Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

DARIO

W hen I lay her down on the bed, she sits up on her elbows, her hair falling beautifully onto the bed, her breath coming quick and making her chest rise and fall, highlighting the sumptuous curves of her breasts. She’s wearing loose-fitting PJs and no bra. Her perky-as-fuck nipples poke through the fabric.

“Is the door locked?” she whispers.

“It’s like I told you in the limo,” I groan. “Nobody gets to see you like this. Only me.”

“Like what?” She sits up. “Naked, you mean?”

“Oh. My. God.”

My voice wavers as she stands up, pulling her shirt over her head. She bites her lip as if anxiety is warring with her, but then she grabs her shorts and wriggles out of them. She stands in front of me naked, her wet haven glistening, her thick thighs tempting me.

“Your turn,” she says, her old sass back with full force.

My hungry flesh couldn’t be harder. I tear my shirt off, buttons popping, then grab my pants and yank them down. My lust springs up, precome flinging from the head, making her gasp. Then I move closer, my tip stroking against her stomach, smearing precome over her perfectness.

“You’re the only woman I ever want,” I groan. “The only one I’ll ever need.”

“There’s no ever here,” she murmurs. “Just now. Just us. Kiss me, Dario.”

As if I need any goddamn encouragement, I slide my hands around her naked body and sink against her, gently pushing her onto the bed. She whimpers in a ball-tingling way, causing my length to jerk.

Reaching down between our bodies, I bring my hand to her core, stroking her tender folds and then pushing my thumb against her quivering nub. She breaks off the kiss with a warm gasp, her eagerness driving me to more lust. I rub her quicker, with more pressure, with more attention.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “I think I’m already …” she gasps.

I sit up slightly so that I can watch the sudden orgasm move through her. She looks like she’s been waiting for this since the last time we were intimate, as though all the mayhem and darkness have let the desire build up in her. Her entrance grows wet as she spills her juices all over my hand, her clit throbbing as I rub harder, quicker, hungrier.

Her tits quiver seductively, making me lean down and bring her nipple into my mouth. This lengthens her orgasm, turning her moans into music I’ll never get tired of hearing. She twitches against me, shifting her hips, grinding against my hand.

“You’re so wet for me,” I growl.

“For you,” she moans. “ Just for you …”

She gently wraps her hand around my rigidness, stroking me, making my length ache with the need for a real unleashing. I groan and suck her nipple even more greedily, smearing wetness all over her sex, knowing her virgin hole is ready for me, knowing she’s going to take every inch of my fat, rock-hard dick.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she moans. “I’m done waiting. I want this. I want you.”

“I love you,” I groan, kissing her neck and finding her lips again.

“You said that before.”

“Because it’s true.”

She digs her fingernails into my shoulders. “Just here. Just this room. Don’t make any promises.”

“I promise to choose you ,” I growl.

“If that means sacrificing the Family, then it means expulsion, right?”

“You heard what I said. I promise , Elena.”

I wrap my hand around my base and guide my sensitive tip to her silken threshold, shifting back and forth, feeling her folds move aside for me, like there’s something primal and hungry in her, eager for me to go all the way, eager for me to take her hard and claim her.

“Stop teasing me,” she gasps. “Oh, Dario …”

My head clouds as I push into her, her heat clinging to me tighter than I ever could’ve imagined. She digs her nails into me even more firmly, letting me track the course of her passion and pleasure through the tightness in her hands.

I arch my back, pushing forward with my hips, inch after inch disappearing into her virgin slit. She blinks rapidly, staring at me with awe and fascination.

“You’re so big,” she moans, “but it … feels … so… good.”

“You feel perfect,” I growl. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

I almost roar when I sink all the way into her, her entrance clutching eagerly to my base.

“You’re so deep,” she whispers shakily. “Like we’re …”

“Don’t get shy with me now.”

“Fused,” she gasps. “Oh, Dario, make love to me.”

I slide out of her, feeling her fingernails grip even tighter like she’s going to pull me back in. When I thrust forward again, she moans and shifts against me, guiding her, inviting her heat down my fiery stiffness. We sink into a rhythm like two actors bouncing off each other, but there’s nothing fake here, neither staged nor scam-like. This is the realest thing we’ve ever shared.

When she bucks her hips, I almost lose it for a moment, my offering streaming to the greedy end of my dick and building like a flow of need. I take a breath and keep thrusting into her, captivated by the pleasure dancing across her gorgeous face, by how her tits bounce, her nipple still wet from where I was sucking her.

I can’t help myself. Holding myself up with one arm, I reach down and caress her plump, curvy breasts, indulgently burying my hand in her fullness as I fuck her faster, harder. I drill her young inexperienced body with my cock, her slick opening making wet noises that add to the ecstasy.

