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{ Chapter 44 } : Confessions of a wicked Adonis and his naughty Aphrodite 

It was quiet at Danny's Grill, a rare fit for the usually boisterous place. Too quiet. Of course, it may have simply been due to the fact that it was the odd hours after lunch and before dinner.

I twirled the keys of my new, borrowed black Mercedes around my pointer finger, my strappy heels clacking loudly against the flooring. The hallway near the back of the bar, leading to the washrooms, was empty. I took another turn, coming face to face with Daniel Ivanov's personal office.

I knew he'd be in there. So I knocked three times.

His answering grunt resounded on the other side.

Extremely slowly, the door crept open with no sound – courtesy of well-oiled hinges – and glacier blue eyes collided with mine. "Anna." His voice was rough and carried a hint of surprised.

Forcing a smile, I shoved down the image of him choking Juan to death somewhere in my brain, filed in a folder called never-fucking-again. "Do you have a minute?" I asked him.

He moved to the side and motioned me in, keeping a close distance. Probably to intimidate me. It worked. I didn't show it, though.

I took a moment to let my eyes roam the office. Everything seemed as usual, his office a dark wood and leather affair. I wasn't fooled by his business man exterior; the drawers were probably brimming with concealed weapons and the little notebook on his desk was probably evidence of money laundering. Or a hit-list. Probably a mixture of both.

Daniel walked towards his wing-backed chair and took a seat, reclining lazily and crossing an ankle over his other knee. The position of a powerful man who had a controlled side of danger. "What can I do for you?"

I gulped, the nervousness I was keeping in check slowly surfacing. Being in the same vicinity as this man naturally did that to me.

"Anna, what can I do for you?" Danny repeated in the same authoritative tone that made it clear he was not here to be stalled.

I took a seat in front of him, crossing my legs in my own powerful position. Danny's eyes travelled over my bare legs, fixing on my shiny heels. Not cowering away, I arched an eyebrow, telling him excuse-me? with my eyes. "I'm just wondering if you know where Sam is?"

He hasn't answered me in a few hours, and we had a date scheduled tonight. Initially, I thought Sam might have been here. I was worried, but I wouldn't jump to conclusions just yet.

Danny smirked and it nearly transformed away the harshness on his face to something more bearable. From his sports jacket, he pulled out a gun.

I flinched.

He simply set the weapon down on his desk. "Do you know how to shoot a gun?"

"Not in particular. Why do you ask?" I kept the shakiness in my voice at bay.

"Just a question. It's a skill that might come in handy one day." He shrugged. "I could teach you."

"I don't sin, Danny."

"Everybody sins."

"What are you saying?" Defensiveness rang in my tone.

"That your life is changing. You have a bodyguard shadowing you for protection. You're avoiding campus to not draw attention to you. Your lover is training for a fight – death match – day and night that he might have to lose for the sake of saving himself and you. Monsters are lurking at every corner, eager for a piece of you and him. Learning to wield a gun should be a no-brainer."

I saw his point, but my jaw still clenched in annoyance. I stared at my long nails, the glittery tips of my French manicure the only brightness in this room. "We'll see."

"You will. You need lessons. Pretending to give you a choice is just a formality on my part, a chance not to damage your female pride."

I rolled my eyes at him. Danny didn't like that. The dread in my veins turned to ice but I remained calm – I never wanted him to witness me as a scared, fragile girl again. Like a snake, it was time to shed my skin and start anew.

Unfortunately, I knew what awaited Sam and I in the near future. It wasn't pretty.

"Let's cut to the chase, Danny. You know why I'm here."

"Sam." He sat up straighter. He grabbed a Montblanc pen and opened his notebook, as if dismissing me already. "Your boyfriend is at the Church confessing his sins to Father Domenico. You might want to start there."

* * *

The sun set beautifully; the sky washed in stunning purple and orange hues. The sight was picturesque, like a slice of heaven floated above, with the lonely Church adding to its backdrop.

I parked my car right next to Sam's black motorcycle, taking a moment to reapply my dark pink lipstick. After all, it was going to serve a bigger purpose tonight.

Anton parked behind me. He watched me exit my car but stayed within his, looking every inch the imposing bodyguard that he was. I did notice that Sam's own one was nowhere to be seen. Knowing my boyfriend, he probably raced him off to lose him. Sam hated having enforcers around him. He said it made him feel like a kid needing protection.

I'd scold him later.

The building was dark with a bit of decay and the ancient stained-glass windows added to its charm. Upon crossing the threshold, footsteps – not as loud as my high-heeled ones – resonated in unison, and I came to an abrupt halt upon spying the tall silhouette of Samuel.

I'd caught him just as he was leaving. A grin broke across my face as I hurried towards him. Relief sucker punched me.

"Anna?" I caught him mouthing at first, until I neared enough to hear my name. Surprised green eyes flickered with excitement. "What are you–"

I crashed into him, jolting our frames on a breathy laugh. My arms went around his waist and I kissed his chin. "Hi, baby. It's date night. Did you forget?"

