Protecting The Principessa (Complete)

~ Chapter 47 ~

She glanced up at his silence and slowly he smirked. He wanted her to say yes, it would be wise to talk, but she wouldn't just go because he asked. No, he had to convince her. And why not kill two birds with one stone? He liked his boss's house, and always wanted to taint it, but he never wanted to do it with Sara, but he could see doing something with the beauty that was staring at him.

"What?" she questioned, her brows wrinkling in confusion the longer she looked at him.

"Just thinking." He watched as her eyes narrowed as he stalked over to her. Yeah, she was at least learning he was a sleazeball in some regards.

"Something tells me not to trust that thinking process right now." She took a step back but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "What are you doing?" she whispered, but the devil in her eyes was jumping around as well.

"You're angry with your dad, right?" She lifted a brow at his question and that smile got bigger.

"You know I am, why?" His hand captured her chin as her legs hit the back of the couch.

"Outside of his office, and basement for other reasons, this is his favorite place to be. I've lost count of how many times I would find him in this library." His smirk widened as the glint and desire shifted her eyes a deep hue. She caught his drift and damn it felt good. Most women did, but it wasn't hard to figure out if he needed a quick fuck or wanted it. The women he usually dealt with knew the rules and the score, he had always been off-limits for long-term deals, engagement or not. So, it was nice to see that someone he was supposed to be with was on the same page as him.

"We could get caught."

"Something tells me you wouldn't mind that. Not for the aspect of being watched but of showing your dad just how vicious you can be." With that, his hand was on her throat as his lips captured hers in a punishing kiss. God, he loved the feel of her lips. Like everything else, there was a plumpness there that made her lips just for kissing. Mentally, he growled at the thought of anyone ever touching them too; that went for past or future tenses. He had no intention of letting her go, no matter how annoyed she fucking got with him.

He could admit, he could be a dick of epic proportions sometimes, and maybe he wasn't the nicest when it came to the woman in his arms, but he couldn't deny the attraction that sizzled between them. He couldn't deny the urges he had for her. Not just to screw her, although that was becoming a common feeling. But he wanted to protect her, wanted to know her, wanted to be there for her and fuck all if that wasn't something he had ever felt before. It was a new feeling to him, but he knew the moment other men started asking about her, started checking her out, he was done, and he had to have her, to keep her.

His other hand wound her waist but slid up her back, his fingers entangling in her hair. With force, he yanked her head back, causing her to whimper and his lips trailed over her jaw and down her neck. Her cries drove him on and the way she kept rubbing against him made him bite down a little too hard at the junction of her neck and shoulder, making her shiver in his arms. He had never left a mark on a woman, but damn it, he was going to now and he just didn't fucking care. He sucked on the tender spot, his hand still holding her throat as her hands rested on his hips, bringing him closer to her thighs.

"God damn," she moaned, moving a hand to the front of his pants, rubbing the raging hard-on that was pressed against the zipper. He finally lifted his lips away from the spot and gazed into her glassy eyes, the smirk back on his lips.

"Girati (turn around)," he told her, making her blink. But since she wasn't understanding, he forced her to turn, his hands sliding over her sides and to her hips. "Molto meglio (much better)," he breathed against the back of her neck. He made quick work of her pants, undoing them and pushing them down in record time. Somehow, he had been blinded by passion, and the only thing he wanted to do was be buried balls deep into her.

"Adriano," she cried, turning to look at him over her shoulder.

"Don't worry," he told her, pulling himself out and slipping into her wetness, both of their cries mixing together. God, would it always feel that fucking good for him? He grabbed her hip with one hand while the other caressed her arm and then up to her neck. He grabbed hold of her there, his hand a little tighter as he pounded into her. Holy shit, did all of that just make her wetter? "What is that?' he whispered.

"It's what you do to me." He was glad she wasn't denying what he was feeling, he didn't want her to. She was soaking him in the best way, and there was no doubt in his mind that his pants would show just how wet she was. And for some strange fucking reason, that thought turned him on all the more. He wanted to show the world the claim this fucking lady had on him, and he was never one to do that.

"You make me so hard Izzy, do you feel that? That's what you do to me." He pounded even faster into her, making sure she got the message.

"I feel you, Adriano." He watched with fascination as she let go of the back of the couch with one hand and then watched it disappear between her thighs.

"Are you rubbing your clit, baby?" he asked, his hand moving from her hip to settle over her hand, his fingers sliding in next to hers. He had to admit, of the ladies he had ever been with, most would never touch themselves like this. But this woman, she was braver than any he had ever known.

"Oh, my fucking God, yes! Holy hell...I.....oh....," she cried out, and both of their fingers got drenched as she came, but he wasn't done. He wanted one more out of her, wanted to hear her scream.

"That's it, I like watching you play with yourself. One day, I'm going to sit in a chair while you lay in a bed, spread wide for me to see, and watch those fingers disappear into that sweet pussy. I'm going to watch as they come out soaked and then groan as they go up to rub your clit. That's so fucking hot to me." She bit her lip and moaned again, the words causing her to spin even more out of control. His hand squeezed a little more on her throat, causing her to scream, and she came once more, squeezing him so hard that there was no way he could fight it, and he followed her release.

She fell forward, her breathing fast and hard, and his head rested on her back. God, that was so hot, so fast, and he couldn't even make heads or tails of it. Somehow, she was on the same page with him, wanting him to fuck her just as much as he wanted to fuck her, and it was fantastic. Not to mention the sheer thought of screwing her in this room. And after the way she cried out, there was no doubt that someone had heard. Wouldn't it just be the icing on the fucked-up cake if Sara heard? Mentally, he chuckled at that thought.

"I don't want to leave this grip," he told her, kissing her back. She giggled and looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes glowing.

"I don't want you to either. However," she couldn't finish as a voice cleared its throat. Her head snapped around as Adriano's head snapped up, his eyes colliding with those of Carlo's.

"I don't even fucking want to know why you chose this room to do that in. But I'm glad to see that the screams I heard aren't out of terror." Adriano eased out of her and slipped himself back into his pants, almost grinning at the wetness that he felt in the crotch area. And he had to give props to Izzy and how she managed to slip up her pants and do them without being seen.

"You set it up, this is all your doing, right? So, it's not like you can really ask questions. Remember, I'm not Sara." Carlo's eyes narrowed at her, but she shrugged. "I think it's time you and I have dinner, dad, don't you? A good father, daughter talk. Be ready tonight by eight, I'll let you know where I have the reservation at." With that, she walked right out of the room, passing him in the doorway and not giving him a look. Internally, Adriano smiled for he couldn't be prouder of the woman he was going to marry.