Page 147 of Bene

“Mine,” he said thickly, squeezing her thighs at the same time to make his point clear. “To them, you are mine. And that’s what matters, Vanna. I promise, and it might not be easy at first, but we’ll get there. Just trust me.”

“I want to believe you. I do.”

But everything that had ever been hers was taken away in one way or another. A mother she’d never known. A father she wasn’t sure she ever really understood. A life that could have been so different. And almost a future, too.

She wanted him, though.

Bene.

More than anything.

She chose to want something, and she was willing to give anything to have him.

Vanna didn’t pretend to be the victim, not anymore. She did terrible things for a cause that wasn’t even hers, and she was just selfish enough to want to keep a man she knew she had hurt. She wasn’t the good guy here … she was a villain who wanted their happy ending. And still, she wanted to believe him that maybe there was something worthy enough in her to be given a second chance, to start over as someone better.

To be his.

Bene leaned down close enough to her that his body flattened against hers while her hands balled into the chest of his dress shirt. His lips found hers, words whispering along the seam of her mouth in the most wicked, but promising, way. “Then just trust me, Vanna.”

That whisper turned into a kiss lighting up every nerve in her body all at once. It took nothing at all, just their lips dancing a smooth rhythm before his tongue found its way to hers, slashing with hard strokes that already had her wet between her thighs. Because she knew how good his mouth was going to feel once it was on her pussy again.

God.

It had been way too long.

“You want that—me?” he asked when his mouth skimmed her jawline. “You want me to fuck you now, Vanna?”

“Jesus, yes, please.”

That was all Bene needed to hear. Her clothes were pulled from her body by his rough, fast hands, and she only wanted more. A shiver raced through her body when she fell back to the bed, and he took his damn time dragging her panties down her thighs, leaving her spread wide and bare to him when he stood back up.

She hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to be under the weight of this man and his passion but she still loved how it managed to sneak up on her every single time. She heard the tug of his zipper when he leaned into her reaching hands. She found his kiss again, just as hot and heavy as it had been only moments ago before he was pulling away.

Vanna only took in one sharp breath of air before Bene was between her thighs. Her hands, fisted into the bedsheets, quickly left to find purchase in his dark head of hair while his tongue stroked her from slit to her clit, and then his tongue found a fast rhythm beating against the already-throbbing nub.

He knew how to make her fly.

So damn fast.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck … Bene.”

Her words came out just like that.

High.

Broken.

Unintelligible curses of his name. Because damn him for being the only thing in the world capable of taking away everything she thought she was and making her better if only for him. Damn him for making it feel so fucking good, too.

It was the sudden graze of his teeth along her clit that sent Vanna falling over the edge. The orgasm came rushing in fast, a cry catching in her throat when her back arched from the bed. She was still shaking and whispering his name when he slid up her body, already shoving his pants down to step out of them. Oh, he stopped just long enough to kiss the spot below her navel, a soft and brilliant smile tugging at those lips of his, before he was on her again.

Vanna took his violent kiss, and found his cock pressed between their bodies with her palms, stroking his hard cock fast while he grinded against her.

“Vanna, damn …”

She swore her name was a prayer on his mouth.

He worshipped her always.