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mine.”
    We rocked back and forth, each moan telling me I was doing what I needed. She was going to be my wife, the mother of my children, and I wanted to make sure she was always satisfied. I would have to kill her if she ever betrayed me with another, and I would gut the motherfucker.
    I didn’t realize my thoughts manifested themselves with each thrust, my anger at the possibility having me drive into her hard. I gripped her throat. “This pussy is mine. You better not even think of another motherfucker being in you, touching you. You belong to me.” It seemed my threatening words turned her on as her pussy gushed some more. “Tell me you understand.”
    “I am yours!” she shouted out, her eyes never leaving mine.
    “Yes, you are.” I lifted her leg with my hand under her thigh, twisted my hips, and drove into her as I captured her lips. Her kiss was like magic. When I kissed her, I felt hypnotized. “Amber, come for me, amoré. Come for me.”
    I was about to come hard, and I wanted her with me. I moved into a kneeling position, opening up her thighs so I could watch my cock being swallowed by her greedy, tight pussy. Damn, that wasn’t bright, but then again, there was no blood left in the brain. I pinched her glistening, swollen clit, and I could feel her walls ready to give way.
    It wasn’t long before I was rewarded with her cries of release. “Luciano, Luciano!” Her walls were pulsating, squeezing out the best part of me into her. My seed flooded her womb. It was the best release I ever had, and I nearly blacked out from the pleasure.

Chapter 4
    “Amber, Amber, Amber…” He said my name as though it was sacred. I could barely concentrate on staying awake—forget catching my breath. He fell to the side of me and took me into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest. I loved the feel of his arms around me. It was the first thing I thought of when he had picked me up to carry me out of that chair yesterday. Now I was lying here in his arms, listening to his pounding heart, and feeling wonderfully achy. I didn’t know sex could be so good. That was the most amazing experience in my life.
    As I lay here, reality set in. I was probably just one of many to have been satisfied by him, lying in this bed in his arms, only to be cast aside for the next one. That thought was depressing. I just needed to live in the moment. He took my virginity and in return had given me immense pleasure. It wouldn’t be forever, so I would just enjoy the time we had together and be ready to move on. Just don’t fall in love with the thug. Don’t fall in love with Luciano . I needed to chant that to myself as often as possible. He had probably told those things to all the other women. I knew he’d had plenty. Men in power always did.
    I better leave soon before I thought about it too much. I couldn’t let someone like him get to me. He was a gangster and a womanizer and not to mention a god in bed. I could never hold him for long before he moved on to the next. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn’t. It was the one thing my poor excuse for a father taught me; crying didn’t stop what was going to happen, and men hated it. Luciano hated it. I lifted my head to get a look at the man who changed my life and rocked my world.
    He was staring up at the ceiling and turned to me the instant I raised my head. “Cara, are you all right? Do you hurt?” Could he read the expression on my face?
    I started to sit up and look him right in the eye because I needed to be strong, but looking at him was a bad idea. The just-fucked look was amazing on such a specimen of man. He was so handsome and his eyes so blue that I was like a deer caught in headlights.
    I shook off the haze and said, “I am fine. Actually…I should be leaving.”
    Oh shit! I must have said something wrong. He lifted himself into a sitting position, practically throwing me off balance.
    “Where the fuck do you think you are going?” he growled, his ice-blue eyes