Page 81 of The Don's Secret Heir

I grit my teeth as I slowly push into her, wanting to ram my way home. But I hold myself back. I like to watch her come apart on my cock.

“Li,” I groan, fucking her in slow, deep strokes.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”

She slides her head to one side, her eyes squeezing shut. I stop my strokes after thrusting into her deeply.

I frown, taking her chin roughly in my hand and forcing her to look at me.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Her breath hitches and her pussy clenches around my cock. I hiss in a breath.

“Give it to me, Dario,” she whimpers. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Damn right you will,” I murmur, and pull almost all the way out of her before sliding back in, setting a steady, brutal pace.

She goes limp under me after a few more strokes, her mouth parted as her hips keep rocking forward toward my thrusts. She’s clenching around me like a vise and I’m not going to last much longer.

Her breasts bounce one more good time and I cry out, my hips stuttering as I come inside her.

She stays limp and I pull out of her, slightly worried.

“Li?”

She looks at me but her gray eyes are unfocused and she has a dopey grin on her face.

Fuck me. Did I just fuck my ex—the one who hates me and tried once to kill me, mind you—into subspace?

“Are you okay?” I drop down beside her, drawing her into my arms. She used to always want to cuddle when she got like this.

She instantly presses her ear to my chest as if listening to my heartbeat, and I wonder if she can feel my pulse stutter, because it feels like it’s skipped a beat or three.

She hums against my t-shirt as I adjust myself back into my pants. She curls into me, sleepy, doe-eyed, beautiful.

God, it hurts just to look at her.

“Go back to sleep,” I command, knowing she won’t unless I order it. She’s so pliant when she’s like this, all blissed out.

She pouts slightly, her lips parting and I can’t stop myself from kissing her. She makes a happy sound in the back of her throat.

Goddamn it.

Goddamnit. I knew I’d fallen for her again, but I didn’t know it would still hurt this badly.

I can’t help thinking about her ex, and I tighten my arms around her as she drifts off. Did she do this with him? Did she cuddle up next to him after he?—

Nope. That’s something I’m not going to think about. Rage threatens to black out my vision but I don’t let it.

I should enjoy this while I can. Because tomorrow, she’s probably going to hate me again.

21

LIANA

I wake up with a start. Dario has me wrapped up in his arms. He’s snoring lightly, face half-pressed into the pillow. His long eyelashes fan over his high cheekbones.

His full lips are slack, mouth slightly parted.