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He gives me a small, satisfied smile. “Good girl.”
My breath hitches, and I have to fight back a moan. If I’d been prepared for the words, they—probably—wouldn’t have hit me with such urgency, where I felt so much desire and need, but he’d caught me completely off guard. I shiver, biting my lip because I don’t dare speak.
He takes the hem of the dress and pushes it up, so it settles on my back. From the front, nothing is exposed. The mirror doesn’t reveal anything Victor is doing, but I can feel him draw my panties down my thighs. Then he strokes along the inside of my thigh and says, “Spread a little for me, love.”
As always, it’s a shock to my system to hear him call melove, and I don’t know what to make of it now any more than I have in the past. If anything, it’s more confusing than ever. Maybe that confusion is what makes me obey him, because before I even realize what I’m doing, I spread my legs and press a little harder against the mirror. “Victor…” I say, my voice ragged. “This isn’t a good idea.”
Not,I don’t want you.
Not,Get the fuck off of me.
What part of me isn’t broken from the times he’s pushed me to the edge?
“It isn’t,” Victor agrees as he undoes his belt. He slots himself against me again, and now I have the heat of his cock rubbing over my cunt. Victor leans forward to kiss my shoulder and adds, “Don’t make a sound. We wouldn’t want to draw anybody’s attention.”
How is it Angelo hasn’t interrupted yet? He knows what’s going on, he has to, but he’s still on the other side of the door—and what’s more, he’s beingquiet. It’s so un-Angelo-like that I’m briefly worried he wandered off.
But no. He wouldn’t go anywhere. He wouldn’t really leave me alone with Victor.
“Victor…” It’s half-plea, half-moan, and I’m not sure if I’m begging him to continue or to stop. “You can’t,” I whisper. “He…” Mortification rolls over me as I tell him, “Pavone touches me every day. Heinspectsme. He’d know if you fucked me.”
I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved that this will have to come to an end.
Victor snorts and bites my shoulder. “I’ll tell you a secret, Lucia. Unless you’re bleeding, he won’t know the difference. Your cunt isn’t going to get looser from my fucking you.”
I don’t know if that’s a dig at my sexual past, but before I can formulate a response, he drives in deeper, at a slow, excruciating pace.
I can’t help but moan, and his hand moves to cover my mouth in warning. This is dangerous, too dangerous. If Victor comes inside of me and Pavone decides to examine me before I can get in the shower…
Or if he examines me and doesn’t notice anything different at all. Despite the humiliation of his examinations, I might start laughing.
There’s no telling what he’d do to my mother and sister, let alone me, if I ever slipped like that.
My protests are silenced by Victor’s hand over my mouth, and after a moment, I simply… give in.
It’s a surprisingly slow fucking, but the slide of Victor’s cock along my inside walls feels astoundingly good. Different from how Angelo or Saint fuck me, but it drives me out of my mind just the same.
It’s so different than when Pavone fucks me, when I’m bored and having to fake it all, when I’m having to think about someone else, anyone else, to even get wet. For all his flaws—and there are so, so many—Victor knows how to touch me.
I hate that my body responds to him. I hate that my reflection shows me glassy eyed, sucking on Victor’s fingers. Sweat pools along my hairline, and when my body slides a bit on the mirror, I see the condensation there, too.
At least Victor doesn’t look unaffected. His eyes keep fluttering shut, and his breathing is heavy. In fact, he might be making even more noise than I am—especially when I start to suck his fingers properly, like I’m fellating his cock. I hear the choked back gasp and the deep groan.
Even though I know Victor will probably leave me high and dry after this, denying me the orgasm I want so badly, I keep going. I want him to come. I want him to remember that I still have power over him, even if he doesn’t want to believe I do.
His thrusts quicken, and my cheek soon presses against the mirror as he fucks me harder. I’m trying not to cry out, but I’m getting closer and closer to my own climax, and I want it. It’s only fair, after everything, isn’t it?
Victor withdraws his fingers, and I whine in response. My whine turns into a gasp when he slaps my ass lightly before winding his hand under the skirt and clumsily fumbling with my clit. He misses half the time, his fingers sliding around it instead, but it still heightens my pleasure.
“Lucia, love,come,”Victor whispers directly against my ear.
I’ve never been the type to be able to come on demand, especially with such a sloppy fingering, but I’m so close my body twitches. The fact that Victor’s even trying to get me off is a heady thing, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I focus on the pleasure, on the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out while his fingers valiantly make an effort at getting me off.
My climax takes me by surprise, and I inhale sharply, biting off the moan that tries to follow as I come. My cunt clenches around his cock, drawing him deeper, keeping him tightly inside of me, and my hands slide down the mirror a little as my knees go weak.
“Fuck,” Victor murmurs, and I can tell he’s close. I brace myself for his release.
To my surprise he pulls out entirely. I hear a few slaps of his hand against his cock, then the tell-tale groan of his orgasm. I understand why he pulled out, but I’m strangely disappointed.