Sam caressed my face, kissing my forehead in return. "No. I just needed to talk to Father–"

"–Domenico – yeah. Daniel told me."

"Did he now? Guess that explains how you found me, babe."

"Isn't it an uncommon hour to schedule a confession? I'm not very religious, so I wouldn't know."

Sam chuckled and his whole chest vibrated. I pouted, rising on my toes for another kiss. He dodged it jokingly. I managed to snag his mouth. My lipstick transferred a little bit and he beamed. "Father Domenico always makes an exception for me. Speaking of confessions, when's the last time you confessed, Bellissima?"

Instead of answering him, I stepped back, assessing him. As always, Sam was the depiction of a mirage encountered after hours of being dry, of needing sustenance. Basically, I was thirsty, and he was mouth-wateringly perfect. In his black bomber jacket, white dress shirt, skinny black tie, and black slacks that were poured over his bite-worthy ass, he was a dream – my dream come true.

Carnal thoughts begun filtering through my mind the second I'd spotted him after days, looking so fucking hot in his attire. He was even wearing my favorite black leather gloves, the ones he used for riding his bike.

"The only thing it says about me–" I whispered suggestively. "–Is that I'm still here to sin and not tell anyone about it. Well, except you."

Sam's eyes bulged out of his sockets when they finally, finally, took me in. "Holy – ahh," he drawled. "Tesoro, this is a Church. What in the world are you wearing?"

"Why? Want to take it off me?" I blinked innocently and gave him a twirl. "What's wrong with it?"

Everything. His eyes were saying. Everything about my outfit was sensual doxy meets femme fatale gone wild – my maneater heels and deep plunge halter dress were no place for God's house. Oh, well.

Sam's lids went half-mast as that hunting look entered. Running his tongue over his front teeth, he chuckled without humor, grasping my upper arms and dragging me back into the heat of his body. "Besides the fact that your dress is pure sin with a hem short enough to show your pussy if you so much as bend the wrong way...There's nothing virtuous about those fuck-me-heels. I love it."

I stopped breathing. Sam leaned down, mouth hovering by my ear. "I'm hoping you bend a little bit for me, baby. I want see what you're hiding between those thighs."

Barely a second after those words left his dirty mouth, I stamped my lips over his. Sam's arms circled me, tucking me in my favorite golden cage. The clashing ignited a spark of needy sounds from deep within the abyss – we'd found our sanctuary.

He nipped my bottom lip and I moaned.

My fingers wove in those luscious blond strands and I tugged, basking in his sound of gratification. "Good. I was hoping you liked my outfit. I wore it for you," I said. We paused to breathe life into each other through our rapid inhales and exhales. Everything I do, it seems, is for you.

Sam's wet mouth left to assault my neck while his hands played ass-grab with the fabric of my skirt. "Tesoro, you look like my living fantasy – you are it and you know it." He continued to mark his territory shamelessly. "Let's get out of here before I add another sin to my pile."

The twinge between my leg was intensifying by the second and my mind was clouded with lust for this guy. There was no way I could wait. My pulse throbbed with a new, dark awakening of what I was about to suggest.

"I have a much better idea." With a saucy look, I danced my fingers down his chest. "Me on me knees right here. I think you deserved it, Beer Boy."

The shock on his face would be comical if it weren't quickly replaced by filthy craving. God have mercy on him.

"I know just the place," he rasped brokenly.

I wove his skinny black tie between my fingers and yanked. He didn't budge. But he did grasp my hips and ground his pelvis against me to let me feel the full force of his arousal. Oh, Lord. "Lead the way, Sam."

He may be the one escorting me, but I was the one leading this encounter. Sam was following, defeated and so fucking horny looking. We almost tripped on our way down to the secluded basement, where he shoved open a door and pushed us forward.

"After I'm done with you, you'll need another trip to the confessional," I whispered in his ear, just as we entered an abandoned room.

* * *

Sam blindly reached for the wall, feeling for a switch as I attacked his jaw with kisses. My fingers ran over his chest and Apollo's belt, feeling the hard planes courtesy of long hours at the gym.

The room was small, like it was used for storage. A mere dusty looking lamp in the corner of the room lit up, bathing the atmosphere in a somber but romantic glow. Sam detached his lips from mine long enough to usher us behind a conveniently placed partition with a beautiful scattering of embroidered flowers and soaring birds.

"You sure you want to go there, baby?" he whispered, obviously strung too tight but asking me like a gentleman.

"Hmm." I gently coaxed his lips open with mine and teasingly grazed my tongue with his. "Nothing like living in the present, right?"

Our mouths swept over each other in a sensual slide. Slow at first, like water gently trickling over a rose petal for the first time. Then fast and impatient with the promise of lust unfolding between us, the rose now fully bloomed with love, care and passion. Sam always kissed me so fucking adroitly. Akin to a man preparing to pleasure his lover – me – for hours on end with his velvet tongue, his wicked fingers and the aching flesh between his legs that would only be satisfied when it had conquered every inch of his Tesoro's femininity.

