Page 274 of Breaking Rosalind

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Page 274 of Breaking Rosalind

He tilts my hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so each stroke hits that sweet spot over and over. The round ball of his piercing drags over my sensitive flesh, each slide inciting fresh waves of pleasure.

Cesare grabs my throat and squeezes. “Come for me, Pet. I want to hear you scream how much you love me while you come apart around my cock.”

My muscles tense as he cuts off my breath, pounding into me harder and harder as the pleasure mounts. Dark spots dance in the corners of my vision, threatening to engulf my entire being. I fight through the haze, wanting to hold on to this sensation.

HIs grip tightens around my throat, making blood rush through my ears. His deep voice cuts through the sound with a growl. “Say it.”

My vision turns black for a few frantic heartbeats, then light pours in from a constellation of stars.

“Rosalind,” he says, his voice ragged with desire. “Tell me you love me while you come.”

My lungs fight for air as he buries himself deeper, my ears filling with his guttural groan. Every vein flushes with heat, while my belly dips with a delicious blend of exhalation and terror.

The sensation is all-consuming, saturating every nerve and thought. Pressure coils like a spring, tightening with anticipation of release.

“Now,” he roars.

“I love you. Fuck, Cesare. I love you so much.” The words release with a violent burst, sending out an orgasm more powerful than the last. My pussy convulses around his shaft, which pulses once, twice, three times before he fills me with hot cum.

Cesare releases his grip around my neck, allowing me to suck in a noisy breath. My lungs fill with precious oxygen, and I blink away the stars to stare into his handsome face.

“I love you, Rosalind,” he says, his voice hoarse. “And I will never let you go.” He collapses on top of me, his head resting against my cheek.

“Thank you,” I whisper into his hair. “Thank you for loving me. Loving us. Thank you for setting us free.”

We lie together for several moments, his cock still hard even after his climax. I wait for him to change position for another round, but he draws back and cups my cheek.

There’s a warmth in his eyes I never saw before through the icy blue. It’s like my declaration of love has also shattered through a barrier he held around his heart.

“Tommy’s still alive,” he says.

My jaw clenches. “We’ll find him.”

“That’s not my point, love,” he replies, his eyes shadowing with regret. “I transferred two million into your account, and I have a man at the ready if you want two sets of ID. Just say the word.”

My heart splinters, and I look him full in the face. His features are a mask of forced calm, but there’s no mistaking the emotions behind his darting eyes. I see fear, uncertainty, and loss. He isn’t asking me to go, merely opening the door to my cage. He doesn’t know if I’ll stay or flee.

“Do you think I would ever leave after opening my heart?” I ask.

He pulls back, but I slip my wrists out of the silk bindings and hold him in place.

“Cesare.”

“You never told me you wanted to stay, love,” he says, his gaze wandering toward the headboard.

He’s right. That entire time we were holed up in the hotel, watching over the hospital, I refused to talk about what would happen after our bargain was complete. Even while we were fucking, I didn’t mention a future that included him.

Cupping his cheek, I turn his face to meet mine. The vulnerability in his features reminds me so much of the boy in the photo album.

“I finally have somewhere I belong,” I murmur, looking deep into his pale eyes. “Even if I’m halfway across the world, the only man I’ll truly feel connected to is you.”

“Because I broke your spirit?” he asks, the words halting.

My chest fills with so much warmth that the corners of my lips lift into a smile. “You broke something, alright, but it wasn’t my spirt. You broke every expectation I had of men. I never pictured a future for myself, let alone a family, but you’ve given me both.”

Eyes softening, he asks, “Do you really hate it when I call you pet?”

“Do you think I’m a replacement for your dead bunny?”




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