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He appeases my plea and answers, “Try me, Dolcezza.”
“I… want a motorbike,” I heave.
“Hmmm,” he hums as he picks up his pace and enjoys the way my breasts begin to bounce with his uptake in movement. “Dangerous.”
Does he know about my other illness?
“What if I… can ride it with one of you?” I negotiate because this may be the best way to get a fucking ride without my illness getting in the way. “Please, Zander,” I beg. “I’ll suck your cock whenever you want.”
“You’ll regret that bargain without some added conditions, Dolcezza,” he speaks with reason, even with his grin that mocks my generous offer.
Fuck, he’s right and knows it.
“I’ll suck your cock with reason in a space that won’t get us suspended, expelled, or thrown in jail,” I moan. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t struggling to think properly.
“How about if it is in front of Dom and Ares?”
“I don’t care.”I know I’ll regret this whole conversation for being so needy for a bike and thrilling orgasm.
“Tempting, Sweet Dynamite.” He chuckles and groans, and I know we both aren’t going to last.We need to come together in ecstasy.“What color?”
“Surprise me.”
The mere idea of getting a bike is enough to push me cripplingly close to the edge.
“Z-Zander,”I beg for him to hear the restraint I’m pulling not to come undone here and now.
“That’s how badly you want a bike, huh?” he seethes through gritted teeth and grunts. He pauses his intense strides for a second, the action making me whimper as my entire body grows rigid in desperation. “Fucking deal,” he vows, and I dare to meet his intense gaze that’s hooded with nothing but lust. “Cum for me, Dolcezza.”
He seals those words with three deep thrusts that send us both over the edge.
“Zander!” I cry his name out loud, drowning in the overwhelming waves of pleasure that consume me all at once. I can’t think, can barely breathe, but this immense bliss is something I’ve never felt to this extent.
In a matter of what? In forty-eight hours, I’ve enjoyed multiple toe-curling orgasms from two dangerous men I just met.
The most frightening part is knowing I yearn for one more.
The deadliest of them all, yet the one I’m sure my pussy is desperate to tame.
That’s the laughable part of it all.
Domino would never let me take control in the realms of fucking.
The sick conclusion is realizing I’m craving my bully’s cock. Despite the pain from the past or the obvious evidence that he still hates me after all these years.
Yet he killed a man for me.
“Fuck,” I curse even thinking about it, making Zander chuckle against my ear.
“Should I ask what just danced in your mind and made you realize something life-changing?” he hums while he shifts our weight entirely. His arm wraps possessively around my waistand pulls me right against him, so he can roll us over until I’m sitting on his cock.
For a moment, I have enough strength to press my hands against his chest and sit up enough to look down at him. He’s still coming down from his high—those vivid green eyes looking like haunting slits in the pits of the darkness that surround us—but I can see he has no intention of using anything against me in this vulnerable moment.
“I have to be sick in the head to not only enjoy the best orgasms with you and Ares but… to crave Dom’s. Despite him being a bully. Despite him being a fucking douche. Despite him being the match that lit me up and the culprit ready to sit down and wait for me to explode.”
I let out a nervous sigh as I reached up to gather my hair and run my fingers through my silver locks to distract my hands from trembling with worry—and fear.
“I’m really about to enter a den of carnage being just as manic and sick as you bastards,” I dare to whisper the ultimate truth while maintaining eye contact with one of the men who would be delighted to mold me until I’m the best weapon he can use against the world.
