Page 148 of Bene

That, more than anything, got her off like nothing else ever would. There was something about knowing she took away all his control like this that made her sky-high.

Bene’s arms hooked around her thighs, pulling her legs high and wide as she dragged his cock against her slit, letting him feel just a bit of her slick heat before his hips jutted forward. He filled her full and stretched her wide with one thrust, making her let him go so that her palm could rest against the hard ridges of his toned stomach while he fucked her hard and deep.

Fast strokes that had their bodies trembling.

Her heart racing.

And her pussy aching.

She needed to come again, and he knew it. Bene let go of one of her legs to use his thumb to stroke along the seam of her sex where his cock continued to fill her pussy. And then he was circling fast with that same thumb against her clit, using her own wetness as a lubrication to have her feeling and sounding wetter than ever.

“Fuck yeah, I want that pussy to come, Vanna.”

All his dirty words.

Those dark promises.

Of course, she came again.

Harder than ever.

Bene’s arm tightened around Vanna’s waist where they stood on the right, curving staircase in the grand entrance of the mansion. Three steps higher, Beni and his wife waited with them. Down in front of the main doors, Marcus and Corrado stood in tense silence. Apparently, whatever argument the two had been having just moments ago in hushed tones was now over, and they were comfortable with pretending as if the other didn’t currently exist.

Siblings, Bene had said, it’s normal.

She didn’t know if that was true.

Or if it was—once again—the brothers arguing about her, or her presence in the mansion. She hadn’t left the home once Bene brought her, although Christopher’s wife had brought her some clothes to use, but she made sure to stay with him whenever she could. And not because she thought someone might hurt her, but rather, she didn’t want any of them to be uncomfortable with her.

Hadn’t she done enough?

It was already awkward.

Why make it worse?

Besides, it was about to get worse, anyway.

All eyes went to the front doors of the mansion when they were pushed open, and Chris stepped inside first. Right behind him came his mother, and father. Vanna was sure that they expected to come home to a celebration, of sorts. Or at the very least, happiness. After all they had gone through with the man being in jail, his future uncertain, this should have been a wonderful day.

Instead, the first thing that happened when the couple walked through the front doors of their mansion, returning to their grown children and grandchildren playing in a connecting room, was look their way. Directly at her and Bene.

Gian tipped his chin up, the hard line of his jaw flexing as he bit back words. She didn’t need him to speak those words for her to know they were on the tip of his tongue. The heat blazing in his gaze, practically nailing her to the floor, said it all.

Bene’s arm tightened on her side.

“So, what Chris explained on the way here is true, then?” Gian asked.

“Depends on what he said,” Bene replied.

Chris dropped a handful of bags to the marble floor. “Everything.”

“Oh, and Tommas called, Bene.”

Right.

The man—the Guzzi brothers’ uncle—who helped Beni and Bene put the information Vanna sent him about the Camorra and the dirty cop to use.

Basically, all of it, then.