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The Don : The Oath Duet (The Valentini Family #1)(2)
Author: Serena Akeroyd

Oh, God.

It was so loud in the quiet room. Outside, the walls vibrated from the rage of the music, the joy of the crowd. Inside, it was like a tomb, but I felt every sound as if it were an action being taken against me as he clicked open what I knew was a bottle of lube.

The splatting sound, along with a strong scent of coconut, combined with the cold chill of the liquid coating my ass had me jerking like he’d spanked me.

Then he did.

With his cock.

Christ.

His dick sloshed through the puddles of lube he’d made on my ass, some of it landing between my cheeks, some of it on the curve that was now dripping down the backs of my legs.

He was thick.

He was long.

Jesus.

My eyes almost crossed at the prospect of taking him there, of him sliding his cock home, of him finally fucking me after taunting me so much—

"A condom," I choked out at the last minute, realizing why he felt so fucking good.

Why he felt so hot—

"Are you clean?" he intoned calmly, his dick still sliding between the twin globes of my butt.

Tits heaving as they were shoved into the desk, I rasped, "I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without a condom—tonight included."

He hummed as he pressed the tip of his dick to my pucker. He prodded me there, the tip not going deeper, just rocking against it. "I’m clean. I have bi-monthly checkups."

I blinked. "Because you have so much unprotected sex?"

"I haven’t fucked without a condom in years," he rumbled, and I got the picture—he wasn’t going to tell me shit.

"Then—"

"You’re clean. I’m clean." The tip pushed into my ass, and I didn’t struggle.

I could have.

But fuck.

My eyes clenched closed as I reared up onto my forearms and instead of pulling away, instead of running screaming for the hills, I pushed my butt back until he was filling me.

Claiming a hole that many guys had claimed before.

He took more care than I’d anticipated at first—not just slamming into me—but making sure my ass was ready, that I was ready before I felt the burning heat of him all the way inside me...

He pulled out, and I squirmed at the sudden emptiness.

He thrust in, and I groaned, my head bowing, my forehead rocking against the table.

Again and again, he pounded into me, and I didn’t just lie there, I ground into him. Not just accepting what he gave me, being a passive participant, but actively encouraging him.

Reaching back, even though it meant my tits smushed into the table, I grabbed his hips, holding him inside me, and I undulated against the leather, wanting deeper, harder, pounding thrusts that I’d feel tomorrow. That I’d feel every time I sat down.

My nails dug into the silk covering his ass, and I had no idea why it was so hot that we were both fully dressed, but it was.

With a cry, I begged, "Fuck me, Luciu, fuck me hard."

He loomed over me, his front pressing me into the table, his weight uncomfortable, then he did as I asked.

He fucked me.

He ground into me.

He gave me what I needed, giving me everything I could take.

The edge of the table butted against my stomach, and it hurt, but I didn’t care.

I needed that pain.

I needed the discomfort.

I needed to fucking feel.

He made me experience all those things, and I could have kissed him for it.

Not that we’d done that tonight. Not yet. Maybe never again.

A scream escaped me as his hand tunneled around my front, his fingers coming to my clit.

As he rocked into me, he caressed me there, rubbing with an insistence that spoke of a man who knew how to get a woman off.

I growled when my pussy clenched down, suddenly so fucking empty, emptier than it had ever been in my life and considering I’d never had a dick in there, that was saying something.

It was a stark contrast to the thick, burning brand of his length in my ass which was something I felt in the back of my goddamn throat.

He moved his hand down, not stopping until the butt of his wrist was rubbing my clit and his fingers—

Oh, God.

He pressed two into me, then angled his hips down, arching up higher on the balls of his Brioni-shod feet so that he was thrusting those fingers and his dick against my G-spot.

I cried out the first time I felt him pound that part, then a low keening sound rumbled from my lips as he burned me with pleasure, branding me with the scolding hot heat—

Faster.

Harder.

I screamed.

Ecstasy ricocheted through me, tormenting me, making me growl and cry and sob and burn.

The flames licked at me, and I loved them. I needed them to hurt. I needed the pleasure to cleanse. I needed him to fuck me like this, like we were fucking animals.

We both cried out together.

His slick seed was spent inside me as I shuddered through my orgasm, whimpering and mewling as he took me higher, higher, higher—

His teeth nipped at my shoulder before he bit down.

Harder than before.

Nastier.

Crueler.

And that sting sent me soaring, had me flying so high that I knew the drop would be brutal.

Just like everything else in my life.

Beneath me, the ground trembled. At first, I thought it was an aftershock, the intensity of the orgasm shaking the earth itself.

That was when I heard the screams.

And the gunshots.

 

 

Two

 

 

Luciu

 

 

The sound of gunshots had me tensing up, but not with concern. Mostly just irritation.

La Notte di San Silvestro. New Year’s Eve.

Was nothing sacred in this godforsaken city?

As much as I’d strived to own it, Sicily would forever be my homeland.

Catania... Cristo, how I missed it. There, things were done with panache. Here, it was as if the men had watched too many Van Damme movies during their formative years.

Grumbling under my breath at the disruption, I carefully pulled out of Jen’s fine ass, my hands gripping the cheeks, enjoying the taut curves as I made my retreat.

"What’s that?" she asked breathily, her nerves clear.

"I think you already know, cara mia," I told her dryly, straightening up so I could shove my dick back into my pants.

She placed her hands on the three-hundred-year-old desk that had once sailed the high seas with one of Sicily’s greatest Barber pirates, and, more importantly, had once graced my grandfather’s office, then pushed up. The move made her ass look biteable which had me tilting my head to the side with enjoyment as I watched the show.

I’d just tapped that, and I wanted back inside.

I’d never known a woman who wanted anal on a hook-up before, but I wasn’t about to complain even though that pussy of hers—

"You goddamn mobsters. What is it with you?" she snapped on a huff, dragging the skirt of her dress down to cover herself.

Well, if it could be called a dress.

It was more of a napkin that somehow, through magic, stayed up. I thought her nipples had something to do with how it remained draping over her, but I wasn’t entirely sure. Either way, I appreciated the seamstress who’d made this delectable piece of nothing.

I smoothed a hand over her butt, tucking her into my side. She struggled, shoving at me, but I was stronger and as I hauled her nearer, I forcibly walked her over to the wall of windows at the other end of my office.

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