He knelt up, and I had a different view, one of him from the side as he rubbed the length of his dick against the pillow in his hands. He looked at the camera, sweat coating his skin and making him look even more delicious as his abs contracted with every roll of his hips.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he groaned, his fists clenching around the pillow as if he were digging them into my hips. I moaned, imagining myself beneath him, legs spread as he dragged that pierced dick in and out of me. I pushed two fingers inside myself with a gasp, needing to feel filled, but it wasn’t enough. He was in full role-play mode, showing me exactly what being fucked by him would be like, and my fingers weren’t cutting it.
“Cazzo… mi fai sentire così bene.You’re taking me so well.”
I reached into my bedside table and pulled out my biggest dildo, pushing it inside me in time with his thrusts. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out at the delicious fullness, knowing Callum was down the hallway.
“Fuck,” Sani moaned, falling forward onto the bed and bracing his weight on his elbows. His hips snapped forward, then rotated, grinding against the pillow. I made the same movement with my dildo, panting hard at the brewing pleasure. “You’re close, aren’t you, beautiful? Don’t you dare come yet. I need to fuck you hard. Mm. Can you handle it?”
“Yes,” I gasped without even thinking.
My fingers circled my clit as he growled, “Yes, you fucking can. You’ll take all of me, so fucking deep, and love it, won’t you,Bella Ribelle?”
And then he started smashing his hips into the pillow, thrusting hard and fast. I tried to match his rhythm, fucking the rubber dildo in and out of me at the same pace, but I could barely manage it. He was swearing, groaning, and panting so loudly that every vibration of his voice through the phone only heightened the experience. Within seconds, I was right on the edge, wanting to hold off to watch him come, but I wasn’t sure I could. I loved how unashamedly vocal he was. It was such a turn-on.
“So fucking needy. So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, dropping his head to the mattress as he rolled his hips twice in a circular motion and then started pounding the pillow faster. “You’re going to make me come, Aria.Merda.Come with me.”
The deep, feral groan that rocketed from him shoved me over the edge, and I turned my face into the pillow, coming for what felt like an eternity. I panted through the aftermath, dropping the dildo on the bed beside me, and blinkedat the video as Sani lay flat on his stomach, spread-eagle, his face buried in the mattress. His back was heaving with ragged breaths, and after a few seconds, he lifted his head and looked at the camera. A devastating smile was plastered on his sex-sated face, and it took my breath away. He reached for the phone, taking it with him as he rolled onto his back.
“I didn’t touch myself once. That was all you. Next time, I won’t have toimagineyou coming on my dick, will I, Rebel? Sweet dreams.”
The screen went black. The messages disappeared along with the videos. Suddenly, I wondered if I’d imagined it all. Was I dreaming again? Or had he really just fucked a pillow, pretending it was me? And had I really had the best orgasm I’d ever given myself over it?
I switched my phone off and threw it on the floor, covering my face with my hands. I felt like crying. I didn’t know why I felt so emotional. Maybe it was the orgasm. Maybe it was the fact that I had fallen down that rabbit hole once again. Or maybe it was the complete lack of control I seemed to have when it came to that man.
This was so toxic. I felt like an addict, and my drug of choice was Santino Buccini. I needed to get him out of my system and out of my life before I did something I could never come back from.
I woke up feeling like I’d been hit with a brick, and I knew it wasn’t just a wine hangover. It was a Sani hangover. After showering and dressing in a miniskirt and an oversized shirt, I cracked open my bedroom door to listen for Callum. I wasn’t sure if he’d still be here, but I hoped I’d be able to make a coffee before I had to interact with anyone.
I paused when I heard low, aggressive arguing from the kitchen. I recognisedPapiand Callum’s voices, but I was too far away to make out what they were saying. I slipped out, tiptoeing closer, then stopped before they could see me.
“How did you not know?” Papihissed. “I don’t believe you.”
“Watch how you fucking talk to me, Piero,” Callum said calmly but with an edge of ice in his tone. “If I say I didn’t know, I didn’t know.”
“He sent me his bloody ear. His ear! It’s sick! And with all of this shit. I can’t believe this. And I can’t even go to the police or use this against Buccini because of who Damiano was. What am I supposed to tell Aria?”
“The truth.”
“No. No way.”
“She needs to hear it. She needs to see who Buccini really is. We made progresslast night, but she’s still holding back. I can tell it’s because of him.”
Mypapisighed. “I just want her to be safe through this mess. She’s all I have left. Can I trust that you will actively ensure she is safe? That you’ll be good to her? I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Once Buccini hears we’re married, he’ll leave her alone, losing his leverage over you.”
“I’m not so sure he will.”
I stormed down the corridor, causing them both to turn around in alarm. Callum plastered a fake smile on his face, while mypapistared at me with a pale, stricken complexion. He quickly grabbed the papers from the kitchen top and shoved them back into his briefcase. What was he trying to hide?
“What’s going on? What was all that?”
“Coffee?” Callum asked, turning his back on me and pouring me one without waiting for my answer.
I looked at my father as he stepped forward, trying to hide the anxiety he was wearing.
“I brought you a new phone. Here.”
