Sold To Mr. Milano - Daniella Wright Page 0,45

my hardened nipples and ran his hands up and down my back.

I stayed focused on him for as long as I could until everything slipped away into darkness for a few blissful moments. I screamed out into the night, letting the intense sensation wash over me completely. It felt like I was hit with a tidal wave that knocked me over and took away my breath.

I collapsed into Alberto’s arms as he rolled over, not letting me have even a moment to recover. He thrust into me with a relentless, rough passion, not giving up until he could feel me being pushed right back to the cusp of another orgasm. He laid back and let me use him to get off the first time, but he wasn’t going to give up the reins for my second time. He plowed into me, letting me know he was claiming that one all for himself. He wanted to be the one in control, drawing it out of me.

He rocked back onto his knees, lifting my hips into the air as he pounded deeper into me. My curves and breasts rippled and bounced with every sublime collision of his body to mine, each one pushing me closer and closer. It was building up inside of him too, but we both seemed to be clinging to those final moments, not wanting it to be over.

We held on until it was impossible to do it any longer and finally we let the formidable force take us under. I held tightly onto his body as we both trembled. He collapsed over me with a loose vulnerability he had never shown before. For a few brief seconds, we didn’t bother fighting it or acting strong. We melted into each other without fear or hesitation.

For those same few moments, everything inside of me felt just as clear and as the intense pleasure I had just felt. There was no denying it. Of course, I would miss Alberto. I didn’t know why when half the time I hated him just as much as I had all those years ago, when I was just eighteen and saw him for the first time. But all along there was another driving force behind that hatred...a curiosity, a need to know more...a longing. A million unanswered questions that still weren’t answered, but only seemed to quiet down when I was pressed close against his body like that.

His arms closed in over me, and his hands ran through my long hair. He squeezed tightly, and I could almost swear that he didn’t want to let me go.

15

Alberto

It seemed fitting that it was raining the next day as we packed everything back up on our horses. Each time thunder and lightning boomed over the distant mountains, I could feel pangs of anger shooting through me. I didn’t know if I was angry about having to make the last leg of the trip in the rain, or that I knew I would be traveling back in this weather...without Alicia.

While she was cozied up with her father by the fire, telling him all about her adventure - or at least the parts of it he could bear to hear, I would be soaking wet riding home in silence. I was never good at managing my anger. I was good at keeping it bottled up, but not at knowing where to direct it. And on that morning, I was inclined to be angry at Alicia.

It was her stunt in the market that dragged me into this mess in the first place, and it seemed the only thing I had done since then was deal with one thing after another with her. I shuddered to think how much time I had wasted...how much money I had lost by being pulled away from my work. And the fact that it all seemed worth it only baffled and enraged me more.

She took her time getting her horse ready and even more time to finally mount the damn thing. And she had kept me up far too late the night before. By the time we finally made it into the tent, exhausted after draining each other’s bodies under the stars, she was ready for more. I didn’t have it in me to deny her. One look and that certain sway of her hips that she was so good at, and I was putty in her hands. I hated that she had that kind of power over me.

“We don’t have all day, woman,” I