I gasped, longing to breathe, pulling away for a split second to gaze at my Beer Boy's face. The light seeping through the partition cast a flurry of patterns over his handsome, masculine face, giving him the appearance of a powerful deity who awaited his due. The look of unadulterated desire on Sam's face – a mixture of relished pain and you're-so-going-to-get-it – spoke volumes. It took my words away.

His kiss, however, robbed me of breath.

His leather-gloved hands clasped my face. He plundered his tongue into my mouth until we fell back into a battle for dominance where I said I want you with my kiss and he replied I fucking own you in that manner of his.

The tension surmounted, heady and coated with our mingling scents of cedarwood and damask roses. We clawed at each, trying to get closer until not even a sheet of paper could fit between our bodies. We moved like we were trying to reach a crescendo unknown to us.

Sam and I dove for his belt at the same time. We laughed quietly together, two naughty beings doing things worth getting reprimanded for in God's home.

My boyfriend's misbehaving fingers gently curved mine away and he did the motion himself with practiced ease. He unbuckled his belt, while I urgently untucked his dress shirt, nearly ripping away every button.

"Easy, baby," he hushed. "I'm right here, Barbie."

"Hurry," I whined, scorching my long nails over his chest muscles.

He hissed, before it turned into a chuckle, and yanked me to him. "Eager little thing, aren't you? Tell me what you're going to do to me first. Give me the words."

I was so easily turned on when he bossed me around and took charge. Knowing full-well that he'd hand me over the reins, if I requested it.

His palms skimmed over my thighs back and forth, as if to warm me up.

"I'm going to get on my knees for you." I panted when he bunched the hem of my dress so criminally high, exposing my pink thong. He whistled appreciatively through his teeth. His fingers grazed the crystal waist chain I wore, admiring with a quiet, starved smirk.

"Keep talking," he murmured almost sinisterly, chucking off his riding gloves, before dropping to his knees.

I whimpered when he bit the skin at my hipbone with sharp teeth, leaving his mark for me to admire later. "I'm going to put you in my mouth. Lick it. Suck it. Let you deep throat me the way you've been wanting to for so long." My fingers curled in his hair, holding him to me; Sam bit the chain with his teeth and tugged, a playful grin pasted on his mouth. Moving lower, he released a growl at finding me drenched. Feathering two fingers in my slit, he pushed the material of my thong into my opening teasingly. I moaned at the sensation, everything below my waist tightening. "Please, Sam. I'll be so good to you."

He then tore my thong down my legs, pocketing it in his jacket. His palm cupped my flesh tauntingly. "Fully bare? You're going to be the death of me, Tesoro."

To punish me, in a move that nearly had me leaking down my thighs, he slapped my pussy.

"Oh...Sam." I gasped, shocked that he'd just...done that. The pain and pleasure caused my clit to throb in a way that had me curling my toes in my heels. Sam spanked my pussy again, before coming to his feet.

Satisfied with the damage, Sam sucked his two fingers.

"You like that, baby?" He did it one more time and I moaned, holding his hand there with my own, trapping his fingers between my folds like a needy girl. "This is what I would have done to you last night before making you ride my face."

"Sam," I pleaded for Lord knows what. Anything. Something.

His dick in my mouth was a good start.

"I would have licked every dripping inch of you," Sam rasped into my ear, spearing his fingers over my wetness. "Teased the sides of your clit with my fingers while I pumped it softly between my lips. Until you were squirming all over me on top, your thighs shaking. I would have made you fuck my tongue, Tesoro." He flicked the shell of my ear with his tongue, his hand coming around to brush the diamond stud in my lobe. "You'd be rubbing your pussy all over me, your fingers twisted in my hair because you'd need to finish so damn bad. I'd be fucking my fist at the same time, baby. So when you exploded all over my tongue, I'd throw you flat on your back and drench your beautiful tits with my cum. That is what I would have done to you last night, Anna."

He did not just say that to me inside a Church.

My mouth went dry and all the blood rushed south until I had another, more prominent, heartbeat. "You're cruel, Sam."

"I never said I played fair," he laughed darkly, nipping my bottom lip and tugging until I mewled. "But right now? It's my turn."

Sam ripped off his bomber jacket and threw it on the ground for me. Tenderness flooded my heart, heightening how turned on I was. All the ice in my veins morphed to liquid fire.

No more teasing. No more screwing with his head.

"Get on your fucking knees, Anna," he rasped, eyes blazing. "Open that good girl mouth and fuck me. I earned the privilege."

I was helpless to obey, slowly sinking to my knees breathlessly – Aphrodite seeing her Adonis for the first time in all his demanding demeanor, masculine beauty, and hunting glory.

