Page 82 of Privilege

None of that factored in to what Lucia wanted at that moment at all. She only cared about the way Renzo’s fingers felt rubbing fast circles around her throbbing clit, and how his other hand wrapped into her hair while his teeth scraped across her bottom lip.

“Fucking here, then?” he asked gruffly.

His tone was so dark.

Full of sex and promises.

“Right here,” she agreed.

He was down on his knees before she had even blinked, and he yanked her dress higher as he went lower. Her panties went down with him. Oh, God. She only caught part of his sly smirk as he glanced up, and the gleam in his eye before he buried his face between her thighs.

That first flick of his tongue was pure heaven.

That first second, she couldn’t breathe.

His fingers dug into the soft skin of her thighs, pushing her legs open even wider as her hips rolled against his mouth. Her fingers tangled into his hair, determined to hold him right there until she came apart. It was his heady groan that really did it for her, though. The way he sounded his approval of the taste of her loudly, and often. With every flick of his tongue beating against her clit, she came a little closer to that edge.

And then all at once, with the slide of his fingers into her clenching pussy, she came undone. Her shout of his name echoed in the alleyway. She was pretty fucking sure her knees buckled, too, but he was right there to catch her before she could fall.

Not that it made much difference.

He stood fast, turned her around, and put her hands to the wall. She heard him shifting behind her, dropping his pants, and rustling foil before she felt his fingers sliding between her thighs again with his latex-covered cock pressing against her wetness, too. He slid his length against her sex, over and over. Until she was backing into him to try and get more.

“Fucking crazy,” she heard him mutter. “You make me crazy, Lucia.”

Him, too.

He did that for her, too.

He gave her no warning as he pushed inside. One hard, long thrust that sent her flying up on her toes. His words were a dark whisper in her ear as he pounded into her from behind, relentless and rough. The sounds of their fucking echoed. Skin on skin, his gruff words, and her gasping cries.

Harder, and more, and please.

It all slipped from her lips so easily. Too easily. She couldn’t get enough. It didn’t matter that it was dirty, or that she’d be sore in the morning. She just wanted more of him.

“What are you fucking doing to me, huh?” he asked, his fingers squeezing the back of her neck hard enough to leave bruises behind. “What, Lucia?”

What was she doing to him?

What was he doing to her?

This wasn’t her.

This girl in this alley.

This recklessness …

These feelings making her do stupid things …

All of him.

This wasn’t her.

Or it hadn’t been.

God knew she liked this version of her a lot better. She liked herself more when she was with him.

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