but neither he nor I slowed. As he fumbled with the hook of my bra, I reached for his zipper and jerked it down. Reaching inside, I found him hot and hard. His answer to my touch was almost a snarl. He pulled me against his chest for another harsh kiss before he whirled me around. His cock dug into my ass as he leaned down to whisper harshly into my ear. “On your knees on the bed. Now, Sofia.”

I shuddered, desire pooling in my belly at his commanding tone. I climbed on the bed, lowering myself on my palms. Danilo stroked my butt before he slowly worked his way up my spine. He paused against my neck, then pushed gently. “Get down. I want a prime view of your pussy.”

Biting my lip to stifle an overeager moan, I lowered myself to my elbows, but Danilo kept pushing until my arms were stretched out above my head and my forehead was pressed into the pillow. My ass jutted out and cool air hit my soaked center.

“Perfect,” Danilo said in a low voice as he rubbed my ass cheeks. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Sofia. I could stare at it forever.”