Page 61 of Entangled

“I should hope not.”

“Then consider the penthouse now, and what it would mean to be somewhere that’s safer, better watched, closer to certain places you frequent. It would also be easier for me to come, on that side of things.”

“And go,” she added quietly. “It would make it easier for you to come and go, Gian.”

“I can’t help that, Cara.”

“I know,” she murmured.

“Consider it, for him.”

“And for you.”

Gian smirked, pressing a kiss to her soft hair. “And for me, yes.”

“Gian?”

“What, amore?”

“Shut up and fuck me now.”

“Cara, you should sleep while you can. You need to slee—”

She was the one to shut him up, instead, by leaning up to catch his moving lips with a hard kiss, and in the next breath, she had climbed on top of him under the sheets. In no time at all, she had discarded his boxer-briefs, and the short nightie she had on did little to hide the fact she was naked underneath.

Cara shivered under his wandering hands, and she let him pull that damn nightie off her body entirely, baring all of her to him. The heavy swells of her breasts fit perfectly into his palms, and she sighed happily when he tweaked her nipples under his forefinger and thumb. Her back arched under his touch, moving her closer to him when he shifted in the bed to sit up. He traced the gentle curve of her stomach with his fingertips, watching pretty goosebumps bloom over her skin.

Her hands were between their bodies before Gian could even demand it, circling his length and fitting his cock at her cunt. He held Cara’s face in his palms as she lowered down on his length, hard and fast. Heat shot through his cock, and straight up his spine, when she was seated on him fully. There was no waiting for her, no slowing or careful movements.

She rode him crazy, so wild. Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his arms as he dragged her closer for a kiss, keeping her there while their tongues warred until he was forced to pull away for a burning breath.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” Cara mumbled again and again.

A record on repeat.

All her pretty cries.

The way she looked riding him.

How her body shook and shivered.

It was all such a familiar tune.

Gian loved it.

She was so wet, her cunt squeezing the fucking life out of his body through his dick. He angled his lower half into her lowering body, making it so that her greedy little clit was rubbing against him every time she came down on him fast and hard again.

Gian wanted to give Cara what he knew she liked the most—his fingers tight around her throat, his body pounding into hers until she was a mess of tears and sweat into the bedsheets. But he held back, and only because he thought that might not be okay, given her state. Instead, he settled on letting his hand rest against the thrumming beat of her pulse on her neck, and his teeth leaving marks on her lips and tits. He let her set the pace, and how rough she wanted to fuck him, not the other way around.

His words spilling out were damn near constant, though, and unstoppable. Whispered harsh and fast in her ear, because he was worried he was going to lose all train of thought before he could get them out in their entirety.

“You’re so beautiful, mon ange. My good girl, fucking me like you are. Take what you want, Cara, take my cock.”

Cara’s first orgasm came on like a tsunami of sensation that even Gian could feel, from the way her body tensed and then shook, to the loud, broken cry she released. Her eyes flew wide, the blue of her irises a darkened wave of color, while her pupils had blown wide in her bliss.

So fucking beautiful.

And apparently, it wasn’t nearly enough. The second she had calmed, her demands came sure and quick in his ear.