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I shiver when he caresses my cheek.
“Too complicated to call me?” I rasp. “I call bullshit.”
He snatches the dress from my hand and tosses it to the side. He retreats a step, and his eyes roam down my body while he takes in the image of me wearing only a lace bra and thong.
His face is haunting, like he’s wondering what to do with me next. I shiver from the intensity of his stare, and he smashes his mouth against mine again. Lowering his hands, he curls them around my ass cheeks, gripping them tight before hoisting me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, but he doesn’t allow me to stay there long.
I wiggle in his hold, unsure where he’s going with this, and allow him to make every move.
When we’re together, my body always becomes his.
To play with. To pleasure. To provide pain. I’m his favorite toy.
“There’s my good girl,” he says under a whispered breath. He folds his arms under my thighs, as if performing a bicep curl, situating my pussy at his face. Then he slides my panties to the side. “Mmm, always so wet for me.”
I shudder.
“I’ve missed you, princess.” He lowers his head and licks up my slit.
“I’ve missed you too,” I say with a low groan. If there’s ever a way for Antonio to get a sweet side of me, it’s when he’s pleasuring me. I’m at his mercy.
I nearly buck off the wall when he nestles his entire face between my legs and eats me out so, so, so good.
Fuuuck.
I never want him to stop.
To leave me again.
Antonio is the only man who’s ever touched me like this, and I don’t know if any other could drag out this side of me. He makes me comfortable with him, with my body, with my sexuality.
He said he wanted to ruin me for any other man, and that’s exactly what he’s done.
My pussy clenches. All he’s using is his mouth, and I’m already so close. My body pulses with pleasure, and I’m there … there …so fucking there.
Then he stops, and I nearly fall forward since I was embarrassingly humping his face.
“Who killed my brother, Giana?”
Talk about a total orgasm kill.
Instead of answering his badly timed question, I grind my hips forward. He tsks and anchors me in place.
Son of a bitch.
“Was it Natalia?”
I remain quiet, squirming in his hold.
Who wants to talk about murder mid-orgasm?
Especially the murder of a sleazeball like Vinny.
“Your father?”
I give him silence, wavering to the side when he releases an arm from under my thigh.
He gathers my hair in his fist and tugs me forward. “Benny?”
