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  Her hands explored my chest as she kissed me back, feeling the rock-hard slabs of muscle and the firm biceps of my arms. Her fingers moved down until they wrapped around my length. She squeezed it hard then ran her thumb across the tip of the crown, collecting the drop that beaded at the surface. “I’ve never let a man come inside me before.” She looked up at me with smeared lipstick across her mouth and desire deep in her eyes. My dick was still in her hands as she smothered him with her experienced touch.

  My cock immediately twitched when her words registered in my brain. Now I wanted her even more, to give her so much come that she wouldn’t be able to hold it all. It would make a mess across the sheets, and if she got up in the middle of the night, it would drip down the inside of her thighs. Once it was all gone, I would just give her more.

  I scooped my hands under her ass and carried her down the hallway. She was light as a feather and soft as a rose petal. My eyes stayed locked with hers as I carried her into a bedroom. I knew exactly how I wanted to fuck her, how I wanted to take my time and enjoy that smooth cunt. I laid her on the bed with her head against the pillow then moved between her legs. My knees separated her thighs and kept her wide open so my enormous dick could pierce those pussy lips. I hooked my arms behind her knees, and I held my face close to hers, my dick twitching in expectation.

  She breathed hard even though she hadn’t felt me yet. Her nails dug into my biceps, and she moaned in my face, as if the anticipation was just as good as the real thing. “Don’t make me wait…”

  I pressed my crown between her pussy lips and pushed inside, feeling the squeeze of her cunt as I slowly sank into her warm flesh. She was wet and smooth, even wetter than the last time I had her. Bare pussy was the greatest sensation in the world. Nothing had ever made me feel more like a man. All the money and power in the world couldn’t compare to this feeling. I released a moan that sounded like a growl and kept sinking, enjoying every inch even more than the last. “Fuck.” I slid in deep until there was nowhere else to go. My balls rested against her asshole, and I felt my entire body shiver with ecstasy. It was so wet, so tight, so fucking good.

  I couldn’t use a condom ever again.

  I locked eyes with her, seeing this beautiful woman spread wide apart so she could take my big dick. I wanted to fuck her like this all night, give her mounds of my come until she was too sore to take me.

  Her fingers moved into my hair. “I’m already gonna come…” Her pussy throbbed around me confirming her confession was true. A woman had never wanted me so much, so deeply. They wanted to be fucked good and hard, but Siena had a different look in her eyes. Maybe it was because it was just the two of us and she didn’t have to share me with anyone else.

  I started to thrust inside her, shoving my dick deep until I pulled my crown to the entrance of her lips. Her wetness smeared my entire shaft and even collected at my balls. There was cream as well because her pussy was producing everything to accommodate my big dick.

  I didn’t even fuck her hard or fast. I just moved slowly, took my time, and enjoyed it. I enjoyed this woman’s cunt like it was the most priceless thing on the planet. I would have paid a billion dollars to fuck it, to coat my dick in her sexy cream.

  She made good on her word and came. “Yes…” Her pussy clenched me like an iron fist, and she looked into my eyes, showing a raging fire. Her soft fingers unleashed their nails, and she clawed at me like a tiger. “God…yes.” Her cunt gripped me a little harder then released, her climax passing.

  As a man with something to prove, I wanted to keep going. I wanted to send her into another climax that would bring tears to her eyes. But all I could think about was coming inside that pussy, pumping all my seed inside this woman.

  She grabbed my ass and yanked me inside her, her legs wide open. “Come inside me, Cato.” Her nails sliced into my skin. “I want to feel your come as you keep fucking me.” She breathed in my face with her sexy moans, her legs spread and her pussy so slick.

