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“I’m going to kill...ahh.” To my shame, everything down there suddenly tightens up and bursts gloriously apart.
“Again,” he orders, before I can even draw breath back into my burning lungs. A threat. A brutal demand.
A third time? I couldn’t. My sex is oversensitized and his touch sends bolts of pleasure-pain coursing through me. I writhe against his hand, practically crying. Wishing it would stop but needing it to go on. I can’t think, can’t breathe. There’s only me and him and I’ve never felt so gloriously out of control.
“Do as you’re told, Mia. I’m not letting you up until you come again.”
Lazzaro thrusts hard against my ass through his sweats and his hot breath is on the back of my neck. The hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on has me pinned in place, and my body craves to give him what he wants. His brutal assault on my senses forces a third orgasm from me.
I press my face into the pillow and moan, wishing it didn’t feel so good to be so thoroughly humiliated.
My stepfather raggedly breathes into my ear, “Good fucking girl.”
I whimper as I come down and open my eyes to see his hand covering mine on the mattress. Slowly, his fingers curve around mine until he’s holding me tight. Lazzaro’s erection is still pressed so tight into my ass that he’s practically inside me. Maybe he’s going to pull my shorts to one side and impale me with what feels like a goddamn weapon.
Lazzaro lifts his weight off me, and he rolls onto his side, taking me with him. He stretches luxuriously, pressing his cock into the fleshy part of my ass.
“You can ride me if you like. Screwing your mom is so boring.” He draws the perverted syllables lovingly over his tongue. “She doesn’t squeal and wriggle around like you do.”
My nerve endings are raw, and I feel more exposed than if I were to be stark naked in front of the whole school. He’s sick, talking about having sex with Mom after forcing me to come. I didn’t think it was possible for a man as disgusting as him to exist in real life.
Lazzaro lifts a dark, sardonic brow. “Three orgasms usually earns me a thank-you. You get three from the idiot boys at your school?”
My ex-boyfriend couldn’t find my clit with a map and compass. “You’ve had your fun. Now get out.”
“Oh, I’m still having fun.” Lazzaro pushes his hand through his hair and grins down at me, taking in my flushed face, my disheveled hair and clothes. He’s actually proud of himself, the goddamn psycho. He hooks a finger into my pajama top, teasing along the neckline.
“Pull your shorts down and beg me to fuck you. You’re so wet, I’ll glide right in and be balls deep before you can moan my name.”
A swift, hot pang passes through me. The mental image of his naked body braced over me while my legs wrap around his hips explodes in my mind. It’s not hard to imagine because his cock is jutting forward in his sweats, the ridged head straining against the fabric. His black T-shirt has ridden up, exposing the taut muscles of his stomach and the line of dark hair from his belly button trailing down beneath his waistband. Our legs are tangled together, and this tight space created by our bodies smells like his warm skin and my pussy.
Down the hall, I hear a bathroom door close. My mom is the only other person in this house. Mymom. And I’m in bed with her husband.
I’m just as sick as Lazzaro.
I reel back and slap his hand away. “I will cut your balls off if you ever touch me again. Don’t you dare creep into my bedroom. Don’t even look at me from now on. Get. Out.”
But Lazzaro isn’t going. He just lays there grinning at me with his hard-on right there between us. I slide away from him and practically fall out of bed. This time he doesn’t stop me, and I grab the robe from the back of my door. The last thing I see before I run out of the room is Lazzaro settling down beneath my comforter and closing his eyes.
The house is dark and silent apart from my wild breathing. I head for the farthest corner of the house from Lazzaro, the living room downstairs, and curl up on the sofa beneath my robe.
What the hell just happened? That was ten kinds of fucked up and I should be screaming this house down. Instead, I’m lying on the couch with a drenched pussy and a heavy feeling on my tongue, like I already know the shape of my stepfather’s cock in my mouth.
I cover my head with fluffy white fabric and moan in horror. I’m going to sleep, and when I wake up, this will all have been a dream.
A nightmare.
And morning sunshine will make the memory fade away.
* * *
“Mia?Mia.”
I’m shaken roughly awake, and someone is digging their nails into my shoulder. I open my eyes and blink in confusion at Mom’s beautiful face, perfect with makeup and lush with beauty creams, frowning down at me. Mom never comes into my room unless she’s angry with me. First thing in the morning and I’ve already done something wrong?
“What are you doing down here?”
“Huh?” I sit up and look around, my gaze landing on the cream sofas, the vase of white peonies, and the spotless glass coffee table. Last night comes flooding back to me in a shameful rush. Waking up in my untidy but cozy bedroom with Lazzaro in my bed, barely putting up a fight while he ravaged my fully clothed body. Grinding against his fingers like a cat in heat.
