Free The Muscle Part Three by Michelle St. James Page A

she felt the smile fall from her lips.
    He leaned over and kissed her, then smoothed the bridge of her nose. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”
    She shook her head against the crisp white pillowcase. “You can’t promise that.”
    He propped himself up on his elbow. “Clearly you don’t know who you’re dealing with here.”
    She laughed a little. “Nice try.” She sighed. “It’s not that I don’t believe in you. I just want to be practical, prepare myself for every eventuality.”
    He rolled on top of her, his body smelling of clean linen and salt and the sex they’d had until the wee hours of the morning. “Then prepare yourself for Sofia. Because I’m bringing her home to you.”
    There was so much certainty in his voice she couldn’t help but be swayed. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe she was lying to herself. So be it. She believed him. Believed in him. He had brought her this far. She would have faith that he would bring her the rest of the way home.
    Fool, a voice in her head whispered.
    It was the voice of reason. Luca and the others were going to raid an enormous drug shipment worth millions of dollars. Even under the best of circumstances it would be dangerous. But this was ten vicious men on two sides of the same battle — and that wasn’t including Diego. Anything could happen, and she knew it was true even if Luca wouldn’t acknowledge it.
    The thought sobered her further. She wanted more mornings in bed with Luca. More whispered secrets in the dark. More of him moving inside her, his body staking its claim on hers. The future was a big blank space. She had no idea where she and Sofia would live or what they would do next, but she knew that she wanted Luca to be part of it.
    “What will happen?” she asked. “After its over.”
    He started kissing her neck, working his way up to her ear where he nibbled at the lobe until she squirmed under him, already wet.
    “That’s up to you,” he murmured. “What do you want to happen?”
    “What do you want to happen?” she countered, gasping when he nudged open her thighs, pressed his erection against her swollen sex.
    “I want this,” he said, pressing into her until his tip slid against her clit.
    She opened her legs further, positioning herself for optimal pleasure under his cock. “I want this, too.”
    He leaned down, captured her mouth with his as he centered the thick head of his erection against her opening. “When I say I want this, I mean I want it forever,” he said. “I want you forever. Do you think you can handle it?”
    She swept his mouth with her tongue while her hands worked their way down his back to the tight muscles of his ass. “I can handle it.”
    His expression grew serious as he gazed at her. She could never doubt him when he looked at her like that. His gaze was so full of love, full of all the certainty she felt when she was with him.
    “Say it,” he said, sliding his cock against her until she writhed under him, desperate for him to fill her. “Say you want it forever.”
    She moaned, wrapping her legs around his thighs. “I want it forever. I want you forever.”
    He dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply while he impaled her.
    She cried out, grabbing his ass, pushing him all the way inside her. “Make me yours,” she gasped.
    He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, slanting his body over hers so that he could drive every inch of his massive cock inside her, until she wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain she was feeling.
    “You already are mine, sweetheart. You always were.”

17
    L ater that day , Luca took the passenger seat in the lead car with Marco, Elia, and Farrell. Sanchez and his men pulled into position behind them and they made their way down the long driveway. He tried not to think about Isabel, pacing the house and waiting for word.
    He’d been surprised when Sanchez opted to come along. He’d pegged him as a guy who liked to keep his hands clean, and god knew