From my vantage point, I watched his eyes darken with lust as he loosened his tie; I had visions of him tying it around my mouth, my eyes, my hands and taking me so good that I'd have trouble walking the next day. He unbuttoned his shirt so a sliver of the smooth expanse of his muscular torso peaked through for my feasting eyes. Everything about him just did it for me. But it was the way his hands trembled with emotions as they held my face, that completely unraveled me.

He was gazing down at me the same way when we first kissed. Like I truly was the sun and moon of his universe.

I love him.

Sam's fingers skimmed over my bare shoulders, quickly stealing to the nape of my neck, where he undid the knot of my halter. The straps gave away and Sam pushed the material below until my breasts sprung free and my dress was bunched at my midriff. I knew what I must look like, practically naked save for my stilettos – a kneeling, obedient Tesoro. "You're a fucking Goddess. Every inch of you is perfection."

My nipples beaded under his heated stare. He played with my breasts, massaging. Twisted and tugged my puckered points in a way that had frissons running down my spine, making me feel alive and hot and so wanted. With nimble fingers, I snapped open his slacks, carefully pulling out my award: his cock. Which grew fully erect under my touch, coming to life and jutting proudly my way. Oh, my. Samuel was bigger than I was used to – thicker and longer – but I had a whole lifetime to get used to his size cramming me full.

"I can't wait 'til you're inside me," I murmured, dicknotized once again. "Can't wait until you make love to me, Sam."

When God was carving you, baby, he gave you a little too much manhood. His reasoning for you – my very own divinity – was that you were being hand crafted for one greedy, deserving girl on earth.

"Enough. Open your mouth and take me." He fisted his dick at the root and guided his tip to my awaiting mouth.

But I dodged it and went for his Apollo's belt instead, his cock brushing the side of my neck. I felt it twitch. Sam shivered above me, glaring at me. He always let me have my way with those deliciously defined muscles, but tonight was different. There was a sense of rush and anticipation, drumming in the air and it would only end when my lips united with his neglected flesh.

And I was being a tease and denying him the formidable pleasure that was a blowjob from yours truly.

I pressed kisses all over his abs, licking the indents, barely hiding my naughty grin. My fingers toyed with his happy trail and Sam exhaled a harsh breath of pure need.

Beer Boy didn't like being denied any pleasure that was his.

As fast as lightning, one hand cupped my jaw fiercely, before he squeezed hard. My mouth loosened under strain and I peered at him through my lashes. A feral sound dropped from his chest. "No more games, Anna. Suck my dick like the good fucking girl you are. Show me how well you can fuck your bad boy, hm? Make me come down your talented mouth, you shameless cocktease. Prove to me why no other woman will ever compare."

Prove. He was throwing my own word back at me.

Jealously reared its ugly head and I was half tempted to slap him for pushing my buttons. I grasped his erection firmly – he was smooth and heavy in my palm– and narrowed my eyes. "I'm the only one for you, Sam. Don't even think of bringing other girls into this."

"Is that so?" His thumb roved over my top lip, collecting my dark pink lipstick. Sam proceeded to smear it over his bottom lip like a prized possession, grinning wickedly. "Provalo, Tesoro. You want ownership? Work for me, baby. Earn me."

"Watch me," I whispered to him, my hand slowly jerking him off, getting accustomed once more to the feel of him. He was so big; I could almost close my fingers around his girth. "You and I both know I'm worth your while."

The lone-dimpled smile on his face was depraved. Our little game turned him on.

I stopped teasing.

Creating a wet path, my tongue lolled out against the underside of his thick, veiny cock, from root to tip. His flavor hit my palate and I hummed, diving for more. Throwing his head back, Sam groaned like a fucking beast, a rumble I felt everywhere in my body. Even on his cock, where I could see his rushing pulse. My tongue skated over his engorged tip, collecting the pearl of essence beading over the slit.

"Anna." My name was revered by him – juggling between a curse and a prayer.

Smiling wickedly, I opened my mouth and sucked the tip like my favorite flavor of lollipop, making sure to press my lips and leave a dark pink ring around the circumference of his dick. Sam's knuckles buried in my blonde waves on a sharp inhale– ruining the strands I'd styled for him – when he caught up to what I was doing. His hips rocked forward, begging me silently to take more, pleading with me to smudge more of my rouge over him. I pulled away with an evil glint in my gaze and drifted a long glittery nail over my claiming mark. "Remember your fantasy, Sam?" I referred to that night he'd gotten injured, where he'd told me he wanted me to leave rings all over his dick while I deep-throated him. "I'm going to make it come true."

"Baby." His nostrils flared. "Stop teasing me and just do it."

I winked at him, taking him into the pleasure of my mouth once more, grazing him with a little teeth. Sam's whole body jolted like my touch sparked a current of electricity slithering through his whole body, a shockwave of desire blanketing him.

On my first suck, I swooped down to take half his length, causing him to release the loudest groan – enough to cause ruckus and alarm people of the sinful things happening in this abandoned room. "Fucking hell, Anna. Merda. Goddammit. Just like that. Suck me, you wet fucking dream."

