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What? I’m not gonna do that!
I curl my hands into fists—but that’s pretty much all I can do. My mind is weak, my body is trembling, and I want him so much I can’t help it. I press my forehead against the table and murmur through tight lips, “Please.”
“What?”
“Please!”
“What do you want, princess?” He leans to my ear, pressing his body against mine, and I whimper and flex my walls.
“God, please, Paolo, fuck me more, ah, yes, please, yes!”
He slams inside of me as soon as I say what he wants, and a wave of relief from having him inside of me again washes over me. After our short break, I can feel every wave of pleasure even more clearly. Each thrust makes me moan and quiver under him, taking away every last ounce of resistance in my mind and body.
I completely lose myself in the steady push and pull of our bodies—and the orgasm crashes over me without a warning. It’s so different from when I do it on my own that I completely miss all hints of its closeness. Only when my muscles start to twitch and my feet push against the ground without a conscious thought do I realize that I’m already at my peak.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” I whisper frantically as my body goes taut, a wave of heat rises from my toes to my head—and Paolo thrusts harder into me, giving me the last push over the edge.
He doesn’t stop there though, and as I quiver in the throes of ecstasy Paolo keeps going in and out, prolonging my pleasure and making me writhe from oversensitivity. But soon enough, I feel him swell inside of me, his rhythm turns erratic, and I hear him groan on top of me and push deeper than before as his thighs tremble against mine.
Oh. As soon as Paolo pulls out, I slump against the table with a shiver and close my eyes, chuckling to myself.
“Yeah, that’s not how I thought my first time would be.”
Chapter 7 - Paolo
What? That was her first time having sex?
I exhale harshly, still leaning on the table above Jacinta. No wonder she was so tight and reluctant to take me at first—but I had felt the desire radiating off her body. She wanted me, and judging by the blissed-out smile on her face, she didn’t mind me stealing her virginity. God. Did I actually just do that?
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and push up and away from her heated body. Jacinta hums in response, but her eyes are closed, and her body is so limp I doubt she’s even consciously aware of her surroundings. She’s just plastered all over the dining table, open and leaking, ruining the fabric of her beautiful dress, and I feel a wave of heat when I take a proper look at her.
Damn, she’s gorgeous. Even if I just messed everything up, it was kinda worth it.
Jacinta barely moves while I’m pulling my pants back up and fixing my clothes, so I lean on the table to take a look at her face. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted around sleepy sighs. Is she asleep? It brings a smile to my lips, but I quickly catch myself and straighten up. It’s not the time for sentiment.
I have to figure out how to deal with the consequences of my mistake—because, of course, it was a huge mistake. I shouldn’t have done it, and I know that.
I knew it when I pushed Jacinta to the table, held her chin to kiss her, and forced her to lie down and take me like a whore and not the priceless daughter of a Mexican mobster. At the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t have touched her at all—but I couldn’t help it. Not when I saw that Jacinta wanted me too.
There’s something so seductive about her that drives me crazy. Even now, as I hold her in my arms on the way to her room, Jacinta’s smell makes my heart beat faster. The soft curves of her body wake up something primal in me, and the fire of her heart makes me want to tame her and have her only for myself.
The look of her dark eyes calls to my inner demons. Ever since we met, I’ve been barely keeping them under control, and her bashful innocence only taunts them further. I want to see her cry from pleasure. I want toruinher from the inside.
In the darkness of her room, I can’t help but linger next to her bed and watch the peaceful features of her face. She has this mesmerizing and dangerous kind of beauty, like a fire that’s so beautiful but too hot to touch. Everything about her is enthralling and pulling me in—and that’s exactly why I force myself to turn away and leave her alone.
Jacinta is only a temporary prisoner of mine, and I shouldn’t let myself see her as anything more.
I spend the rest of the night sleepless, staring at the darkness of my room and looking for a place in my mind to hide from the thoughts about Jacinta. She seems to take over my mind completely, but it only makes me more agitated. I refuse to give up so easily, so I force myself to think about Gerardo, his despair, and how we will celebrate the fall of the Escarra family.
Because that’s why I started it all, right? To defeat them and, as Jacinta put it last night, make a name for myself. This is my only chance to overtake Riccardo, I can’t let myself get distracted—and with that thought rolling over and over in my mind, I fall into a dreamless slumber.
I wake up a few hours later from a phone call, and while I rub my eyes and listen to Matteo talk about a huge firefight between the Mexicans and a few local gangs on the other side of Chicago, I realize that it’s already past sunrise. It’s time to get up and have some coffee. My mind is still groggy when I leave my room, but as soon as I enter the dining room, memories flood me with a wave of arousal.
Especially when I see Jacinta at the table.
“Alice, bring me coffee,” I grumble at the servant, ignoring the almost instinctive reaction of my body to Jacinta, and take a seat opposite from her. From the corner of my eye, I see that she tenses up and puts her fork on her plate, but I didn’t expect a particularly cordial greeting.
Even without the beautiful dress and evening makeup, Jacinta looks as pretty as ever. She’s wearing a baggy pullover with her hair tied up in a bun, and when I look at her properly I see the tiredness in her features. But well, that’s natural after a good ride, isn’t it? My body is still processing what happened too, and the thought that Jacinta still remembers my touches fills me with odd pleasure.
