Mercenary (Gangsters of New York #3) - Bella Di Corte Page 0,65

harder, and when he put his finger inside of me, pumping in and out, I screamed even louder. It was the first time I had ever had the freedom to.

“You want more, Alcina?”

“Sì.” I moaned so long and so loud that he growled in his throat at the sound. “Harder.”

“Fuck,” he said, slamming into me. “You’re so wet.”

I came around his hand, not able to control the feeling, my entire body convulsing from the pleasure. At my scream, he pulled me into him, kissing me as hard as his finger had been rocking me. We tangoed on the bed, rolling around, and after he was as naked as I was, I took him in my mouth.

He hissed out a breath, fisting my hair in his hands, pushing me to take him even deeper.

“You taste so good,” I said, as I slid my tongue up and down, looking at him from underneath my lashes.

“On top,” he said, and it was an order.

I situated myself around him, close to coming again just by the look in his eyes. I was still so tender, so sensitive, and when I placed myself over him and came down, my nails dug into his sides. I could barely catch my breath.

“Move, Alcina,” he said.

He felt so good that I did not even realize I had stopped. He was so big that he filled me completely, and it took my body a moment to stretch, to accommodate him.

He directed my hips, and after I came up, about to come down, his hips came forward and slammed into me.

“Ah!” I screamed out. “Fuck!”

“That’s it, angel eyes,” he said. “Get fucking loud. Show me how much you want me.”

Our bodies started to move in sync. The noises we made were loud, ugly, and raw. He growled and I shouted. I clawed his skin, and he bruised my hips and culo with his almost violent touch. His hands came up, twisting my nipples, and I started to move faster, harder.

He took my face and turned it to the left some. My eyes connected with Adriano’s. He was looking through the mirror on the other side, fixing his hair with the one good arm he had. The other was in a sling.

Panic that he could hear us started to cool my fire, but Corrado shook his head. He impaled me so hard again that I could not stop the scream that exploded from my mouth.

Adriano kept looking in the mirror, still trying to fix his hair.

“No one sees you like this but me,” he said. “I’m the only man with the right to touch this body—e`mio. The right to be the only one to hear you—e`mio.” His hands slid up my arms and he sat up some, reaching my mouth, our tongues touching before he rammed his into my mouth. Then he licked my cheek up to the corner of my eye where a tear had started to fall.

“If you weren’t already pregnant,” he said, “I’d fuck you until you were.”

He slammed into me again and I lost my breath, starting to move like I had been before. He flipped me a second later, his body over mine, and fucked me until I could not hold back any longer. I screamed out his name, giving myself over to him. A second later, he spilled himself inside of me, his head back, his throat exposed.

I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. His lips moved against my body again, this time not as hard. He stopped at my stomach, his hands cradling my hips.

“I needed this,” he said, his breath warm against my skin. “I needed you.”

“Keep me with you forever,” I whispered.

He said three words that I was willing to bet my life he would die to see through.

“Consider it done.”

22

Corrado

Rain hit the windows of Macchiavello’s and ran down the panes in fast-moving lines. My grandfather had risked his life to have the steak, so I decided to check it out after his funeral.

The man who owned it, Mac Macchiavello, had my attention.

It could have been something as simple as my grandfather had ties to the restaurant. Maybe one of his men made a lot of money through it, and he wanted to try the famed steak.

It wasn’t that simple. I was aware of all of our dealings.

My grandfather was no recluse, but the older he got, the more he enjoyed being at home when he wasn’t at the Primo Club. Outings were rare for him. It took some pull