Head bobbing, I set a steady pace and drew him deep until he hit the back of my throat. Bless every reflex I'd honed, because this cock was a trophy I planned to relish until the day I died.

My cheeks hollowed and I caressed Sam's glorious shaft with the flat of my tongue, swirling around his throbbing skin. I couldn't take all of him – yet. He was too big, but with practice? I'd be a fucking champion. My hands entered the moment, fisting the inches at the base, making all of him feel loved. Gently, I massaged his heavy jewels, filled with carnal ardor for me. God, I'd wrench that orgasm out of him until my name was the only thing etched in his mind.

Forever.

"Brava, Bellissima. Take me deep. You know just how I like it, don't you? Sucking my cock gets you so damn wet. I can see you leaking down your thighs," he growled, taking control for one second and shoving his cock so far down my throat I gasped, around his pulsing flesh, my eyes widening with the sting of tears. Yes. More. "Don't worry, I'll be a good boy – I'll lick you clean when you finish servicing me, Tesoro."

He handed me the reins when he pulled out of me completely, his tip and my mouth threaded together with a ribbon of liquid suspended in the air. A stuttering breath was inhaled, before I grasped him and took him inside my mouth once more. I began sucking him more vigorously, my nails scorching his abs to cause him the kind of mild pain that was accompanied by pleasure.

Sam kept murmuring words of encouragement and compliments between groans. Begging me to take more. Letting me know what a good job his girl was doing. Telling me to relish the taste and feel of him because from now on, it'll be the only cock for which I slave. The only cock I worship.

He wasn't wrong.

I smeared my stain all over his flesh, creating a magnificent artwork whose deeper meaning only two people knew. Pink – the color of love - was mine, and now it was all over him, too.

My boyfriend's hands moved until one held the nape of my neck hostage and the other tenderly cupped my cheek. My heart beat ludicrously fast for this guy – for the one who gave me all of his thoughts, emotions, smiles, laughs and dreams. For the one who stayed awake late at night with me, whispering huskily in my neck and decorating our future because I was it for him. Just like he was it for me.

As I worked him, I glanced upward at Sam. A strand of dirty blond fell over his forehead. His teeth were bared, features twisted ferally in a sheer display of passion. Sweat gathered over his skin, giving him a gorgeous, unearthly sheen. His chest and stomach muscles dipped and rippled with the magic I created. The dim lighting seeping through the fabric of the partition cast a cascade of patterns on his face and body. Above me, he rocked his hips in a gentle wave like motion, thrusting to meet every suck and pull of my mouth.

I'd never seen anything more incandescently beautiful – his expression right now would live on inside of me like a ghost of an imprint. It may be invisible but it was felt as strongly as the howling wind before a rainstorm, shaking you to your core with its turbulence. He. Was. Branded.

My mischievous Beer Boy. My wicked bad boy. My chiseled-to-perfection Adonis. My dirty-talking, seductive virility beast.

All mine.

I had full ownership and game or no game, it was time we settled the score once and for all. I earned him fair and square.

A desperate, angry moan fell from his lips when I stopped. God, I loved his sounds and how he wasn't afraid to be vocal. I knew Sam had been close. So close. His thick dick came out of my mouth with a pop. Saliva dribbled down my chin; Sam wiped it for me gently. I spat some more on his length, jerking those nine inches with both my hands, gripping a little hard to tease him. The room suffused with the squelching noises. "What other girls were you talking about, Sam?" I crooned softly, giving him an innocent look. "Tell me. I want to know."

"I don't know what or who you're talking about, baby," he said through gritted teeth when I dipped down to take his balls into my mouth, fondling them delicately with my tongue. He broke out into a flurry of Italian curses at the sensation. "There's only you."

"That's the correct answer, meu coração." My heart – because that's what he was, the living male personification of my love. "Because there is only ever me for you."

Satisfied with my win, I let Sam grab a hold of my face and thrust his cock back into it's favorite destination. I moaned around him, a smile stretch around his thickness. The vibrations had him shuddering above me.

Sam's answering grin was wicked, like he loved seeing me choke on him.

I saw his abs contract beautifully but he was holding back his seed. I played with my nipples while Sam took control, my jaw relaxed as he plunged in an out of me. Slowly at first. "Fuck me, Anna. This mouth was made for sucking cock. My cock," he snarled like an animal, his eyes dancing with darkness and excitement. "I want a picture of you – just like this – with your painted lips wrapped around my cock like it's your favorite treat."

It is my favorite thing in the world.

The suggestion sounded so hot, so dirty to me. Sam halted his shallow thrusts enough for me to croak a, "Do it. Please," before he propelled himself deeper than before. I gagged, my fingers insticintly coming out to clutch him.

Sam took a picture quickly, before discarding his device somewhere on the floor.

