on top of me—I want to cry. I never want him to walk away from me again, but I also know when I wake up the next day, I'll be wishing I hadn't given in to my emotions. But how can I condemn what we are doing when it sends every nerve ending in my body into overdrive?
I can't resist Adrian. What we have is too special, too electric.
Besides... As much as I say I don't want him, we both know it's a lie. I've craved his touch these days he's been gone. Now that I have it, I'm just trying to soak it up before he takes it away from me again.
"Adrian..." I breathe against his lips. "Please fuck me."
"No," he growls into the shell of my ear. "I can't."
"Please, Adrian..." I let out a whimper, grabbing onto his dark hair. "I want it to be with you."
17
Adrian
"What do you mean?" I groan, my hands traveling over her bare skin.
"My first time," she whispers. "Please, Adrian, I want you to be my first."
"Fuck, don't say shit like that, bambina."
"Why not?"
"Because it makes it impossible to resist you," I growl.
"Then don't..." She cups my face with her little hands, kissing me deeply and passionately like she loves me. Like I'm not the man who ruined her life but her savior instead.
Guilt threatens to consume me as I think of the blood that's been spilled to keep her in my arms. I killed her parents, for fuck's sake. She should hate me. The fact that she doesn't means I have to change her mind.
"Please, Adrian, keep kissing me."
There's no way I can resist her. My cock throbs between us, alerting me of every spot where our skin is touching. I want to fucking consume Marzia and the desire to make her submit to me is making me fucking crazy. Especially, coupled with those sensual little moans of hers that are driving me insane. I can't resist her, so I might as well stop fucking trying.
My kiss swallows the distance between us. Marzia Da Costa is mine now—I've taken all of her, mind, body and soul. With my punishing touch, I continue to steal and take more and more from her, demanding her body submit to mine. I'll never have enough of her….never get my fill of her sweet body. And as she bends to my will, I know I'm a fucking goner already.
There's no way I can marry Nicoletta.
There's no way I can allow Marzia to die.
I'll do everything in my power to make her my wife and save her life. Even if it means...
With a growl, I force myself to stop thinking about the only other option I have. Family is everything, and my father is important to me. Would I really be willing to risk our relationship for her?
"Kiss me harder," Marzia begs beneath me.
I flatten my lips against her, tasting her sweet, innocent mouth. She's giving herself to me so freely, not giving a damn about anything. Only weeks ago she was so very naive and innocent. But it seems as if the moment I put my hands on her, her defenses and walls break down in an instant, and she wants me just as much as I want her.
"You taste incredible, bambina," I mutter against her lips. "You're so fucking special."
My hand travels down her cheek, over her neck. I gently squeeze her throat only to remind her who's in charge.
Marzia pushes her hips out to me, as if desperate for more of my cruel touch.
I let my hands wander over her tits, feeling her nipples hardening underneath my fingertips. She's ready for this, as ready as I am.
I let my hand roam lower, over the smooth expanse of her navel and between her legs where her pussy is waiting for me, wet and eager. I push a finger inside her to make sure she's wet. She is. She's fucking dripping. I groan as I pull my finger out and lick it. Her juices taste so fucking sweet. Untouched. Mine.
Deepening our kiss, I pull her on top of me and she straddles me readily, as if she's been waiting her whole life for me to do this. I claim her inch by inch, making her body submit to mine as I kiss a line down her throat.
She suddenly grabs me, placing my hands on either side of my head.
Her pussy is positioned right over my cock and I'm losing my fucking mind like this. I could easily