Beauty and the Barracuda (16 page)

“What, pray tell, are you doing?”

“Nothing,
cara
.”

“Really?”

“Yes,
cara
.”

“You’re seated in your executive chair outside my door and reading the paper, but you’re not doing anything?”

“No,
cara
.”
He casually turned to another section.

She rubbed her temples. “I want you to tell me something, and you need to be completely honest with me.”

Sansone flipped to another section, still not looking up. “Yes?”

“Is there a history of mental illness in your family?”

His mouth twisted, and he stopped as though he were thinking. “Well I have this uncle…”

As Alana laughed, Nyssa just backed into her office and closed the door behind her.

“Fired!” she shouted. “All of you!”

“Love you too, sweetheart!” he yelled back. “Love you too…”

“Move in with me…”

“Jesus, Sansone!” Nyssa yelped as he lightly bit down on a nipple while punching his hips and holding her legs at the knees, pushing them farther apart so he could delve deeper. His cock tapped a delicious new angle that made Nyssa briefly dizzy from the sensation. Insatiable. He was so insatiable, could go for hours, leaving her on edge, bringing her back and then pushing her over. It didn’t matter when or where, he worked her over as many times as she allowed him, and since she couldn’t deny him anything because he loved her so fucking well, she always gave in, willingly.

She’d never had someone who was so in tune with her needs, had never sat in with a client over lunch and wondered how long their meeting would take so she could spend time leaving half-crescent nail marks in Sansone’s shoulders and begging God for release. Nyssa’s interaction with friends and family had been few and far in between over the last several weeks because she was hardwired to enjoy doing things with the man she now considered to be all hers. If someone had told her six months ago that she’d be in his bed with his mouth on her pussy and her hands pushing through his hair, she would’ve laughed them out of Philly.

To know that this unequivocally amazing man loved her was sometimes beyond comprehension. Nyssa had no delusions about herself. A pretty face and sharp wit could only get you so far in the world, and yet clearly, when he looked at her, he saw what all others weren’t able to—that despite the hard-edged attitude she fought to curb, she was vulnerable. He didn’t take advantage of that, play on it for his own amusement. No, he cradled her as though she were fragile and fucked her as though she were unbreakable. It was the perfect combination of adoration and brute force. They’d spent so much time learning one another from the inside, and now they were spending time learning one another from the outside.

It was very rarely sweet and slow between them unless he was tormenting her like now. He’d spent hours bringing her to the crest of an orgasm just to suddenly stop and start all over again. Nyssa would have killed him, but she
really
wanted to come, and she preferred to do so with him powering inside her.

He soothed the lash of his teeth with his tongue before letting go of her nipple and rising over her, placing his hands against the headboard. “Hold your legs.”

Nyssa gripped the pits of her knees and lay there as he propelled into her dripping sheath. Flames licked the tips of her toes then spread upwards, enveloping her calves then her thighs and settling right in her womb. “Sansone!”

“Yes,
cara
?”

“Please.” She heaved, her back arching upwards as he slowed down and screwed his hips in a leisurely, winding motion. He was
killing
her!

“Please what?” Nyssa watched his chest contract and expand with every breath, the artwork on his side taking on a dewy sheen as he resisted the need to pound into her harder.

“Let me come.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Per favore fatemi venire, signore
.”

Sansone chuckled above her. “Those language lessons have been taking, I see.”

“
Sansone
!”

Still laughing, he dropped to his elbows and put his mouth to her ear. “I love the way your pussy grips me like it never wants to let me go.” He nipped her neck and sped up the pace. “Did you like the way I woke you this morning, tonguing your clit until you were breathless before I turned you over and made you scream?”

That image alone was enough to break her. Nyssa drew in a lungful of air before it came out on a wail, her back bowing. Her eyes snapped shut as she let go of her legs and wrapped her arms around Sansone. He placed his mouth to hers, swallowing her screams as he continued to spear her sex steadily. Tension in her belly built toward another climax.

“God help me…”

“Move in with me,
cara
.”
She knew he’d had a purpose to this. The manipulative bastard.

“Sunny…”

He changed the angle again and she gasped. “Move in with me.”

She shook her head. “Sansone.”

Withdrawing briefly, he pushed back in once again. “I want you with me. All the time.”

He’d been trying to convince her for the last month to leave her loft and settle into his place, since it had more than enough room, but she wasn’t exactly ready to give up her customized closet and the beauty that was her kitchen. Of course he
didn’t understand that, now did he?

“Manipulation!”

“It’s what works!”

She groaned as he hit a spot inside her that made her stomach seize. “No.”

His eyes narrowed. “Clearly I need to work harder.” Pulling out, he flipped her over and filled her again. “Tell me no again,
cara
.”
His hands sat on her thighs.

Being that she couldn’t breathe,
that
was kind of difficult.

That telltale tingle started in the core of her, working its way out, but the distinct sound of a door brought it to an abrupt halt. “Sansone?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you hear that?”

He never stopped moving, and it was becoming increasingly hard to focus as he pressed his chest to her back and sucked her earlobe.

“Hear what?”

His fingers found her nipples, tugging.