"I'm going to ruin you just like you've ruined me, Tesoro." He tucked my fallen strands behind my ear, before framing my face with utmost affection. The ache in my heart and pussy only intensified at the loving look. "I'm going to finish in that tantalizing mouth and you're going to swallow me whole, Anna. Aren't you, baby?"

My eyes nearly rolled back, but I managed a nod. "Yes."

"Take a deep breath for me."

I did.

Then Sam pried my lips open with his bulbous cockhead and slammed home. My whole body trembled – my eyes and nose stung – and I grasped his muscular thigh and ass for support. I willed myself to calm down because I knew this would be as rewarding for me as him if I welcomed the intrusion. And God, did I. Soon Sam held the back of my head and the side of my face gently as he began pumping his thick cock in and out, in and out, in and out of my warm wet cavern, his eyes closed in abandonment.

His groans were mingled with my muffled moans and sobs.

Sam was ruthless in his thrusts, demanding his due. My back arched at the force of him deep-throating me. I loved it. Tears coursed down the slopes of my cheeks, leaving mascara streaks, and landing on his hand. Concern flickered in his eyes but the smile stretching around his shaft was confirmation that I was okay, that I was fucking enjoying every second.

Every sound in the room hung like a chanting choir – our personal hymn. His beastly rumbles of approval. My slobbering echoes. It all rang in my ear so profoundly that I knew I'd be hearing us for days like a beautiful, broken record.

There was a sensual fervor, a forbidden touch, to the amorous act that just did it for me. I ached with the need to finger myself, but I was too busy getting my mouth plowed by my favorite addiction and sobbing around it like a corrupted woman. As I remained on my knees, pooled at the ground on my make-shift altar, I couldn't combat the urge to slip my hand between my slippery folds and feel the heat ignited by my deity.

This was devotion, at it's finest, after all.

I was utterly enthralled, in love and caught under my lover's spell. Aphrodite succumbing to her passions for Adonis. A fantasy worth forgetting reality over.

"Baby," he groaned. "It gets you so hot knowing I'm this fucked up over you." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. "Knowing that I've been a goner for you since sixteen."

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Sam released the filthiest moans, the kind that left your pathetic excuse of a thong twisted and swimming in dampness. There was a flush on those cut, stubbled cheekbones as flames spread like wildfire in our secret corner. We chased our crescendo. The look on his face was thunderous, rough pants dropping from his parted lips, before he clenched his jaw tight, growling, "Goddammit, you're mine."

I moaned in agreement, but it was muffled.

It only drove Sam wilder – he fucked my mouth with fierce surrender, his knuckles digging into my scalp with the force of holding-the-fuck-on. Dirty taunts left his mouth, driving me wild and drowning me in my own lust.

Tesoro, you're such a fucking slut for my cock. Playing with yourself while I do sinful things to that mouth. I love it. Knew you would be as wicked as me the first time I laid eyes on you, sweetheart.

You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My possessive principessa. I'm going to have those fingers in my mouth, licking you clean, while I ride your tight little pussy. Nice and slow the first time – as an apology for how hard I'll be fucking you later.

Told you this wasn't over when you threw your drink all over me. Look who's not acting haughty anymore. Look who's all tamed now with my cock in her mouth like it's her favorite fucking candy.

You want me to finish all over your tits or in your talented mouth, baby?

"Good girls get a treat, Anna," Sam whispered darkly, deciding for me. He finished with an agonized grunt, a barely suppressed roar, shooting cum ribbons down my throat. "Sempre."

I tilted my head back and drank my Adonis's essence, tasting it on my tongue like the first drizzle of rain, letting it coat my insides and dim the inferno raging inside of me. His flavor was savoured, cherished.

"Swallow every drop," Sam tutted lovingly, mockingly, before flicking my chin. "Don't let any of it go to waste, Dolcezza."

I didn't.

My eyes spoke volumes as they collided with his, indignantly. Sam's thumb dipped between my lips, forcing my mouth open and checking for evidence. He hummed, smirking in a cocksure manner. "My girl knows how to take orders."

"Proved it," I claimed, breathing labored in the aftermath of my throat getting ravished, as Sam stroked my cheek. "You're mine."

He shook his head with a defeated, spent smile – still looking regal despite having giving me a huge part of him. "I've always been yours, Anna. It just took you awhile to figure out what was already there. Inevitable, remember?"

I would never forget. "Sempre."

* * *

Sam hauled me to my feet, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I swayed a little bit. Using his thumbs, he swiped under my cheeks, taking the dark mascara treks with him. He reached into my purse and pulled out tissues to wipe my mouth and face. "How do you feel?"

"I'm okay." A kiss brushed my forehead.

"Don't lie to me."

I smiled sheepishly. "Just a bit of discomfort in my throat." But totally worth it.

"I'm sorry." Sam brushed his mouth over mine. "Thank you, baby. You fucking blew my mind away."