  “Fuck.” I pounded into her and smacked the headboard against the wall. The rhythmic sound echoed like a steel drum. I pushed hard and felt the explosion start deep within me, a visceral pleasure that set every nerve on fire. It sank down into my balls, a fiery goodness that made all the muscles of my back tighten around my spine. Then the seed exploded out of my dick, giving me the kind of ecstasy that could make my knees buckle underneath me. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I impaled her with my dick and released all the way inside her, my ass tightening as the convulsions rocked my body. It was my first time combining my come with a woman’s, and now I couldn’t imagine any other way.

  The climax seemed to last forever. It wasn’t a quick jolt of pleasure like it usually was. As if the sensation was on repeat, it just kept going and going. My dick twitched as it finished inside her, and instead of softening, I was still rock-hard. That fuck was so good, but I wasn’t close to being done. I started to thrust again, my come mixing with her cream as it coated my dick.

  She gripped my ass and rocked back with me. “Cato…that feels so good.”

  My cock slid through the hot wetness between us. So much slickness, so much come existed between the two of us. My cock was buried in the nicest pussy it’d ever met, and the last thing it wanted was another pussy to fuck. Why would I want two women when this single cunt was more than I could handle? “Let’s see how much come this cunt can take.”

  14

  Siena

  Cato fucked me.

  And fucked me.

  Never stopped fucking me.

  A man had never screwed me like that in my entire life. Had never made me feel so wanted, so sexy. Had never made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. His hands were always on me, and his dick never seemed to soften. When a normal man would have started to get bored, Cato just seemed invigorated.

  I went to sleep with so much come between my legs that it stained the sheets everywhere.

  My body slowly woke up, and I was aware of the sunlight hitting my eyelids. I was on my back with a heavy arm across my waist. Warm breaths fell on my neck as the giant snoozed beside me. I opened my eyes and looked at his meticulously sculpted arm as it rose and fell across my tummy. His powerful frame was next to me, all muscle, skin, and the smell of sex. He hugged me like a bear protective of his cub.

  I stared at his profile, seeing the hair start to come in along his jaw. It was a faint shadow, a shadow that hadn’t been there last night. His hair was in disarray from the way I’d fingered it so much. His cologne had burned off in the middle of the night, replaced by the smell of the sheets and my sweaty body.

  I replayed last night in my head, thinking about the intimate dinner we shared and the sex that commenced afterward. My purpose was to lure him into confidence so I could betray him, but I found myself pitying my own target. I began to humanize him, regardless of his crimes. He was the best lover I’d ever had, and he knew exactly how to treat a woman. Even our conversations were pleasant because he was very particular about his choice of words. He might be arrogant, but he didn’t spend all evening talking about his accomplishments. He had a fathomless depth to him, like the middle of the ocean that extended for miles underwater. There was a distinct sadness to his soul, an emptiness he didn’t have to admit. I understood his hollowness all too well. I saw the greed and corruption destroy my family. Cato didn’t have a single person he could trust because even his close allies would stab him in the back if they had the chance.

  Of course, I pitied him.

  That also made me doubt myself. I was doing this to save my father, but Cato didn’t seem like the demon Landon described. He possessed streaks of evil, but he also had hints of humanity. He shot someone without hesitation, but he also took care of his mother and spoke highly of her. How could I vilify him when my father was guilty of the exact same crimes? My father had murdered people who got in his way. He prioritized money over my mother. He sacrificed everything for a fortune he didn’t even need.

  And I
was the one risking my neck to save him.

  If I thought about it too deeply, nothing made sense.

  Cato took a deep breath when he woke up. It was a masculine sigh, a low moan that came from the back of his throat. His hand squeezed my hip, and before he even opened his eyes, he moved on top of me and positioned his hips between my thighs.

  “Uh, good morning?”

  He opened his lids and revealed his sleepy eyes, a look that was even sexier than when he was wide awake. He tilted his hips and pressed the head of his crown right between my pussy lips. “Morning.” He shoved himself hard inside me, sliding through the come that still remained from last night.

