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I started to move, rotating my hips in a slow, wet circle. I could feel him rubbing against my most sensitive spot, and I let out a loud moan. The friction was intense, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

"Yeah, just like that," he groaned as his grip on my waist tightened to help guide my rhythm. "Now lift up, almost all the way out... then slam back down on it. Hard."

I lifted myself up until only the head was still inside me, then I dropped my full weight down, impaling myself on him. I screamed, the sensation hitting my cervix and sending sparks through my whole body.

"Fuck, yeah," Vega gasped, his eyes rolling back. "Do it again. Give me that pussy."

I started bouncing, mimicking the girls from the videos but adding my own hunger to it. I rode him, pushing past the soreness to chase the pleasure. My pussy clamped down on him with every downward thrust, while he watched me, guiding my movements and telling me exactly how to fuck him.

VEGARRO “VEGA” MORETTI

We were both still breathing hard, trying to catch our breaths. She had cum so many times that I lost count. I had managed to cum twice, because after the first time, I was still hard, still wanted what was mine.

Her glasses sat on the nightstand beside my watch, and her face rested against me. One of her legs was thrown across mine, and her fingertips moved over my skin, tracing the tattoos across my upper body with lazy little touches.

I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember what life had felt like before she started taking over every quiet part of mine.

Then she broke the silence.

“Can I see Dior?”

I chuckled because she knew exactly when to ask me that.

Sonnet lifted her head. Her hair was messy, her lips were swollen, and she had that sleepy, satisfied look on her face that made me want to start all over again.

“What’s funny?” she asked.

“You asking me that after you had me in here forgetting my own damn name because you sucking the shit out of my dick.” I dragged my hand down her back. “You can have anything after sucking my dick like that.”

Her eyes widened before she burst out laughing and buried her face against me. “Vega!”

She laughed harder, and I felt it against my body. That sound took the roughest parts of my day and made them feel far away for a few seconds.

When her laughter softened, I ran my hand over her hair. “Yeah, baby. You can see Dior. I know you miss him and you need something from home that ain’t tied to me, this house, or all the shit Roman brought to your life.”

“I’ll make sure it’s safe,” I continued. “We’ll do it the right way. But you’ll see him.”

She pressed a kiss to my skin. “Thank you.”

I didn’t answer right away because what was wild was that she felt like home to me now. The smart mouth, the glasses, the soft humming when she cooked, the way she argued with me and still curled into me when she got sleepy. Somehow, the woman I was supposed to hide had become the one person I wanted to show the world.

And that made killing Roman more important than ever.

I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

“Get some sleep,” I said.

“You’re not sleepy?”

“Nah.”

“What’s on your mind?”

My eyes stayed on the dark ceiling. “I’m too busy thinking about how to make sure nobody ever takes this from me.”

A WEEK LATER

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