Page 91 of Savage Ambition

He moved at a grinding pace, building friction and leaving me desperate for more as his artificial breasts bounced with each movement.

I trailed my touch up his powerful thighs, feeling the muscles flex and quiver as he rode me. Tracing the lace tops of his stockings, I reached between us to wrap my hand around his hard cock. I stroked him in sync with his punishing pace.

He eventually pushed my hand away to take control of his own satisfaction, chasing his release with total focus.

An orgasm approached from somewhere deeper than physical pleasure, tearing through the foundations of my sexual identity. Every muscle in my body seized in a violent contraction. Pressure behind my balls crawled up my spine and exploded at the base of my skull. I dug my fingernails into his thighs, leaving half-moon marks as my hips pumped upward in harsh, desperate thrusts.

The first pulse hit hard as each spurt of cum confessed I wanted the illusion as much as the man beneath it. I cried out as Dante’s inner muscles clenched around me, milking the finish out of me with merciless force.

As the final tremor faded, I fell back against the mattress. Dante continued to ride me, claiming my body with a ruthless determination that left me both conquered and craving more.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

DANTE

Shaw’s face contorted in pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him. His fingers dug into my thighs, striking the exact spot where Renato had left his mark beneath my stockings. The sharp pain of the bite mingled with Shaw’s cock pulsing inside me.

“You enjoy seeing me like this, don’t you?” I asked, pitching my voice higher.

“So much,” he growled.

I continued riding him hard. My hands moved to my breasts, squeezing the silicone. I pinched where my nipples would be, throwing my head back with a loud, theatrical moan. “You want to play with them, don’t you? Go ahead. They’re yours tonight.”

His hands replaced mine, tentative at first, then growing bolder.

I shifted my hips, finding a deeper angle that tore a high, feminine gasp from me. My hand returned to my cock, stroking in time with my movements. “Only you make me feel this good.”

Shaw’s hands moved back to my thighs, gripping tightly as he thrust upward to meet me. His thumb dug directly into Renato’s bite mark. The sharp, unexpected pain made me cry out, my cock jerking in my grip as precum beaded at the tip.

“Do that again,” I demanded, guiding his hand to press harder against the hidden bruise.

His brow furrowed at my insistence, but he complied, squeezing my thigh right where I needed it. The secret knowledge that I carried another man’s brand while riding Shaw sent a twisted thrill through me. It was proof of my total corruption.

I rocked my hips in tight circles, grinding down while working my shaft. Without asking, he squeezed my thighs again, pressing on Renato’s foolish attempt at claiming his territory.

It was enough to trigger my orgasm. My back arched as cum spurted across Shaw’s stomach. I cried out, almost forgetting to use my effeminate affectation as I rode out my climax.

I collapsed forward, catching myself on my hands before making a mess of my corset. My wig created a curtain of blonde hair around our faces. He stared up at me, thoroughly dazed.

I stayed there for a moment, our breaths mingling as my cum cooled between our bodies. The stockings clung to my sweat-dampened thighs, the lace band pressing against Renato’s mark in a constant reminder of my divided loyalties. I should have felt traitorous, but they both appealed to such different parts of my soul that I couldn’t reconcile it.

I sat back, allowing his cock to slide out as I held his gaze.

A deep blush graced Shaw’s cheeks. “What?”

“Fuck, you look extra sexy when debauched.” The sight of my cum on his skin stirred something possessive inside me that enjoyed branding him as mine. But it was a painful fantasy. Nothing was ever mine when I belonged to Salvatore.

When he tried to draw me in, I evaded his grasp. My corset was worth more than some men paid for an entire night, and I wasn’t interested in staining it. I lay down beside him instead, curving my body against his.

He draped an arm over me, tugging me to his chest. “Sorry, I don’t want to move yet.”

With Shaw, I experienced a rare moment of peace that made me forget the cameras watching our every move. I closed my eyes, surrendering to his warmth despite knowing the vulnerability could cost us both.

His fingers traced aimless paths along my arm. I shivered and luxuriated in the intimate familiarity as he kissed my temple. I nearly drifted to sleep before he spoke. “We should probably shower.”

It was difficult to hold in my groan of protest as I sat up. “Sure, but you’ll have to settle for a bath.”

I led him to the bathroom, where the Moulin Rouge theme continued with lush crimson draperies covering the walls and a sparkling chandelier. The opulent gold tub gleamed with metallic luster in the center of the space.