  My nails dug into his arms, and I moaned when I felt his violent intrusion. I’d never fucked a dick like his before. He wasn’t just long, but thick, and those perfect dimensions hit my desire in the right spots. It was the kind of cock made for fucking, perfect in its shape and hardness. “God…” My toes curled, and I moaned against his lips.

  He buried his face in my neck and fucked me in the laziest way possible, his warm, heavy body pressing me into the sheets. His hips bucked, and he ground his body right against my clit. He didn’t even need to do anything to get me off because he was simply so well-endowed.

  Getting fucked by a sexy man first thing in the morning was one of life’s gifts. It was a treat I’d never truly enjoyed until now. There had been some good lovers in my life, but none like Cato. And skipping the condom made the sensations even more heightened, made every thrust ten times more pleasurable. This was a man so beautiful it was painful, and I actually felt like the luckiest woman in the world to be underneath him at that moment.

  I never had to wonder if he would make me come. I never had to wonder if I should touch myself to get to the finish line. Anytime he was inside me, I knew he was man enough to finish me off before he released.

  That made me worship him.

  My ankles dug into his ass as I came, my nails clawing at his back as I rode the high he created in between my legs. “Thank you…” The words slipped out of my mouth on their own, a plea to this god in the sack. I didn’t realize how much I needed to be pleased until Cato came to my rescue. He fucked me the way I needed to be fucked, fucked the way every man should.

  He grunted as he finished, dumping another mound of come deep inside me. He filled me so much last night there was no room left, but that didn’t stop him from trying to give me more. He moaned again as he finished, his come seeping out of my pussy and dripping between my cheeks. “Fuck. This. Pussy.” He pulled his big dick out of me then left me there. He walked into the bathroom and got in the shower.

  I didn’t care about the cold way he used me then carried on with his day.

  I loved it, actually.

  I fell asleep again then woke up when I heard his voice in the next room.

  “I’m in Milan.”

  I sat up then ran my fingers through my hair. I squinted to make out the time on the nightstand. It was almost one in the afternoon.

  Jesus, I hadn’t slept in that late in… I couldn’t remember the last time.

  “Siena and I looked at a painting. I decided to buy it.” A coffee mug tapped against the counter, like he was sipping it then setting it down again. “I’ll be back later today.” After a long pause, he turned cold. “I know, Bates. You’ve made your opinion perfectly clear.”

  I opened one of his drawers and found a pile of fresh t-shirts. I grabbed the gray one on top and pulled it over my body. It was baggy around the arms and extended past my knees. It fit like a blanket more than a piece of clothing. I walked into the other room and found Cato sitting at the dining table, looking out the window. A mug of coffee sat in front of him, the steam drifting toward the ceiling, his phone beside it. He was in a new t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair styled after his shower. He didn’t turn around to look at me. “Coffee?”

  “Please.”

  He walked into the kitchen and poured me a cup.

  I took a seat in the chair across from his. The sunlight came through the large window and filled the chair with summer heat. It would be a warm and humid day, but summer in Italy was always beautiful. Some people couldn’t stand it. But I loved it. It was the winter months I despised. The heating system in my house wasn’t great, and the fireplace wasn’t powerful enough to chase away the cold.

  He placed the mug in front of me then sat across from me. His light beard was gone, and his tanned complexion practically glowed in the afternoon sun. He hunched forward and cupped the mug with both hands as he stared at me.

  I took a drink as I kept my eyes focused on him. A more beautiful man I’d never seen. He wasn’t just pretty to the eyes, but rugged and masculine like a cowboy. His criminal roots showed in his cold exterior, but no matter how many crimes he committed or lives he took, nothing could stomp out the light in his eyes. There was still a soul in there, a loneliness that was so deep it was impossible to miss. “Who were you talking to?”

  He drank his coffee, his expression betraying annoyance at my question.

  “Not asking to be nosy. Just trying to make conversation.”

  “Then ask how I’m doing.”