Grasping my thighs, Sam hoisted me up so my legs vined around his waist, my heels digging in his backside. He carried us further into the dark room, where he deposited me on a spare table. Sam stepped between my parted thighs and cupped my cheek, diving in for a kiss that left me breathless.

I made a sound of distress but Sam didn't seem to give a fuck. He tasted himself mingled with me, rewarding me with sweetness – his kiss – to thank me for what I'd done. Our tongues tangled fervently and our kiss made soft noises, like a lulling love song on repeat. I held his shadowed cheeks in my hands, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging. Sam ducked his head in my neck, where he pressed cotton soft pecks. "I've missed you. You look so beautiful to me."

I looked like a clown, but I wouldn't argue with him. I had makeup in my car so I could fix my face before we headed out for our date. No biggie.

Sam delved a finger in my wet heat, his thumb coming to press on my clit. I moaned softly. "We don't have much time before someone finds us. Relax and let me touch you, hm?" His sucked gentle hickeys on my décolletage as he added a second finger. "You have something to tell me, Anna?"

Holy, God.

"Yes, I do." I closed my eyes, living for his touch. A small chuckle escaped me but it quickly turned into a breathy noise. "Father forgive me, for I have sinned..."

Sam's head snapped up, his eyes reflecting disbelief, before he burst out laughing. I joined in with him and pretty soon, there was no more laughing as Sam starting suckling my nipples, his big mouth working me, and pleasuring my pussy like orgasm was my middle name.

I threw my head back, unable to stop the moans from tumbling out of my mouth.

"Shh. Quiet, baby," Sam tsked. His fist wrapped around my long blonde hair a couple of times and he tugged. Hard. My neck arched and I whimpered. "Unless you want to get caught, for which...I'm fucking game."

My eyes widened and he laughed under his breath.

"I want you to rub your clit while I finger you," he whispered. "Just like you did last night on the phone with me. Show me how you get yourself off."

My fingers had a mind of their own as I slowly made love to myself. I circled; I squeezed. I listened to each one of Sam's rough demands as I played with my sensitive bundle of nerves. Three of his blunt fingers were inside of me, fucking me at a leisure rhythm. Small shallow thrusts. Through it all, he watched my transforming expression. Watched as lust morphed every one of my features, my eyes weighed down by arousal.

Then his fingers switched to pumping relentlessly.

"You're so fucking sexy," he growled. "That's it, baby. Fuck my hand."

I did, my hips shamelessly rocking and chasing my peak. Sam's eyes darkened as he watched where we joined. The way my wet folds engulfed and welcomed his fingers at every deep stroke got him so fucking hot. He leaned until our mouths brushed. "Imagine when it's my fucking cock."

I groaned, my clit throbbing as I moved faster. Sam's fingers started fucking me at a brutal pace that seemed blurry for my teary eyes. Moans and half sobs spewed out of me when his middle finger found the spot that got me to scream his name and tortured it. I cried but Sam drank the sound with his kiss-swollen mouth. "Come for me, Anna. I want a taste of heaven, baby."

When his hand wrapped around my throat and clenched, everything below my waist seized frantically. "Sam."

The knot inside of me unravelled and I hurtled towards my climax. As I trembled with the force of coming all over his hand, Sam clamped a big hand over my mouth to mute my sounds, his teeth biting into my throat punishingly. Leaving more marks.

Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes and spilled when it was over. I felt limp, and completely sated. Sam began kissing every expanse of my face that he could reach – the slopes of my cheeks, my nose, my swollen mouth. Everywhere.

In this wink of time, I felt complete and whole once again.

My mischievous, rugged fighter grinned, flashing me his dimple. He pulled out his fingers and I felt a sense of loss. He licked them as promised, coated with my juices, and dropped a sound of pure accomplishment. "So fucking good. So fucking sweet." Then he reached for more tissues and tenderly wiped me clean between my legs.

I was struck with the realization that I would do anything for this guy, go through far lengths to protect him the way he's protected me.

Even if that meant learning how to fire a gun if it came down to that.

I needed to get stronger – mentally, physically and emotionally – for whatever was to come in the future.

Because the writing on the wall was fucking clear.

I couldn't live without him anymore. I didn't want to. I didn't know how. There's no one else for me besides Samuel Rafael Adams. I refused to believe that high in the sky, where angels lived, his name wasn't etched alongside mine under soulmates. This was fate. This was destiny. This was true love wrapped in gold and sent straight down to earth from the celestials beings above.

"You're looking at me funny," he whispered shyly, as he set my dress back into place. He even tried to tie my halter top behind my neck with clumsy fingers.

"I would never look at you funny," I whispered back, cupping his chin in my palm. I love you. You're it. Can't you feel what I'm feeling?

The answering smile, the one that tugged at my heart-strings because it was so sweet and vulnerable, was my confirmation. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

Romance glowed and hung above us like a moon, shining light on our true feelings – the ones we acknowledged in this moment of elation. But never fully uttered out loud for fear of whatever lay ahead.

"Show me the picture. I want to see."

