Veiled Amor by V. Theia

TWENTY-ONE

“Alarming want.” - Capone

 

 

It was Lucia who grabbed Capone’s hand when he helped her down from his bike.

The underground parking was lit brightly, so her arousal was easy to see as he led them to the elevator.

He had no way of knowing how far she wanted this to go.

Part of him wanted her to pump the brakes now.

He was already in way over his head and couldn’t turn back now.

Capone felt as though he’d hungered for her for decades.

“You sure?” He didn’t realize he’d asked in Spanish until she nodded with a smile. “Yes, I’m very sure. Are you?”

His mouth coming down on hers was answer enough.

Capone swallowed her gasp of shock, crowding her against the wall. He all but ate the kiss out of her. Only stopping when the ding announced the elevator. He bundled her inside and retook her mouth. She moaned, grasping the back of his head. He’d shove their clothes aside and fuck her standing upright if he weren’t so desperate to see her naked again.

While they traveled to their floor and Lucia nibbled her way around his mouth, Capone dropped a hand to her ass, holding her in a possessive grip.

And he let a thought filter in that he’d held at bay for fear it would break him.

She was it. The air, the skin, the pulse. She was the reason he now felt whole again instead of half-alive.

Lucia stayed close to his ribs, and it took some maneuvering to unlock the door and turn off the alarm system with only one hand and the other glued to her ass.

The need bubbled within Capone. Her scent of arousal drowned him when he walked her back into a wall. Her tiny gasp was music to his deviant ears.

Her eyes so low-lidded with her desire, he ached to answer to every appetite she was feeling.

“I’m going to discover everything you like, amor. If you enjoy it harder or softer, quick, or slow.”

“Don’t you remember?” Her whisper was sweet and caused a volcano of memories. Of fucking course, he remembered. He hadn’t forgotten a thing from that night. He’d fucked her like an animal with no control, and he’d always felt guilty about taking her that way but the way she pawed at his chest, pumping her hips into his crotch, told Capone he’d taken her precisely in the way she’d wanted it.

He growled and dove in for another kiss. Cutting it off when she sucked around his tongue, and her hands slid between them, making Capone see stars when she cupped between his legs. Fucking hell, it felt good.

“Amor,” he grunted against her lips, “if you want me to strip you naked, you gotta let go of my dick first.”

She whimpered into his lips, making him hungrier than he’d ever been. “No, don’t want to.” Capone chuckled and kissed her intensely until she naturally turned lax against him, and her hand freed him long enough he could pull the t-shirt over her head. The moment he did, he grabbed her hand and took it back to his aching cock; she latched on through the denim, molding the shape of him tightly, and dragged a grunt from low in his stomach.

Goddamn, she was perfect.

How could he have held back from this for so long?

It felt too big, this feeling inside him. Like it wanted to incinerate him. When he tasted her, feeling her squirming under his hands because she needed more, his brain emptied of all thoughts.

There was nothing in his head, but the sweet fucking sounds she made when their kiss turned feral.

They tasted and switched sides. She clasped his skull, and he hooked a hand around Lucia’s neck, holding her in place for his onslaught. Goddamn, he’d never tasted a woman like her.

This was crazy.

He needed to stop.

It wouldn’t help his addiction to lessen if he kept tasting her.

But he wouldn’t stop.

He’d accepted how deep Lucia was in his blood, in every part of him. She owned real estate in every memory and controlled his dreams and out-of-reach desires.

This woman whimpering under his hands was a witch of the highest caliber, and he wanted every spell she could throw at him.

Thoughts from the past tried to muscle in, and Capone put up walls.

Let me fucking have this; he warned as his mouth turned animalistic, as he twisted his tongue around Lucia’s and sucked it into his mouth until she was all but riding his stomach.

“I want you to do something for me,” he grunted against her lips. She opened sleepy-lust-drugged eyes. Dios, she was sexy as hell.

“What?”

“Put your hands on the wall and don’t touch me.”

She blinked. A pulse beat erratically in her throat. He had to take his lips to it and suck a little. “I can’t touch you?”

“Lucia, I’m on a knife’s edge. I can’t have your hands on me right now, amor.”

She caught at her lip, and his eyes followed the motion. Jealous that he wasn’t biting her. “But I can touch you later?”

“Sí.” If he survived tasting her.

While he circled a necklace of kisses to her throat, he unhooked her bra from the back, only allowing her to move her hands so he could slip the lacy thing down her arms. Two adorable tits greeted him, and his mouth flooded with water. She was small, but they filled his palms.

“Can my mouth touch you?” She moaned against his lips when he gave both tits a gentle fondle, the hard nipples grazing his palms, driving him mad.

She didn’t wait for permission, going to town on his mouth until their tongues duelled like enemies.

He wanted her. Dios, he wanted her badly enough, he would live with the increasing guilt trip once it was over.

Nothing else infiltrated his mind while he sucked along her collarbone and enjoyed her popping her pelvis on his stomach.

“Giancarlo?”

“Sí?”

“Are you going to be my husband with benefits?”

