I moaned again and threw my head back as he released one hand to play with my clit.
“You are mine, Lila. All. Fucking. Mine.”
Something about the way he said that, lifting his hips to thrust into me along with his fingers playing with my clit set me off, my orgasm ruining me as I struggled to breathe.
“Yes baby, come on me. Come all over my dick, own me.”
God, he had such a filthy mouth. I fucking loved it, and I refused to let any memories taint it. This was a new us. A new beginning.
“I’m coming,” I panted, and he groaned, circling my clit with added pressure.
Victor knew exactly what he was doing, and he was soon dragging another orgasm out of me, fucking me from behind as pillows supported me. My ears were ringing. I could barely see. His cum dribbled down my thighs when we were both spent, and he cleaned me up before carrying me, and my whole big ass stomach, to the bedroom. I gazed at him; my fingers lost in the curls at the nape of his neck.
“I love you,” he whispered, laying me down and covering me with the duvet. “But I’m respecting your space and tiredness and not getting into that bed with you because I promise you, you’ll not get any sleep.”
I laughed, and just as he was about to leave, I grabbed his hand, tugging him closer. “Spoon me. Sleep with me.”
He snorted with laughter but slid into bed beside me, and his warm body spooned perfectly behind mine.
Exactly where it belonged.
58
VICTOR
TWO YEARS LATER
“You’re still a fucking dick.” Vanessa clinked her beer bottle against mine; her eyes narrowed at me. “But you make her happy. I swear to god though, if you ever?—”
“Hurt her again, I know. You’ll cut my balls off and feed them to me in a soup.” I sighed and stared across the pool to where my daughter was playing with my mom.
I’d never seen a creature so beautiful. Well…except for Lila, of course.
“No soup, boy. Fucking bloody and raw, just the way you’d deserve them.”
“Got it.”
“Fuck you.” Vanessa walked off, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She would forever hold it against me, and I didn’t blame her. Lila couldn’t get a better best friend if she tried, and I was so grateful she had that.
“Bet you never thought you’d have this,” a voice said from my left, and I turned to see Enzo grinning at me.
“Hey, man. No, you’re damn straight I didn’t.”
"Some things are just meant to be, I guess.” Enzo stared after my sister, and I frowned, pointing after her.
“Are you two ever gonna hook up?”
Enzo froze, and I knew why. Because he genuinely didn’t think I knew. You would have to be fucking blind not to see the way they looked at each other and had always looked at each other. But they’d never once crossed a line, and I couldn’t figure out why not. It wasn’t because of me; I had no say in what Vanessa did—never had and never would. I’d have loved for her to get with Enzo; she was the yin to his yang or whatever the fucking saying was.
“Your sister is an enigma.”
“That’s a nice way of saying she’s fucking crazy.” I sucked on my beer bottle, my eyes locked on our daughter who was splashing happily, her little giggle like music to my ears.
“Sheisbatshit crazy,” Enzo said with a laugh, his eyes still on Vanessa.
“Too much for you?” I guessed, finally figuring it out.
Enzo gave a low laugh and shook his head. “Nah.”