  I let the hostile rebuff slide. “I already know how you’re doing. When are we returning to Florence?”

  “Whenever you’re ready.”

  “I just need an hour to shower and get ready.”

  “Then that’s when we’ll leave.”

  I cupped the mug with both hands to feel the warmth against my fingertips. A part of me wanted to go back to bed and spend the rest of the afternoon screwing. Cato had invigorated me with a new sexuality. I never knew sex could be that good, could be so simple and wonderful. I’d been more intimate with him than I had with anyone else, and while that should have made me feel guilty, it didn’t because I enjoyed it so much.

  He didn’t take his blue eyes off me once. “I was talking to Bates.”

  “I thought it was none of my business.”

  “It’s not. Now I’m telling you because I want to tell you.”

  “Or because you knew you were being a dick.”

  Instead of flashing me a hateful look, a hint of playfulness entered his gaze. “You got me.”

  “Every time I see you interact with your brother, it seems tense.”

  “We’re focused men.”

  And Cato was the most intense man on the planet. “Are you two close?”

  “He’s the only person in the world I trust implicitly.”

  “What about your mother?”

  “She doesn’t count. Different kind of relationship.” He took a drink of his coffee. “My mother will be gone in a few years. Bates and I will be side by side for decades to come. He’s my blood and my business partner. I will never have a wife or children, so he’s the only family I’ll ever have.”

  That was the most depressing thing I’d ever heard. “Let me ask you something. Do you not want a family because you just don’t want one? Or because you think it’s not an option?”

  He drank his coffee again and didn’t answer the question.

  I didn’t press him on it. It was stupid to antagonize a bear that was already irritated. “If Bates is just like you, I don’t see how you get anything done. That’s a lot of stubborn testosterone for one room.”

  “We’re both assholes. That’s why we get along so well.”

  My brother and I weren’t that close, probably because we were so different. But right now, he was all I had in life.

  “He doesn’t like you.” Cato took another long drink of his coffee and finished the cup.

  I stilled at the comment and the abrupt way he said it. “He doesn’t know me.”

  “He doesn’t trust you. Doesn’t want me spending any more time with you than necessary.”

  I kept the same calm façade, but my heart was beating a million miles a minute. Thankfully, he couldn’t feel my heartbeat. Otherwise, my pulse would be a dead giveaway. I defused the statement. “Neither of you
trusts anyone, so that doesn’t say much.” I drank my coffee even though the last thing I needed was caffeine. It was idiotic of me to think I could manipulate someone like Cato. I made more progress than I expected because we were monogamous for the time being, but the second I stepped out of line, the Marino Brothers would be on me in a heartbeat.

  “We don’t trust anyone for a reason. It keeps us alive.”

  “I really seem dangerous to you?” I asked, forcing a chuckle I didn’t feel.

  “Just your pussy.” He rose to his feet and grabbed both mugs to carry them into the kitchen.

  Once he wasn’t staring at me, I let out the breath that was packed deep in my lungs. My fingertips felt numb from the adrenaline. I was dancing on a fine line, risking my neck every single day I spent with Cato. If I didn’t finish my task soon, he might dig a little deeper and realize exactly who I was. Or maybe the reason Bates didn’t trust me was because he already knew exactly who I was.

  Landon was waiting for me in the back of the bar.

  Lights were low, and few people were drinking this late on a Tuesday. Landon was in all black, holding his glass of scotch like it was a crutch he needed to walk. He hardly lifted his gaze when I took the seat across from him.

  He’d already ordered a glass of wine for me.

  “What happened?” he asked, instantly inquiring about my relationship with Cato.

  “Hi. Nice to see you too. What’s new?”

  He lifted his gaze and gave me a vicious glare. “I’m crashing with one of the women I used to sleep with. I pay for rent and food with sex and monogamy. All I have is the money I swiped from the vault and the accounts. That’s what’s new with me, Siena. Now, what’s happening with Cato?”