Page 113 of The Don's Secret Heir

She rolls her hips back again, fucking herself on my cock. I watch in awe as her ass jiggles against me.

I groan, taking hold of her hips tightly and setting a steady, brutal pace.

As I ram into her she moans low in her throat, her head dropping down and water dripping into her face.

I only watch for a moment before I gather her dark curls in a ponytail, yanking her head up.

“Go on, baby. These walls are soundproof. Let it out.”

She arches her back against me, crying out my name in a stuttering burst as she comes around me, clenching tight around my dick.

It sends an ache straight through my balls, and I only manage a few more thrusts before I spill inside her.

She turns to smile at me wickedly as I pull out of her.

“Knew you wouldn’t make it out of the shower.”

I gape at her. “You little minx. You tricked me.”

She giggles again and I smile, taking her in my arms and kissing all over the side of her face. She sighs and wraps her arms around my neck.

It feels like five years ago, again. And even when we’re done showering she doesn’t let go of me, letting me carry her to bed. She’s letting me close, letting me in... but it still feels wrong.

Like I’m taking advantage of her vulnerable state.

Maybe I shouldn’t have made love to her. Not now. But it’s the only time she seems to come alive.

I lay her down on the bed and her lotion sits on the nightstand. She doesn’t reach for it, so I do, getting it on my hands and spreading the lotion down her body, starting at her throat and down across her breasts, her belly.

She gasps out my name as I move my hand between her legs, but I’m not interested in pleasuring her, not now. I just want to take care of her.

I slide my hands down her inner thighs, her calves, her ankles. I even squelch a small bit of lotion between her toes, making her giggle and kick.

I climb into bed with her, naked, not bothering to put on clothes. She’s naked, too, and when I draw her close she nuzzles against my neck.

She’s back, but only when she’s in my arms. Only when I’m inside her.

“Liana?”

“Yes, Dario?” She plants little kisses along my collarbone.

“You’re sure you’re all right? With... all this?”

She pouts slightly. “I wouldn’t have come on to you if I didn’t want it, Dario. I’m a big girl; I can make my own decisions.”

“Do you still hate me?”

She goes silent and I wish I’d never asked, my heart dropping.

“No,” she says finally. “I don’t think I ever did.”

I kiss her, then, gently, the first kiss since she’s been home, and she makes a sound like a sob into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck again.

She kisses me and kisses me and kisses me until my lips feel bruised, but she doesn’t take it further and neither do I.

I want her to trust me. I want her to stay.

Forever.