The joke made fire burn through his guts. No words would come because all he needed was to be with her in any way he could have her. If all she wanted was his dick, he’d give it to her around the clock, taking care of every ache she might have. To stop himself from throwing out the words of ownership, he dipped forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He knew it wasn’t possible, but Capone would swear she tasted like lemonade.

Lucia moaned, pushing her hips again.

“Oh, god. I can’t. How can I be your wife if I haven’t ever been your girlfriend?”

She had no idea of the velocity at which she was killing him.

He cursed in Spanish and sucked harder, then switched to the other delicious nipple, giving it the same attention.

Finding her mouth again, between starved kisses, he murmured. “What’s between us is wrong.”

She inhaled fast but didn’t speak when he grabbed her by the throat...gently...holding her in place so she couldn’t look away. Eyes glazed. Fuck, he liked that look on her. Liked it better, knowing he was the man to put it there. “But I fucking love feeling so wrong, Lucia. Don’t you? Don’t you want to scale your brother-in-law’s cock again, feel how tight I crammed into you until I stretched you open?”

Little puffs of air expelled from her lips. She stammered around her words. “It’s only wrong if we stop.”

Goddamn right, it was.

He was too much of an animal to think about his conscience when he lifted her and took them to the couch. Capone could repent later, pay for his sins with a life of loneliness. But he needed her, if only once more. He goddamn needed Lucia with a madness that was tearing him apart.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Too good for him.

All wrong for him.

Then why did it feel right as he slid a hand down her stomach and directly into her black lacy panties? Why did his hand shake as he found what he was looking for? Soaking wet and eager for his touch.

“Gi…” she gasped, head lolling forward.

He wanted to make her come until she was blinded by pleasure and so pliable he would slide right in on the first shove. Capone didn’t have gentleness in him, but for her, he’d take his time. The next time, maybe, if he tried hard. Now, he had to go fast and make her come for him, so he knew this was real.

“Open your legs, mi amor, let me taste you. I’m a starved man.”

His Lucia was far from passive when her knees parted. He got the first taste of her pussy in a long time, her hands went to the back of his head, cradling him while he sipped and licked across her sex. Parting her folds, he swept inside with a heavy lick, grunting at how incredible she tasted. The little bud under his tongue was rock hard, and he flicked long strokes over it until she whimpered and let her head fall back. “God, Giancarlo.”

What was he saying about taking it slow?

Slow took a fucking bus home because the moment she moaned and tightened her hold on his head, he went to town on her. It took no effort to push two fingers high inside her pussy. His cock twitched at how tight she felt and how hard she’d strangle him when he finally got inside her again.

He’d never forgotten the sensation. How could he? She was the perfect woman. The elusive woman he’d chased through his dreams, hoping to find again.

Capone wanted her screaming, so he made her scream.

She cried through the first orgasm he ate out of her. His fingers hadn’t needed to do any work other than stay embedded inside to feel how hard she detonated. But the moment he brought her down, and he heard Lucia’s satisfied sigh, he started the build again. This time using his fingers to fuck in and out of her slowly.

Capone all but devoured the second orgasm out of Lucia.

He chuckled when she tried to drag at his short hair and cursed the air, pumping her hips into his mouth. He heard her claw at the couch and moaned inaudible words.

“No more,” she whimpered, “inside me, Gi. Get inside me now.”

Thank God, that he could do. He reared back on his knees, looking at her spread like his favorite meal. Letting her watch him through horny-glazed eyes while he licked her from his lips. She gasped and reached for him, hands going everywhere under his clothes, fighting to free his belt while he tried to grab a condom from his back pocket.

It was then a shrill piercing cut through their severe panting and nearly jolted Lucia off the couch. “Oh, shit, what is that?” Clinging to him, their bodies almost in the position he craved but separated by his jeans. He ran a hand through her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“The fucking alarm system.” He flung himself off the couch, fishing for his phone; he keyed in the code to turn it off.

And got zilch.

The thing was still screeching like a toddler in a grocery market.

“Fuck’s sake.”

Capone paid enough for a state-of-the-art monitored system for it to not fucking glitch.

“Nena, wait here, I gotta go check this out with them downstairs.”

She quickly climbed into her underwear again, and Capone groaned for the timing. He wanted to fuck Hell out of his woman, not deal with this bullshit.

“Is there a fire?”

“I don’t know. This hasn’t happened before, and the alarm system is wired to my apartment only. The building structure has a separate alarm in the hallways.”

Sure enough, when he pulled open the door, the hallway alarms were piercing too. Lucia pulled at his shirt. “Be careful.”

He turned a grin on her, using a hand cupped around her nape; he leaned in and captured her lips for a short kiss. The thud of her pulse beneath his hand was smooth and another factor to make him loathe leaving her. He felt her go up on her toes to hold his face.

“I won’t take long. Lock up behind me, nena; I have my keys.” Another prolonged kiss, he waited until she did, then headed for the stairwell, the elevators automatically shut down when the building alarms activated. He took a call from his security firm while he ran down eleven flights.

If he were a believer in such things, he could swear his brother had intervened somehow.

He didn’t believe in divine intervention or bad luck.

And he was done letting his guilt over his dead brother get in the way of him and Lucia.

Now Capone needed someone to maim for interrupting them.