Page 108 of Alessio

“Fuck, Ginny.” Corrado’s words sounded like they ached coming out. “Les, at this one, yeah?”

Alessio’s hand at her ass flexed roughly against her muscles, and he pulled away from her sex, making her whine low. “You s—”

“Yes.”

Ginevra sucked in a loud breath as the numbness came, the orgasm right there. She was sure Alessio would pull his hand away from her clit like he had so many fucking times before, but he didn’t.

He didn’t.

“Oh, my—”

Ginevra didn’t get to finish the cry before she slipped into the beginnings of her orgasm. Further than they had allowed her to go before. Edging, Corrado had called it. She didn’t know whether to hate it, or love it.

And then, Alessio pulled away.

His hands, his mouth, and his body. All of him drifted away from her, taking every bit of sensation with him. Corrado kneeled down, pulling his cock away from her as the disbelieving yell left her mouth.

“No,” Ginevra gasped, “no, no, no … why?”

The orgasm of hers, with no sensation to aid her through it, was ruined. A waste, really. Weak as fuck, and it left her almost empty inside, somehow. Her vision blurred as Corrado got close, tipping her head back to drop hot kisses to the seam of her trembling lips.

“What do you want now?” he asked.

“Why?”

Why hadn’t they given her that?

Why had they stopped?

She couldn’t breathe or think.

“Why?” she mumbled.

“Kitten.”

Ginevra’s gaze snapped to Corrado’s, her entire body acting like a live wire because goddammit, if she didn’t come, and soon, then she might lose her mind. She hungered for the release like they would never understand.

It was the basest urge she’d ever experienced in her life.

Deep in her gut.

Thick in her blood.

Harsh in her heart.

Hot in her mind.

Something cold slipped against her ass, but it relieved Ginevra. Something to help her overheated body. The sting of Alessio’s two fingers pushing into her ass only made her shake and want more. Because even the pain seemed too fucking good to be true.

Corrado swallowed thickly, his nose skimming hers as he murmured, “Now you get it, kitten. And it’s about to get so fucking good for you.”

The only thing Ginevra could say was, “It fucking better.”

Corrado’s rich laughter drifted over her skin with hot intent, a lot like the way Alessio’s behind her added to the hard slap he leveled down on her ass.

Christ.

These men would kill her.