“I…” Nyssa’s voice trailed off as she hurtled toward another orgasm. As soon as she shouted out,
“God!”
his bedroom door burst open, and all she could hear was the sound of Luciano’s voice shouting, “I guess you say...
OH, GOOD GOD ON HIGH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO NYSSA YOU SICK BASTARD
?”

Squealing, she bucked Sansone up and off her then with a speed she wasn’t aware she possessed ran for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Breathing hard and completely embarrassed she slapped her hands against the sink. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

She caught the faint sound of Sansone shouting at his brother and the other man screaming,
“Mine eyes! Oh, God! Mine eyes!
”

Then there was nothing. Nothing aside from the fact that her sister’s boyfriend now officially knew about her and Sansone’s relationship; something they’d been keeping buried because they wanted to enjoy one another just a bit longer before their parents and the media invaded. After months of being careful, after planning, they’d been busted by an oversized male with the ability to pick locks and absolutely no discretion.

Nyssa bumped her head against the door. “Why? Why doesn’t baby Jesus love me?”

***

All his hard work had been completely unraveled thanks to his idiot sibling. Goddammit! Nyssa had run from his place this morning and refused to look back. The only reason he was currently seeing her now was because she’d promised the boys of Trenton Home she’d come today. He’d been so close to getting her to agree to move in with him that he could feel it, and yet she wouldn’t budge because he’d been caught with his hands in her cookie jar. Now he’d have to use other methods.

For six blissful months he’d been allotted the chance to listen to her “I swear I’m going to murder you” sigh over and over again, and no matter how much he aggravated her, she didn’t seem inclined to take away that particular privilege. Having her in his bed every night, waking up to her soft snores—that she insisted never happened—every morning was complete and total paradise.

As Samara and Luciano’s relationship advanced, so had their own. It grew each and every day. There were mornings that he’d roll over and find her watching him. There were nights he’d come home and find her curled up in the middle of his bed. She whispered that she loved him at the oddest times of day and screamed it when they had moments alone. Regular visits to Trenton Home had left him in awe of how in love the boys were with her. Nyssa had fit into his life from day one, and she continued to blend into every single part. Her compassion, her fiercely overprotective nature, her humor and clear, unadulterated love for him left Sansone speechless.

And yet, she was currently ignoring him. All because of the ham-handed bastard before him, lobbing accusations.

“I don’t want your excuses!” Luciano bellowed. “Nor do I ever want to discuss your nefarious activities again.” He pointed a finger in Sansone’s face as several toddlers and a few preschoolers hung off Sansone like marsupials, giggling. “But whatever you’re doing with Nyssa better end in love and marriage.”

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do for the last six years?”

Luciano waved a hand. “I don’t wanna hear it, defiler.”

“Hello, pot!” Sansone stuck out a hand. “I’m kettle.”

Narrowing his eyes at his sibling, Luciano took a few steps back and yelled, “Attack!” Then he watched in obvious glee as Sansone was pulled to the ground by dozens of boys jumping all over his nice new clothes and mussing all his hair.

“You bastard!” Sansone yelled. “I’ll get you for this!”

Luciano simply smirked and turned away.

***

“Those two look mighty happy about something.”

Samara looked up from coloring with the little guy beside her and stared across the yard where Luciano and Marco—a little boy who’d managed to steal all their hearts—were locked together in a tight hug. She smiled. “He must’ve told him about the adoption.”

“He’s finally going through with it?” Nyssa had known for a while that Luciano had a strong connection with the kid who seemed to be a carbon copy of himself despite the lack of genetic connection.

“Paperwork is already in.”

Nyssa’s squeal made Samara run a hand over her belly. “Bring it down a notch, woman.”

“Sorry. Can’t help it.” She clapped her hands. “You have a whole family coming together.” Seeing her sister so…complete was amazing. She’d watched her grow in the last few months by leaps and bounds, her bond with Luciano strong, her love for him tangible.

The pair had already started looking at houses and seemed to be on a dead set path to give their child everything Luciano hadn’t had. It was incredible.

“Anybody but me know how much of a hopeless romantic you are?” Samara questioned her sibling.

“No, and you’ll keep the secret or face my wrath.”

They both watched Sansone run past their table, screaming for help as a tribe of boys chased him down holding water guns and balloons.

“Your wrath look anything like that?”

Nyssa winced as Sansone tripped and hit the ground hard, the boys swarming like a group of bees.

“No.”

“Then I’m not as afraid as I should be.”

She turned to Samara. “I think you should tell Luc you love him.”

Samara’s eyes went wide. “I think you should never speak those words again.”

“Sammie, the man is head over unnaturally large heels for you.”

“He’s head over unnaturally large heels for the baby.”

“Wow, you’re stupid.” How did Samara not see it?

Gripping Nyssa’s shoulders, Samara turned her toward a struggling Sansone, who was now screaming, “Not the hair! Oh, God, not the hair!” They both grimaced.

She’d run out on him this morning and felt awful every time their gazes met. Panic had set in, and she’d gone on autopilot, but she’d promised herself she would talk to him later. Much later.

“We gonna discuss your apparent new habit of finding yourself under Sunny’s person?”