He pulls away and takes my face in his hands. “Bambina, I thought we were all going to die. Us, and you. I have not endured such a night in nine years.”
Cassius’ mouth descends on mine. His hot tongue parts my lips and I’m pressed back against the wall, his hard body searing my own as he presses into me.
“Where are the others?” I ask between feverish kisses.
“Lorenzo and Salvatore have gone out to look for De Luca. Vinicius is searching the crashed van.” He slides his hands down my ass and squeezes me, all of his fingers digging into my flesh. “I need you, bambina. Now.”
I need him, too. I look up and down the hall. My room is right next door, but I don’t like the idea of Nicole overhearing me taking a pounding from one of the Coldlake Syndicate. Lorenzo’s is further down the hall but it would be inconsiderate leaving his sheets smelling like sex while he’s out there working. Lorenzo’s wound up enough as it is.
I take Cassius’ hand and head downstairs to the living room. With the lights off, the sofa looks private and inviting.
Between hungry kisses, Cassius strips my clothes from my body and then lays down on the sofa on his back.
“Come on. Come and sit on my face. I want to eat you up.”
He coaxes me up his body until I’m straddling his face. “Are you sure? Can you breathe?”
The first swipe of his tongue shuts me up. Oh, God.
Cassius holds me by the hips with his big hands, moving his mouth and tongue slowly against me. Savoring me. His chest with its sprinkling of dark hair is hot against the backs of my thighs. I close my eyes and enjoy it. He can worry about whether he can breathe.
While he licks me, Cassius unfastens his pants and his cock stands up proudly. I reach behind me to stroke him up and down, caressing the ridges and veins of his length. I wriggle back down his body and get rid of the rest of his clothes. His burning hot skin feels intense against my inner thighs. The sight of the swollen head of his cock makes my mouth water, and I wrap my hand around the base and sink down his length with a sigh.
He holds up his hands and I thread my fingers through his. We hold each other, palm to palm, while I rock back and forth on his cock. Every movement of my hips feels like heaven as I drive him deep into me and then out again.
“Don’t ever leave without telling me,” I whimper, working out all my frustration on his length. “Don’t do anything like that again.”
“You’re magnificent,” Cassius murmurs, gazing at my breasts, my hips, my sex.
“Promise me,” I gasp.
“We promise, bambina. We won’t do that again. I’m right here with you.”
I give myself exactly what I want. The pace I need. The depth of the thrusts. The delicious stroke and slide of his thick length. I lose myself in it, letting his strength support me and feeling embraced by his hungry gaze. When I come, I want to cry out long and loud but I remember just in time to bite my lip and moan his name in a whisper.
“Isn’t that perfect,” Cassius murmurs, and then suddenly grasps my hips and thrusts up into me.
My eyes fly open and my hands land on his chest. His brows draw together and he’s laser-focused on pounding me from below. Urgent, delicious thrusts that have me wanting to shout even louder than before.
He pulls me up and off him, his muscular chest heaving as he finishes in his hand. When he opens his brown eyes, he blinks slowly and his whole body relaxes.
“What a fucking night it’s been. That’s so much better.”
Cassius is not wrong there.
He tucks one hand behind his head and gazes up at me, a finger playing around my nipple. “Those Strife assholes better not have touched you.”
I shake my head, resolving not to tell Cassius about the rope bondage when he’s finally relaxed. He looks so handsome, lying beneath me with a smile playing around his lips. My bear of a man who shows a ferocious face to the world but loves to hold and cuddle me in secret.
I stroke my fingers down the black hairs on his chest. “Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
“I love you, Cassius.”
His eyes widen—and then he smiles. “What made you say that now?”
“Because it’s true, and I wanted to.”
He goes on smiling, stroking his fingers through my hair and saying nothing.
I sit up. “Why aren’t you saying it back? Do you not love me?”
Cassius cradles me against his chest. “So impatient. I was enjoying the moment. The first time my beautiful girl says I love you. Ti amo, bambina. Of course I love you.”
“I haven’t said this to the others—”
A triumphant smile flashes over his face. “I’m the first?”
I press a finger to his lips. “So you can’t say anything. And no crowing about being first. It doesn’t mean I love them any less than I love you.”
“I know.” But I’m still first is written all over his face.
“You don’t doubt that I love the others as well?”
He cups my cheek, his expression gentle. “Of course you love them. There was never any doubt in my heart that when you fell for one of us, you would fall for all of us. I see the way you look at the others. How you touch them and care about them. It’s fucking beautiful.”
There’s not one trace of jealousy or envy in his face. What big hearts these men have, for each other and for me. “You like the way I look at them and touch them?”
He kisses me. “I do. It’s so sexy, bambina.”
“Cassius loves to watch.”
“Cassius does,” he agrees with a heated smile.
His pants start to ring, and he reaches down and pulls out his phone. There’s a video call coming through from Lorenzo, and he answers it. “Scava.”
“Hey, I—” Lorenzo begins and then notices me cuddled on Cassius’ chest. A smile flashes over his face. “Hey, princess. Did you get railed?”
“She did,” Cassius replies, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Fuck you getting sex while I’m out here working,” Lorenzo says, but I can tell he’s not really angry.
“I have to make sure my bambina is happy,” Cassius purrs.
“More like make your dick happy. How was the sex?”
“Wonderful, thank you. Did you find De Luca?”
Lorenzo sighs and pushes his hand through his hair. “Not at his house. Not anywhere. His wife couldn’t tell me much, though I think they’re getting a divorce. It doesn’t sound like she wanted to go along with her daughter’s fake-death plan. Mostly she screamed at me to give Nicole back.”
Poor Mrs. De Luca. She’s put up with so much from her husband over the years and this must be the final straw. “Did you tell her that Nicole’s safe here for now?”
“I tried, princess. She wasn’t in the mood to listen and said she would call the cops if I didn’t—” Suddenly he breaks off and growls, “Cassius, is that my sofa? Is your bare fucking ass on my sofa?”
Cassius grins. “And my balls. My balls are all over your sofa, Scava.”
“I’m going to throw up.”
“Chiara’s beautiful ass is all over your sofa, too.”
“Chiara’s beautiful ass should be all over my face. Home in ten.” He hangs up.