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I buck in his arms until his hand lands on my pussy and his fingers curl to cup my sex over my pajama shorts. I inhale sharply. “What are you doing?”
“Ride my fingers.”
“Go to hell,” I say through my gritted teeth. My whole body is rigid as I wait for him to continue my humiliation. Grow bolder. Become an even worse man by invading my clothing. But Lazzaro doesn’t move. Instead, he laughs softly, and I see in our reflection that he closes his eyes and relaxes.
“Whatever. They’re there if you need them.”
And Lazzaro goes to sleep, leaving his fingers right where they are, tucked against my sex. My heart pounds, and my chest feels like it’s about to explode. I take as deep a breath as I can, locked in the cage of Lazzaro’s arms. I’ll wait until he’s asleep and then get the hell out of here.
My eyes focus on our reflection. I’m flat-chested and straight-waisted, and I have never felt sexy. But I look different in Lazzaro’s big arms with his muscular forearm draped around my middle, and I feel a little bit precious with his sleep-softened face pressed into the side of my neck. He looks as rough and scary as always, but the way he’s curled around me seems... protective. Possessive.
Like I’m wanted for a change.
My gaze sweeps down his body, from the hard planes of his face and jaw to his shoulder looming over mine. The bumps of his ribs beneath his T-shirt and the inch of warm, tanned skin where his top has ridden up his belly. Lazzaro always looks too big to be allowed, but right now his bigness seems just right. My heart pounds and my stomach is alive with fluttering. I shift slightly in his arms and feel the unmistakable sensation of wetness between my legs and against his fingers through my thin cotton shorts.
And because I’m wet and slippery, the pressure of his fingers against my clit feelsamazing. Lazzaro is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, but he’s also stupidly hot, and I hate him even more because of it. Every time he smirks at me, I can tell he’s thinking how great he is.
Barely realizing I’m doing it, I rotate my hips in slow circles. My eyes drift closed as the tiny movements cause a tidal wave of sensation to crash through me. I’ve masturbated plenty of times before, and the results have been swift but unsatisfying. Mechanically, everything works as it’s supposed to, but something was always missing.
Someone to fantasize about.
My eyes snap open and fasten on Lazzaro’s sleeping face. Mom’s husband isnotthe object of my desires. That’s just sick. But he is aggressively masculine and smells like sin, two things I crave, apparently, because my hips are still moving on their own. Back and forth on Lazzaro’s fingers. I let out a soft pant as the sensations kick up a notch.
I’ll stop.
I will.
This is so fucked up and wrong.
But so is he for coming in here.
Lazzaro’s arms are painfully tight around me, and his hard-on is wedged tight in my ass. The room is dark, and my core is so molten hot that reality starts to slide out of my grasp. There’s just pleasure and a man’s strong fingers against my pussy, and the memory of his sultry voice breathing in my ear,Ride my fingers.
I let out the tiniest of whimpers, but Lazzaro’s breathing stays deep and even. He has no idea what’s happening, and I’m close—so close—and I can’t make myself stop. It’s never felt this good before, and I have to discover what’s waiting for me on the other side of this delicious feeling. Just a little more... just a little more... I want... Ineed...
Heat and pleasure rise up and crash over me. My body flexes in Lazzaro’s strong arms as I hurtle beyond all conscious thought and straight into pure pleasure.
That was better than anything I’ve felt in my entire life.
I suck in a deep breath and open my eyes.
Lazzaro is awake and staring at me, his expression absolutely feral.
Fear lashes through me, and I yelp, grabbing hold of his taut forearms and clinging to him, even though he’s the one I’m afraid of.
“I wasn’t...” I start to say in a high-pitched, panicked voice.
With a growl, Lazzaro rolls on top of me. His bulk pins me face first to the mattress and his hot breath seethes in my ear. “Again.”
My eyes open wide. Lazzaro’s fingers are still tight against my clit. With his feet, he forces my legs open and thrusts his hips down, pushing my pussy against his fingers.
“What? No—”
My clit rolls against his hand, and I moan as pure pleasure builds inside me again. He keeps rhythmically thrusting himself against my ass while he moves his fingers in acome heremotion.
“Stop that,” I buzz angrily into the mattress. I try to buck him off, but he’s too heavy, and I only succeed in working myself harder against his fingers. I can’t possibly come again. Not so soon. Surely bodies aren’t built that way, but to my horror, heat and pleasure are mounting within me. I feel him through layers of fabric like we’re completely naked. His cock against my ass. His fingers on my clit. He’s breathing hard in my ear like we really are screwing.
“Come on, Mia. Show me how bad girls get off in the middle of the night.”
