Page 338 of Valentino

She’s going to be so fucking wet for me.

Throbbing.

My hand squeezes tighter, my jerks become more violent.

“Carlo,” she snaps. “Don’t you dare fucking come without me.” She’s holding a dinner plate, lines of coke perfectly cut. “Let’s get this party started.”

She bends and takes the first one. “And then you…” she wipes her nose, “…are going to fuck me. All day and all night. We have so much lost time to make up for.” She passes it over. “Your turn.”

I’m fisting myself, fucking my cock, losing control.

The quicker I get the lines down, the quicker I get inside of her. I’m frantic, high on her scent. So ready to fuck my girl.

I snort that shit down.

Three lines.

One after the other.

We slam up against the wall, kissing, and the blow goes straight to my fucking head.

A rush of euphoria screams through my blood.

My heart races.

My senses scream….

Thump, thump…thump, thump…thump, thump…my heartbeat sounds in my ears.

Yes.

I need this.

I need all of this…and her.

A sudden pain shoots down my arm.

Anna steps back from me.

“Ahh, fuck.” I grip my chest as I stumble to the side.

What’s happening?

No.

I hold my chest as pain steals my breath.

No.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Anna smiles darkly. “Not feeling so great?”

She steps back from me.

My face falls. “What have you done?”

Pain screams through my body as the room spins.

“Arghh,” I cry, unbearable…fucking pain.