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Renz rips his mouth from mine and shoves deep just as his hand slaps my clit piercing. My orgasm slams into me like a freight train and the force of it pushes him over the edge with me.
“Holy shit, Kitten, fuck, you’re strangling my cock. You’re squeezing me so fucking hard, baby,” he grits out, holding my body to him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. “Take it, Violet. Take my fucking cum, every single drop.” Renz latches onto my neck, biting down hard sending another aftershock through me. Both of our bodies are covered in sweat and shaking but still, he doesn’t release me.
“Don’t leave me out,” he whispers in a rare show of vulnerability. His voice cracks and my heart squeezes painfully.
“Never,” I immediately say back. It dawns on me then, what this was really about. Silly boy. If only he would open his eyes, he would realize that I want all three of them. I need them. Even when I’m angry and heartbroken, I still want them. We have a lot to work on and I have no doubt our future will be difficult but if they keep letting me in, I know we can make it.
We sit there, clinging to one another and panting for countless long minutes before finally, Renz kisses the side of my throat and slowly pulls out. A mixture of our combined releases slides out with his cock, making him groan.
“Fuck, why is that so hot?” he murmurs with a chuckle before sliding my panties back in place. He squeezes my pussy and gives it a tap as if to make sure his cum stays inside of me.
God fucking damnit. Guess I’m 0-3 with the safe sex decision.
Renz climbs to his feet before helping me up. He quickly yanks off his sweater, leaving him in only a t-shirt, and bends to wipe off my thighs, but his phone going off interrupts him. He gives me an apologetic look and glances down at the screen. Whatever he sees has him swearing with a scowl.
“Fuck, Kitten. Give me a second, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” He hands me his sweater and kisses my forehead before stepping away into the darkness. Groaning, I bend down and quickly clean up the mess we made, internally chastising myself for fucking up, yet again.
I thought we just had this chat, Violet. Safe sex is smart sex.
Either these men have no fucks to give where condoms are concerned, or their self-control is just as shitty as mine. I use his already dirty sweater to clean up as much of my dirt-caked skin as I possibly can in the darkness. I probably look an absolute mess, but the post-orgasm high is still riding me, and I can’t find the energy to care about appearances right now.
I toss his sweater over my shoulder and begin to feel around for my missing purse. I’d dropped it at some point in…. well, whateverthatwas.
Holy shit, did I seriously just get fucked within an inch of my life in the middle of Central Park? Raw and in the dirt? Did Renz seriously chase me and then claim me like some sort of primal beast?
Yes. Yes, he did, and yes, I did. Shit, that was incredible.
The sound of footsteps alerts me to Ren’s return just as I drop to my knees to continue my search. “Renz, can you shine the light from your phone over here? I lost my—”
“Renz had to go run an errand. He asked me to take you home,” a deep voice drawls. I jump and spin to face the intruder. It’s too dark to see much, but the voice, it’s familiar. Very familiar.
Slightly accented, creepy…
I scamper to my feet and back up slowly. My eyes dart from side to side looking for an escape.Where is Renz?The man steps forward, and some of the darkened sunlight filters through the dense cover of the trees, exposing his face. Deep tan skin, heavy wrinkles, greasy grey hair, beady black eyes. The man from earlier. The one who bumped into me.
“You.”
EVERYTHING I WANTED-BILLIE EILISH
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Hechuckles,takinganotherstep forward. I retreat. Again and again, every time he edges forward until my back hits a tree. Panic begins to claw its way up my throat as I become trapped in this man’s web.
“Yes,me,”he smiles, showing off ugly, yellow-stained teeth. The look in his eyes is that of a predator hunting his prey and I find that the feeling of this man hunting me isnothinglike the feeling of Renz chasing me. “Scream, and you die.”
His last words are punctuated with the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked. My eyes drop down and find him pointing one, directly at my stomach. Oh, fuck.
“Wh-what do you wa-want?” I stutter. “Wh-where is Renz?”
“Aww, don’t sound so scared, little rabbit. Surely you must have an idea by now, hmm?” The man closes the distance between us, stopping right in front of me. Now that we’re no longer in a crowd, his scent wafts over me and I nearly gag. Vodka, cigarettes, sweat, and something else. Something foul and sour.
“My nephew has always been such a bore. Even as a child, he was always strictly business. So, consider me surprised when I found out he finally got himself a little whore to play with.” He chuckles again as he reaches his meaty finger up to my face. He traces a line down my cheek, and I’m too stunned to do anything to stop him, even as revulsion fills me. “And such a pretty whore, at that.”
His unwanted touch finally shakes me from the terror-filled fog consuming me and my head jerks to the side. His words filter through and something inside of me clicks. Nephew? Holy shit. My eyes widen, but I quickly mask my shock.
Play along, Violet. He clearly likes to talk. Make him talk.
“You’re Matteo.” It’s not a question, but he answers anyway. If he’s surprised that I know who he is, he doesn’t show it. If anything, he looks cocky, proud even.
