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She thinks about this for a long time. “I was brought up Catholic. Mom took her faith seriously. Love thy neighbor. Forgive those who trespass against you.” Chiara stares straight ahead, her eyes burning. “If the choice is between Dad facing no consequences for what he’s done or some vigilante justice, then he should be murdered in a back alley.”
I sense a question on the tip of her tongue.
But she doesn’t ask it, and so I scoop her up in my arms.
Her blue eyes open wide and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Where are we going?”
“My bed. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
A pink flush blooms across Chiara’s cheeks as I set her on her feet at the end of my bed. “Three men in about as many days,” she whispers. “I’ve imagined explaining to my old friend Nicole what’s been happening since I came here. We haven’t been friends in a long time but I still talk to her in my head sometimes. You know those friends you’re just not ready to give up on?”
“Yes. I know.”
Chiara strokes the collar of my shirt. “She’s the most level-headed and traditional person, and no matter how I go about pretend-telling her that three men are touching me and undressing me and making me come, she disapproves utterly.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
In answer, Chiara comes up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. I freeze, and my hands lock on her wrists.
“Sorry. Do you not like that?” When I don’t reply, she presses her lips to mine again, soft, fluttering kisses like the brush of butterfly wings. Each one burns through me like an ache.
“You’re killing me,bambina.”
“Do you want me to stop?” she echoes.
I take her face in my hands. “Never.”
I slant my mouth over hers and kiss her hard. I take the kiss that I’ve been thinking about for a year. Her lips are plush and yield to mine, and she opens her mouth for my tongue. While she undoes the buttons of my shirt, I pull the clothes from her body and take greedy handfuls of her. Her plump little ass. Her breasts. All mine, I think selfishly. I’m happy to share, I love to watch, but just sometimes, I want her to be all mine.
I pull her up onto the bed and her naked thighs slip around my hips as I nudge at her entrance with the tip of my cock. She gets wet so fast, and my resolution to take this slow flies out the window as she gazes up at me with needy eyes.
I grasp the base of my cock and sink into her.
Chiara breathes in sharply. “Cassius, oh my fucking god.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Stop and I’ll kill you. But do you have to be so much?”
I look at her small hands pressed against the dark hair on my chest. Her slender thighs wrapped around my hips as I thrust into her. “This is as much as I am. Relax,bambina, and let me fuck you like I need to.”
I ease up a little, not pushing quite so deep for a few strokes so she can take deep breaths and let her body go supple.
“That’s it,” I murmur coaxingly. “Good girl. Aren’t you pretty stuffed full of my cock?”
Chiara moans and rolls her hips. “You have the cutest dirty talk.”
I laugh softly. “It’s just what you inspire,bambina. I’ve been aching to touch you like this for a year. I’ve watched you with the others and it’s been making me crazy.”
“Jealous crazy?” she asks.
Jealousy is when someone is stealing what you believe should belong to you, but never did. Chiara belongs to all of us, and we could never take her away from each other. Even when she’s in here with me, in my bed, she’s still ours, not mine.
“I felt impatient. And envious as hell when I saw Scava balls deep in you. You were both insanely hot for each other. That moment looked perfect.”
“He had a gun to my head,” she points out with a moan, as I thrust deeper, her head tipping back.
“Maybe you like that, too. You like me pushing your limits, don’t you,bambina? Look.” I cradle her head and lift it so she can see how much of me is buried inside her.
