Monza (Formula Men #1)(15)



She blushed from head to foot, seductively biting her lip, looking like a true temptress and pure innocence at the same time.

“You take my breath away,” I murmured, feeling as though I had won the lottery. To me, she was truly unique and beautiful in every sense of the word.

Leaning over the beautiful, smooth planes of her body, my eyes devoured her, hungry for another round of amazing f*uking. Pushing her thighs apart, I heard her gasp as I gradually moved south, situating myself between her legs, breathing in nirvana, the beautiful smell of sweet cunt, wet and succulent against my mouth, my lips. Using my bottom lip, I brushed it alongside her smooth labia, endlessly teasing it until I felt her pu**y getting wetter and wetter at the sweet torture.

I moved up her body, resting myself over her. My cock rubbed against her wet, velvety pu**y, surging pleasures through me that reminded me of electrical currents running all over, rousing my sensitized body with invigorating aftershocks.

“Luca,” she moaned as I felt her nails dig into my skin.

I hissed from the tiny spurt of pain and pleasure it provided my body. I gently guided my dick to her tight entrance before I slowly eased my way in, motioning my hips in small, steady thrusts until I felt her slippery essence coat my cock, inviting me in, craving for more.

Loving the brilliant feel of her, I bottomed out my cock inside of her. My lips were rounded about her breast, honing in on her rosy nipple, before I took a feral bite, making her gasp and clench her vaginal walls, tightening around my already constricted shaft. A man could only last so long before he was ready to go ballistic, desperate for release.

Feverishly wild, I used my teeth on her breast while my other hand lifted her hips as I drove into her cunt like it was my only way out in life, as if it was my heaven, my salvation, and my redemption all in one.

It felt sacred, feral, and timeless. Most of all, it truly felt sublime.





Waking up from that vivid dream was not only unsettling, it also felt as if I had been transported back in time, profoundly feeling that unique kind of elation, connecting to another person like I had never had before, except when I was behind the wheel. That could be the very reason behind the obsession.

There was only one person in this world who would put a stop to the nonsensical madness that was wreaking havoc with my livelihood. Even though it was one in the morning, I knew I had to see her.

Fuel surged into my blood, electrifying me with adrenaline as I jumped into the shower then changed into my worn out, black, distressed jeans and a black V-neck shirt.

Sliding inside my Maserati GranTurismo, I hastily started the engine, stepped on the gas pedal, and then gunned the super sports car out of my driveway. Remembering ever detail in the file that Gino handed me, I didn’t hesitate driving towards her new home in Via Margutta.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do once I got to her place. All I knew was that I needed more answers, because what she had supplied wasn’t enough, far from it, actually. Besides, I was dying just to be near her, to feel her presence. At this pivotal point, I would seriously be happy to take whatever crumbs she was willing to give me.

Lost in my own world of dreams, it barely registered that I had actually arrived at my destination until I practically flew past the house. I briskly glanced at the house number before the sinking feeling began in my stomach once more. It seemed it was a common occurrence whenever she was part of the equation.

“Cazzo Madre di Dio, get a f*uking hold of yourself!” I muttered under my breath as I gripped the wheel, watching as my knuckles turned white.

There was a high chance her husband was going to answer the door. What was my plan once that happened? I would most likely knock him out so I could speak to his wife uninterrupted. If I did that, it would undoubtedly upset Kim, which was the last thing I wanted. Given her condition, I should act a little delicately around her and not like some brooding bastard who was too wounded to see the bigger picture.

What exactly was the bigger picture, though?

I was soon to find that out.

Sliding out of the car, I ground my teeth together as I strode up the small, uphill driveway. Once I reached the door, I sporadically buzzed the doorbell while my knuckle rapped at the door. I was prepared to see Anton Gallo, but I was surprised that it was actually Kimberly who opened it.

“Shit, Luca, can you quit that before you wake up Anton!” Obviously stunned to see me, her face was contorted into a cute frown as she noted my overall appearance, scars and all. Her eyes were glued to the small, bandaged side of my hairline.

“How’d you know it was me? You can’t just open the door without asking who it is first.” She was too trusting. Even though Rome and this affluent side of town wasn’t known for crime, it didn’t mean a thing. Obviously corruption was everywhere, and no city was an exception.

She opened her mouth to say something then paused for a second, hesitating, before she spoke again. “It was the sound of your car. I still remember it.”

Dio mio. She still managed to leave me breathless.

Her demeanor wasn’t welcoming, though it wasn’t hostile, either. Should I take that as a good sign? Assuming this might be premature.

I took a chance and tried to match her yielding gaze, but I was too nervous to do so. Instead, I tried to look anywhere but at her, which would be a mistake, because she was donning a black, silk robe that had a good view of her cleavage. While I tried to avoid her gaze, I was left staring boldly at her neck, which helped little with my tensed state.

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