Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)
“I won’t let him take you, Emelia. I won’t let anybody take you, not even death. I’ll keep holding on. I’m stubborn that way. They’d have to pry you from my cold dead fingers to try and take you from me. Or tie me up to try it.” He brushes his finger over my cheek. Warmth spreads over my heart.
“You’d do all that for me?”
“You’re my wife.” He offers me a weak smile that shows his exhaustion. “You are mine. My girl.”
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry for everything, for all that my father did to you, and for betraying you.”
He shakes his head. “You can’t apologize for your father, Emelia. You can’t.”
“Then I apologize for me. My part yesterday. I saw Gabriella, and I just lost it,” I answer, but I think it’s time to be honest. “Before I saw her, when I first got here, I was planning it. I stopped after we got closer… then, when I saw my father at the fundraiser and he said you’d never love me, I believed him.”
He reaches forward and cups my face. As he lowers to my lips, I move toward him too. Our lips meet for a kiss that seeps into my veins and heats my blood. It flows through my body, and for the first time, I feel alive.
I’m alive, and every inch of me awakens when he starts touching me. He runs his fingers over my breasts. We fall back onto the pillow, into the heat of passion and that primal force that always comes for us.
We kiss hard, with the emotions that weigh in heavily on us. It feels like he’s tasting me. The way he touches me and kisses my body is a mixture of need and longing. Sweet and strong, soft and hard. Lovingly and ravenous. Ravenous, like he’s hungry for me and craves me. I crave him too. I need him too. Want him too.
Need and want are on the same level in this moment. His lips nip the hard bud of my clit. His tongue thrashes up inside my pussy as he eats me out.
I moan, coming on his face when he pushes into me. He rises, taking my arm to bring me forward.
“Get on your hands and knees and look in the mirror,” he commands. His voice is hard and demanding. Just like him.
Arousal has my head spinning, but I do as he says. He switches on the light as I get on my hands and knees and turn toward the long mirror on the wall so I can see myself. My hair falls forward, and my breasts hang before me like pillows with the nipples hard and pebbled form his wild sucking.
He gets behind me and takes his cock into his hands, pumping along the length. He does it so I can see him in the mirror. I look at him, beautiful and gorgeous, all male and muscle, pumping his cock while I submit on my hands and knees beside him.
“Remember, Emelia, trust what your eyes can see. People can tell you anything, but when you see it, you know. When you feel it, you can believe it. When you believe it without seeing it, you’re unstoppable,” he says and grabs my hips.
I manage to take a breath before he plunges in deep inside me. So deep I feel the length of his cock touch my soul—if such a thing were possible, that’s how it would feel.
He starts pumping into me, and I moan from the pleasure.
I dip my head, but he growls. “Look at us. Don’t look away.”
I listen and do as he says, watching him fuck me in the mirror. The sight makes my mouth water and sets my body aflame with fire that scorches me all over.
My breasts bounce with every thrust. My hair tangles, hanging before me like strands of silk. All I can see through the river of brown strands that flow before me is us. Me and Massimo.
Then I see what he means. Us
Us like this. It’s the first time I truly feel like this wasn’t about a contract.
This is us as a couple, doing what we’d do if it were just us and nothing else mattered.
I see and I know.
I feel and I know.
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Chapter Thirty-Six
Massimo
“How are you feeling?” Pa asks
“Like shit,” I answer. “Pa. How did you do it? How did you manage to take care of the family when we had so much shit happen to us? We’re grown men now, and it’s bad, but it must have been worse when we were kids.”