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I nod. That little detail hadn’t gone unnoticed by me either. My bastard father must have been fucking both women at the same time. Pezzo di merda.
Maisy stands, abandoning my work-in-progress and crawls into my lap. Her soft hands frame my face, and she presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’m so sorry for what you suffered. All children deserve to grow up feeling loved, cared for and protected.” Her thumb moves across my upper lip and traces the curve.
“What’s this scar from?”
A smile comes unbidden. “This was just Marco… we were playing a little too rough along the shore in Italy one summer when we were kids, and I went headfirst into the rocks. He has a matching scar on his knee when he fell trying to help me up.”
Maisy’s eyes glisten as she regards me, some unreadable expression across her exquisite face. I brush my lips against hers, anxious to lessen the pain etched into her half-smile. I run my hands up her spine, leaving sticky fingerprints of mottled reds and pinks as she kisses me harder. I was so engrossed in the past I forgot to wipe my hands on the rag. My little fox doesn’t seem to mind though.
Her mouth releases my lips, but her hands still cup my cheeks as she sits back and regards me, tears glistening in her eyes. “I love you, Nico Rossi. It may not be enough to erase the dark memories of the past or make up for the love you missed out on as a child, but you have it now.”
My heart rushes headlong against my ribcage at those words. Words I never knew I needed to hear so badly. “You love me?” I mumble.
“I do. I love you more than what my psychologist would probably consider healthy.” A rueful smile glides across her lips. “But what does she know, anyway, right?”
I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so hard in my life. This angel of a woman loves me… She wants to be with me, even after everything I’ve put her through. “Dio, I love you, little fox, and I’ll spend the rest of my life in an attempt to be worthy of your pure heart.”
My mouth captures hers in a desperate attempt to seal this moment in time. She scrambles on my lap, trying to get her leg across my hips to straddle me and hits the easel. The canvas falls, crashes into the paint tins and a rainbow of colors splatter all over us.
Maisy lets out a squeal as paint coats her hair and dribbles across her naked form. Her cheeks heat as her wide eyes drop to mine. “Oops.” She tries to stand, but I hold her firmly in place across my lap.
“You’re not going anywhere, little fox.” I press my finger to the splotch of red paint on her chest and draw it down between her breasts. Her entire body trembles at my touch.
“What are you doing?” she breathes.
“Something I’ve dreamt of doing since the moment I first painted you in Central Park.” I lift her hips and slide my boxers down. My cock springs free, already hard with anticipation. “The paints are all natural, so don’t worry.”
I fist her long, auburn locks and draw her head back, exposing her elegant neck. My tongue runs down her soft skin as I knead the slick paint over her breasts. A moan rents the air between us, and now I’m hard as fuck and ready to sink my cock into the woman who loves me. Actually, fucking loves me.
Maisy’s back arches as I slather the paint across her body and claim her lips with a driving force I have no control over. I not only want this woman, but I need her with every shred of my being. Her hips grind against my erection, wetting my length with her arousal. There’s paint everywhere, and cazzo, mixing the two things I love more than anything in this world is so erotic.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I whisper as I nibble on her ear.
“Mmm, yes.” She lifts her hips without me having to ask, and I drop her down on my cock.
Her lips spread for me, stretching until I fill her so deep, I swear I can feel her spine.
“Oh, Nico,” she moans, her head falling back. “Oh, effing heck, I love you.”
A dark chuckle seeps out as I guide her hips up and down, slowly at first then faster as we fall into a more frenzied rhythm.
“You’re so tight, so wet for me, baby.” I thrust into her as she grinds against me. My hands are covered in paint, palming her ass. She’s going to have handprints all over her body. I wish I could make them permanent, so everyone knows she’s mine.
Maybe I’ll tattoo my name across her forehead.
A sinister grin curls my lips as my mouth moves over hers. Or maybe something less obvious like an enormous diamond.
Lifting her up as I continue to drive into her, I stand and gently splay her out across the mess of paints and canvases on the floor. I thrust again, changing the angle and she lets out another satisfying groan. Bracing my arms on either side of her head, I move slowly, savoring every second. She glances up at me, eyes sparkling, and my heart feels so full I’m certain it’ll burst.
“Better?” I ask against her swollen lips.
“So good, daddy.” Crimson flushes her paint-splattered cheeks, and she snaps her mouth closed.
A roar of laughter tumbles out despite my best efforts at restraining the outburst. Daddy? That’s new.
“Oh, my golly, can you just erase that from your memory, like forever? It was so cringe!”
My smile turns downright wicked as I pull nearly all the way out before sinking back into her warmth. “I’m not certain I ever could.” I roll my hips earning another squeal of pleasure. “You can call me whatever you’d like, little fox, as long as you say my name when I make you come.”
