Mia

I watched in a daze as Christian shoved his pants to the floor. He didn’t give me enough time to take in much beyond the ripple of abs that had been hidden under his suit and the hardened length of his cock with a glistening drop of precome dripping from the tip. As soon as he got rid of the rest of his clothes, he moved to the edge of the bed and crawled towards me. My eyes drifted shut and I shuddered when I felt the graze of his lips against my calves. He kissed his way up my legs, and by the time his tongue swept out to slowly lick up my pussy and circle my clit I was already close to another orgasm.

“I could eat you for days, love,” he rasped against my sensitive skin before lightly nipping at me with his teeth.

My eyes jerked open, and I found his dark ones locked on my face. They were filled with a scorching heat that burned through me. His nose flared as he breathed deep, and it reminded me of an animal scenting its prey. The sexy professor who’d seemed almost mild-mannered earlier today had disappeared and in his place was a dominant man who knew what he wanted and was going to take it, come hell or high water. This Christian was every bit a DeLuca, and what he wanted was me.

“As amazing as that sounds, I feel empty without you inside me. So get up here and give me what I want.”

I didn’t even get all the words out before he was directly over me, with his hand wrapped around my thigh to yank me up against him. “I’d hate to make my lady wait, but I have to get a taste of these perfect beauties before I lose my mind.”

I gasped when his head dropped low and his mouth sucked in one hard, pink bud. If he hadn’t been holding me tight, I would have shot off the bed because each tug of my nipple had the nerves in my pussy pulsing. I tried squeezing my thighs together, and it only made the need worse. Then I arched my hips up, searching for pressure where I needed it most. I rubbed against his hardened length but couldn’t get the right angle. My hands went to his hair, pulling at his scalp. “Please,” I whimpered.

He finally seemed to get the message because his hand left my thigh and drifted upwards to cup my pussy. He slipped his fingers between my drenched folds and dipped a digit inside, but it wasn’t enough. Unclenching my fingers from his scalp, I slid a hand between us and wrapped it around his cock. Distracted by his moan of pleasure and how good his heat felt against my palm, I stroked him up and down several times before I remembered why I’d grabbed him in the first place.

“Give me your cock, Christian. Fill me up and make us both come together.”

He let go of my nipple with a pop and sank two fingers deep inside me. “Be patient, love. I’ll feel you fall apart around me soon enough.”

“Fuck patience.” I tightened my hold and gave him a few tight pumps. “Give it to me now.”

His control snapped and he tugged my hand out of the way to guide his cock to my entrance. He rubbed it up and down to coat it with my wetness and then he slid the tip inside me before pulling it out again.

I wrapped my knees around his hips and held on tight. “Please don’t tease me. None of that ‘just the tip’ shit.”

He chuckled and the head of his cock slipped back inside me, but he held my hips so I couldn’t drive him deeper. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I hissed.

He slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt and filling me entirely. I cried out at the sensation, intense pleasure mixed with pain. My muscles contracted around him as he held me there, letting me feel him throb while I grew accustomed to his thickness.

“Fuck, Mia. You feel bloody fantastic. Tight. Hot. And so damn wet,” he groaned, looking down at me with brutal possession stamped across his face.

“Christian,” I gasped at how right he was.

“That’s right, love. Feel me inside you? You asked for it, you got it, and now this sweet pussy is mine.” He slid out, and I mewled in need until he pushed back in oh-so slowly. Inch by inch, every muscle in his body shaking with tension. “It’s me for you. No one else but me. Say it, love. I want to hear the words.”

It was absolutely crazy. Completely insane. But I found myself saying it anyway. “No one else but you.”

“You’re mine.” He punctuated the claim with a driving plunge that had me flinging my head back. I squeezed my pussy, trying to suck him in further and earning myself a fierce groan. “I thought you couldn’t feel any more perfect wrapped around me, but whatever you just did...fuck.”

I tightened my walls around him, and he shuddered. “Do it again,” he ordered.

“Only if you’ll give it to me harder,” I gasped out.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“The only thing I feel right now is pleasure. So please, fuck me harder!”

He lost all control, repeatedly pounding into me so hard that I couldn’t keep my place on the bed. I slid back further with every thrust until I was bracing myself against the headboard as it slammed against the wall.

“God, Christian.”

“That’s right. Say my name. Tell me who’s fucking that tight pussy. Who owns it.”

“Christian,” I cried out, right on the edge. With one more hard thrust, I flew apart. Yelling his name at the top of my lungs, my inner muscles contracting around him until he lost control and came with me.

After I’d milked him dry, he crawled off me and flopped down on the mattress. I shifted to the edge of the bed, intending to get a towel to clean myself up with—because holy hell, we hadn’t used a condom and his come was dripping out of me and down my legs—but his hand snaked out to grab my arm and he pulled me into his side.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I tilted my head back and narrowed my eyes at him. “To clean up before hotel security comes knocking on the door after all the racket we made.”

“Nobody’s going to bother us.”

Considering how a suite had miraculously been available once the hotel staff had realized who he was, he was probably right. “Only because you’re a DeLuca.”

“I’m not. Not really. Not like everyone else,” he sighed. “But they don’t know that, and for the first time in my life I couldn’t care less what they assumed since it allowed me to be here...like this, with you.”

The possible consequences from not using a condom needed to be discussed at some point, but it would have to wait until we hashed out the DeLuca family business thing. I took a deep breath and dove right into it. “Aren’t we an odd pair? You’re a DeLuca in name only, and I’m a Ricci by name but a DeLuca by choice.”

“Not for long,” he growled, his entire body tensing as he lifted onto an elbow to glare at me. “You’ll be a DeLuca in name soon enough, but without the ties to the family business.”

“Slow your roll there, sexy Professor.” I held up a hand when it looked like he was going to say something. “I might have lost my head enough to have unprotected sex with you the same day we met, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”

“Like hell it doesn’t. You said it already; you’re mine.”

“Actually, what I said was nobody else but you. Not that I’m yours,” I drawled. “And I didn’t say a word about getting married.”

He pushed on my shoulders until I was pinned to the mattress underneath him. “You want me to demonstrate how much you’re mine again? I’m happy to do so, love. Because we’re not getting out of this bed until you admit it.”

“You’re insane,” I breathed.

He was clenching his teeth so hard that a muscle in his jaw jumped. “When it comes to you, you’re bloody right I am.”

He sounded damn sexy when the hint of Brit came out in his voice, but I couldn’t let that stop me from making my point. It was too important. “I want to tell you that I’m yours, Christian. I really do,” I admitted softly. “But I can’t be yours if the price I have to pay is walking away from something that makes me who I am. I might have started out helping the family with a small forgery project because they were in a jam. I was happy to help the people who I’ve come to love as much as my sister, but I continued because I’m the very best at what I do and they need me. So, if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you can live with that, without letting it poison our relationship, then and only then will I consider being yours.”