“Keep going,” she whimpers.

“Did you think I was going to stop?”

Sassiness makes her raise her eyebrows, her lip twitching into a smile. “Smartass.”

“I can feel your virgin pussy getting close. I can feel you throbbing for me. I can feel you wanting to spill more wetness all over my dick. I can feel you , Elena. All. Of. You.”

I pound into her body, making the mattress whine with each thrust, bringing our future closer to the present with each movement of pure, unbridled lust. Maybe she doesn’t want me to promise and thinks I’m not serious, but I know now that I am. I’ve never been more confident about anything.

“You’re fucking creaming up for me,” I groan.

“It sounds so hot,” she moans with that same tempting fascination.

“You’re right … Oh, fuck, look at you. You’re not acting now.”

“Nuh-nuh-no …”

She bites down, her cheeks turning entirely red as she wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me in for a hot kiss. But the explosion of her release is too overwhelming for us to maintain a kiss. Instead, she opens her mouth, moaning right into my mouth, like she’s desperate for me to share this moment with her.

Her entrance pulses around the base of my dick, caressing my deepest desire, sending liquid heat vibrating through my rod. It’s almost getting too much to handle; my head is a haze of Elena, my soul a song of Elena.

As her orgasm passes, she’s able to kiss me, pushing her lips hungrily against mine. Our tongues somehow find each other in the chaos of our shifting bodies, our nakedness slick with need as we shift faster, more eagerly, my balls feeling like they could erupt any second.

“What do you want?” she moans between kisses.

“I’ve got what I want.”

“No.” She pants. “Your wildest fantasy. Something that will make you explode. Like you made me explode.”

“Fuck. Are you sure?”

“I’m certain ,” she replies.

She laughs most adorably when I slip out of her and grab her hips. Flipping her over, I stare in awe down at her ass. She climbs to all fours, looking at me over her shoulder as I move my trembling hand over her soft, plump ass.

“Are you just going to look at me?” she says sassily with her eyebrows quirked.

“I’m going to explode inside your tight body the second I grind into you.”

“Good,” she says. “I want to feel wanted. Needed.”

“Oh, you’re that and so much more.”

I bury my hands in her hips as I bring my dick to her entrance. We’re both so slick and filled with lust that I slip into her straight away. She shifts back against me, her release smearing up my dick. I collapse atop her, going full beast as I pound into her, biting down to stop myself from roaring and howling like the monster I am. She looks at me over her shoulder at first, but then I fuck her too hard, and she shakes her head like she’s at a metal concert.

It’s like her sweet globes are hypnotizing me, bouncing against my hips as I pound into her. Pressure builds in me as I hammer her harder, deeper, and then everything spills out. Release surges up my shaft and makes the head of my dick burn intensely. I fall on top of her, wrapping my arm around her body and caressing her breasts. I clutch her tits tightly, fusing to her body, melting into her.

I shudder all over as I spill the last of my release inside her warmth. She quickly climbs into my arms as if she’s afraid I’ll leave her, and she wants to keep this just-us spell going a little longer.

“You went wild at the end there,” she says.

“Was it too much?”

“Nothing between us is too much. I was thinking at one point, whoa, I can’t believe I’m the one making him go this crazy.”

“You should believe it. You’re so sexy, Elena: beautiful and gorgeous. I’m running out of words to describe how perfect you are.”

“I don’t mind if you use the same few on a rotation,” she says, seeming giddy. “It’s not like I’ll ever tire of them …”

I slide my hand through her hair, savoring how she moans, almost like she’s getting ready for round two. She must sense my thinking because she says, “I might need a little while. I want to, but I don’t know if my body would be grateful.”

I smirk. “We’ve got all the time in the world. We don’t need to rush a thing.”

“Have we, though?”

“After tomorrow, when Father gives his blessing, we won’t have to worry about timelines. With the Romanos gone, we won’t have to worry about threats. We’re going to make it through this together.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m not,” I tell her honestly. “There’s every chance Father refuses to accept you. There’s a chance we have to leave this city, go to the West Coast, and start a new life in Hollywood. For you, I’d make that sacrifice.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” she says. “Maria said it could cause a Mafia war, people trying to take out your dad once they know he hasn’t got an heir.”

I sigh heavily. “Yeah, that’s a possibility.”

“Then how?—”

“I choose you ,” I cut in. “I can’t control everyone else. I can’t make Father see reason. I can’t force him not to be a hypocrite, but I know one thing, Elena. I can never, never let you go.”

“I love you,” she whispers, cuddling closer to me.

“I love you too.”