“Love.” His tone is filled with warning as if he doesn’t believe I’m not in pain.
“I am.” I let out a deep breath. “I’m more than okay.” I slip my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. The rest of the pain fades away, leaving only the feeling of being full. “Kiss—”
Bruno’s mouth covers mine before I can even get the words out. My lips part for him as he takes over control of the kiss. I might have told him to do it, but Bruno is in full control of what he’s going to do to my body.
“Grab the headboard,” he orders when his mouth leaves mine.
Without question I do as I’m told before I can even think about it. My body instinctively follows his commands. His mouth travels down my jaw, placing soft kisses there before he moves to my neck.
One of his hands cups my breast before he gives a pull to my nipple. I whimper as he plays with my body. His cock is still lodged all the way inside me, but he doesn't move. My body starts to hum with need, wanting him to give it more.
My sex clenches around his cock over and over again. Still, he doesn’t move. I try to shift my hips, but I can’t. He has me pinned to the bed under him. The thought of being somewhat helpless only heightens the experience for me.
“Bruno.” I whimper.
“Yes, Love.” He nips at my neck.
“I need you.”
“Good. I want you to need me and only me.” I can feel him smile against my neck. Again I try to lift my hips but get nowhere. “Don’t.” He snaps before his teeth sink into my neck. My hands—which I didn't realize had moved—fly back to the headboard, and I grab hold.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper.
“I know you are.” He kisses the spot he bit before lifting his head to stare down at me. “Last night you were my good girl. I tied you to our bed and rewarded you all night. But I need you to know, Love, that things could be very different for you. If you try to run from me again, I’ll tie you to the bed and keep you on edge all night.” He pulls out and thrusts all the way back in.
“Bruno!” I moan at the delicious sensation. Again he stops moving, pinning me beneath him, showing me exactly what he means.
“You only run from me when I tell you to run.”
I close my eyes, a deep whimper coming from me. The idea of him chasing and catching me has my sex clenching around his cock even harder. “Fuck,” Bruno grits out. “Soon, Love. Your pussy isn't ready for something like that. We’ll have to work up to it.” He pulls out and thrusts inside of me again.
“Yes!” I moan, wanting that.
“Soon. I just have to break you in first.”
I gasp as he starts to thrust in and out of me over and over again.
The man doesn't only get me off with his body but his words too. Sometimes I think he’s not only worked his way into my heart but my brain. He seems to know all of my dirty thoughts and plans to fulfill every fantasy I have. And I plan to let him.
He pulls up onto his knees, his hands going to my hips. He stares down at me, watching his cock go in and out of me. My breasts are bouncing with each thrust. His eyes devour every inch of me. This man makes me feel so damn sexy with the way he looks at me. He shifts his hips, so that the next time he pushes into me, his cock hits somewhere deep inside.
My breath hitches as another orgasm starts to push through my body. “Bruno.” I call his name, no longer sure what I’m asking him for.
“Yes, Love,” he answers. Without another thought, I let go of the headboard. He comes back on top of me. I wrap my legs around him, holding him tight as the orgasm hits me hard. He feels as though he’s everywhere.
“Bruno.” I cry out his name as the pleasure takes me. It’s not long before his own release spills deep inside me. Thoughts of what that could mean trigger another orgasm. The pleasure never ends.
“Love. Open your eyes,” Bruno orders. When I open them, I realize I’m crying.
“I’m okay. I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m happy. I swear.” I smile up at him.
“You sure?” His handsome face is filled with so much concern.
“Promise.” I bring my hand up to brush my fingers along his jaw. He leans into my touch.
“I’d never want to hurt you. Tell me you know that.”
“I do.” I push on his chest. He lets me, grabbing me by the hips and rolling me over until I’m on top of him. I’m not sure how he manages to keep his cock lodged inside me. I sprawl out on his massive body, loving the way it feels. His fingers drift up and down my back. “Bruno.”
“Love.”
“It would hurt me if someone took you from me,” I say against his chest.
“Never,” he vows.
I pray that’s the truth. I know more than anyone that it’s never that easy. The bad guys always get caught in the end. But maybe Bruno is the baddest of them all. Actually, I kind of hope so.
15
Bruno
“These are amazing.” Love munches on a croissant filled with Alice’s chicken salad.
“The recipe is top secret, so don’t ask.” Alice waves a finger.
“I’m not much for cooking, so your secret would be perfectly safe. All the same, I won’t be asking. Just eating.” Love grabs another sandwich.
I scoop some more macaroni and cheese onto her plate.
“No!” she protests with a full mouth.
“Yes.” I lean over and kiss her cheek. “Eat. It’s good for you. No more meals of just coffee and donuts.”
She narrows her eyes. “That’s a stereotype.” Her mouth is still full, so the entire word is a train wreck.
“If you’d told me that we'd be hosting a law enforcement officer here at the house, I never would’ve believed it. But here we are.” Alice smiles down at Love. “Bruno’s out of the pokey, and now we have you and Pikachu. Like a little family.” She takes her apron and dabs her eyes.
“Oh no. Are you okay?” Love starts to stand.
“Sit, eat.” Alice smiles. “I’m just happy is all.”
“Me too, if those are stuffed with Alice’s Top Secret Chicken Salad.” Ali strides in and sits down as Alice loads up a plate for him.
I turn to Love. “Now that you’re stuffed and happy, I’m going to head out and take care of some business.”
“Business?” She swallows hard.
“Nothing bad.” Then I amend, “Nothing too bad.”
She arches a brow.
“I have to meet with one of my former associates. It’s part of my plan to lure Massimo here and k—”
“Can I get some of that sweet tea?” Ali interrupts and gives me a stern look.
“She can hear my business.” I hold up a hand to stop his argument. “I love her, Ali. She’s as much a part of me as this arm, or my heart. All right?”
He looks from her to me, back and forth until Alice pops him on the back of the head. “Close your mouth, a fly will get in. And here’s your tea.”
“This is the way it will be from here on out. You good with that?” I ask. Usually, I don’t ask, I just tell. But I want Ali to be on board with this. Not just for Love’s sake, but for his own. I need him to know that she’s off limits to any other man, including him.