His hips moved to a faster rhythm, driving deeper than she had ever previously taken him. She had nowhere to go. She thought she was in control, but realized he was. She was under him, his weight pinning her down, his hips suddenly in charge, not her hand. That only added to her excitement. She did trust him. She knew, even when he plunged deep and held himself there, she didn’t panic when she couldn’t breathe. Stefano would never, ever harm her.

She almost cried out when his cock withdrew. Remembering at the last moment to take a breath, she suckled hard, drawing him back, reveling in his possession. Then fire was streaking through her. It happened so fast, so hard, it took her off guard. At the same time his cock swelled, heated, pumped into her, down her throat, forcing her to swallow. That triggered an even bigger quake, her entire body rippling and shuddering with pleasure.

He lifted his face from between her legs, but kept his softening cock inside her mouth. “Gently, dolce cuore, but take care of me.”

She loved when he did that, too, those little instructions on what his preferences were, what he enjoyed. She detested feeling as if she wasn’t seeing to his every need or desire. He saw to hers and she wanted to do the same for him so when he told her exactly what he wanted or needed, it gave her even more confidence. For Francesca, knowing she gave him that was as necessary to her as breathing. She took her time, mindful of how sensitive he was, feeling every reaction, the way his breath hissed out of his lungs, the shudder of his body, the involuntary buck his hips gave.

“Dio, Francesca, you’re incredible. I could spend the day with my cock in your mouth and never get enough.”

She laughed softly as he withdrew. “I might like that. Now I need to brush my teeth and get ready for work. That was spectacular.”

He rolled off of her, every line in his face stamped with a sensual dark passion as he watched her walk naked into the master bath. He’d just given her an amazing, powerful climax, but knowing he was watching made her hot all over again. He was turning her into a sex fiend.

“Word of our engagement is out,” he announced, casually. Too casually.

She paused in the act of spreading toothpaste on her brush, turning to look through the doorway at him. “It is? How do you know?”

“Francesca. Seriously? You’re mine. I want the entire world to know. I had our publicity person put out a press release.”

She smiled at him, shaking her head. “You don’t do anything the slow way, do you?” She turned back to brush her teeth.

“Not when it comes to you. The point I’m making is that anything a Ferraro does is news. It’s a huge thing to have one of us engaged. When I say ‘huge,’ I mean it will be reported, not only in this country, but in other countries as well. Our bank is international and one of the largest.”

Francesca’s heart dropped. Somersaulted. Beat too fast. She took her time, finishing her teeth and then rinsing her mouth multiple times before she turned back to him. “What exactly does that mean?”

“It means, bambina, reporters are going to be crawling all over this hotel. No member of our neighborhood would ever give you up, so you should be safe at work, but don’t walk the streets where you could be spotted. I’ll take you down the private elevator to an entrance that only my family uses and no one has knowledge of. Emilio and Enzo will be waiting with a car. You do whatever they say when they say it.”

She walked barefoot over to the closet. Somehow her clothes had been transferred to the master bedroom sometime while she was at the club. She hadn’t asked him about that, and now it seemed silly to do so. It had been presumptuous of him, but she was finding that Stefano was a very decisive and confident man. She liked having his eyes on her when she drew the sexy little boy shorts up her legs and settled them over her butt.

“Come here.”

Francesca shivered at the command in his voice. Low. Sexy. So arrogant. She loved that, too. Holding her bra in her hand, she crossed the room to stand in front of him. He wiggled his finger in a little circle and obediently she turned her back to him.

His hands slid over the curves of her butt. “I left my mark on your ass. I can see it right through the lace. That’s so fucking sexy, Francesca, I want to take another bite out of you.” His hands stroked caresses over her bottom and then he touched several spots on her buttocks with his fingertips. When he pressed she knew exactly where each mark was. “I like my brand on you far too much, bella.”

She shivered, her nipples peaking as she slid the satin-soft bra around to cup her breasts. The lace caressed her skin. She loved his brand on her far too much as well, but telling him that would only encourage him. “I think you’re a little primitive.”