I helped Sam clean up and fix his clothes. There were wrinkle lines in the previously pressed fabric, but at least his tie was on straight. He held his riding gloves in one hand and his phone in the other. When he pressed his forehead down to mine, the dim light filtered through the partition cast a halo like glow on his golden strands, giving him the allure of a fallen angel with beautiful green eyes.

"Look at you," he rasped. "You're decadent."

He wasn't looking at the picture; his gaze was riveted on me.

I glanced down at his screen and inhaled slowly. Oh, my. It truly was something. The picture began where my dark pink lips wrapped around Sam's thickness – smeared with my stain – and my fingers at his base, adorned with gold rings, twinkled in the frame, along with the glitter of my manicured tips. The picture was dark, but you could make out the silhouette of my body kneeling at his feet with my hand tucked between my thighs.

"Sei tutto per me."

"What did you say?"

"You are everything to me."

I swooned with the need to voice out those three words.

"You said something to me earlier," he cleared his throat. "When I said there's only you. What was it?"

My fingers feathered over the lapels of his jacket and I kissed his throat, feeling his Adam's apple bob under my touch. "Meu coração. I called you my heart in my language," I whispered.

Sam hands fell to my waist and he plastered me even further into him, his cheek brushing mine until his husky voice was at my ear. "Is there something you want to say to me?"

Yes. You know what I want to say to you. But for some reason, you aren't saying it to me yet. So I'm going to guard those words until you're ready to return them.

"Just that, baby."

"I'm doing this fight for you," he said fiercely. "Everything I do is for you."

"Sam..."

"Every time I get in that cage, I think of you and the people I'd die for. I think of how much I need you and how much you need me back. I think of all the fucked-up shit you had to endure before me. I know that I'm in your life, not because you're broken and need to be healed, but because it was meant to be. Because we complete each other. Every moment in my life led to me finding you. So I intend to keep you. This fight is for us so I can give you the future and life you've always deserved before your demons led you to believe otherwise. You get me, Tesoro?"

My heart clenched with emotions. "And what do I deserve, Sam?"

"My girl deserves nothing but the best," he finished. "And as God my witness, I swear on my life, I'll give it all to you."

* * *

When this was all over, I wanted peace of mind, for starters. Then an assurance that my family would be safe and healthy. Then the chance to have a normal relationship with that guy who held me like I created his universe.

All in good time, I had to tell myself.

We snuck out of the Church like two naughty children, hand in hand, laughing. Sam started jogging and when I couldn't keep up in my stilettos, he swept me up in his arms and ran the distance, with the blue evening sky as our background.

Something was off the minute we reached where his motorcycle and my borrowed Mercedes were parked. Anton's car was still parked next to mine, but...he wasn't in it.

"Sam, he was here when I went inside."

Sam's face went ashen as he rounded Anton's sedan. "Anna..."

"What?"

Sam gulped, his eyes looking like they entered hell. I rushed to his side and gasped, slapping a hand on my mouth.

Anton was laying dead beside his car in the parking lot, a bloody trail starting at his temple.

"We have to call Danny," I said fast, reaching for my phone. Then I realized Sam just stood frozen, staring into the darkness like he'd seen a ghost. "We have to tell him before someone sees."

"No need, ragazza. He's not dead – just taking a short nap, if you will."

An unfamiliar voice boomed in the night air and Sam quickly shoved me behind him, desperately trying to shield me. "Get inside your car, Anna. Now."

"No! Not without you." I wasn't leaving him. "Come with me."

Two silhouette emerged from the darkened corner of the lot. I couldn't see them properly until they stepped into the ring of the lamppost.

Not very old – a few years older than Sam, perhaps. One blond and the other dark-haired, dressed in similar attires. Impeccable three piece suits.

The latter cocked his head and addressed my boyfriend in a bored manner. As if he had somewhere better to be. "Rafael?"

"What do you want?" Sam growled, clutching me to his side.

"Such a temper. Just like us." The blond one whistled out, sounding eerily calm. "Playing with the Russians, huh? That's a little fucked up, don't you think?"

"What the fuck?" Sam barked, stepping forward. I pushed him back with all my will – they had guns. We. Had. Nothing.

"Damiano." The other one chided. "That's no way to greet our little brother."

Sam's arm fell from my side as shock cascaded over his body.

As always, date night was once again fucking ruined.

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A/N: If something wasn't edited right, I'm sorry! This dick sucking chapter was over 8k words and I'm tireeeed.I had so much fun writing this (yes, I know destination: hell), especially with the Adonis and Aphrodite references. What were your overall thoughts on the feel, the writing and how the characters are progressing? Anna learning how to shoot a gun? Foreshadowing for something bigger? Sam finally getting his prick suckeeddddd. I know, overdue! Oh, Sam's BROTHERS? During the rewrite of this book, the mafia and fighting will be hinted way earlier. Wattpad and the years in between caused me to drag this story out, for which I'm sorry. xo

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