Page 11 of Lust


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I sheathe myself, then join her, stroking my hands over her thighs and down her legs. Gripping her ankles, I raise them to rest on my shoulders. She lets out a moan as I push inside, her cunt taking me inch by inch. She gyrates her hips, rising to meet my thrusts.

“You like this, Millie? Like the way my dick slides into your wet pussy?”

“Yes, Sal,” she replies. “I fucking love it. And you love the way my cunt feels, don’t you?”

Fuck. “Yes.”

“Stop holding back. Fuck me hard. Fast. Deep. I want every damn inch of you. I want to ache from your cock.”

Jesus. This woman.

I pound into her and don’t hold back, diving in as deep as I can possibly go, giving her what she wants.

Of all the women I’ve been with, none of them fit around me the way she does. She grips the sheets, trying her best to keep her moans muffled. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I dig my fingers into her hips and slam into her again and again until I come.

The temptation to collapse on the bed beside her, to hold her, is damn near overwhelming. Instead, I leave the bed and walk to my bathroom, disposing of the condom. When I return, she’s getting dressed. She picks up my clothes and brings them to me, grinning.

“I can definitely brainstorm now.”

I chuckle and slip my boxer briefs back on, not bothering with anything else.

Milana digs in my cabinet for a snack despite having just eaten only a few hours ago. She certainly isn’t one of those women who act like they can’t eat in front of a man. Opting for a bag of chips and a package of chocolate chip cookies?salty and sweet?she brings them to my couch and makes herself comfortable.

“Okay, so we need a menu and chefs who can cook it.”

“That’s a start.”

We do some research on the top restaurants in the area, jotting down notes on their most liked appetizers and entrees. Neither of us has any issue poaching their chefs. It’s nothing personal, after all. Our difficulty will be in finding a chef who can be bought and turn the other cheek at the fact they’re working for an underground casino.

“We have to find a pastry chef, too. Desserts are a must,” she says, excitedly. “I’ll reach out to these restaurants tomorrow and see who’s willing to jump ship.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Excellente.”

“Milana, be honest. Why do you want to do this?”

“Your father asked me to.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s not a valid reason. You wanted this before he ever asked.”

She nods. “I haven’t quite found my place since I came back. I'm not sure what to do with myself. We both know what our families are, what we do. It’s time I embraced that and stopped running from it.”

I hate that she’s right. Neither of us really had a chance of becoming someone else. The future wasn’t ours to plan.

11

Milana

Iwalk into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible. Salvatore is already halfway down the drive. I lean against the door, taking in a deep breath.

Holy shit. I fucked my best friend. Okay, we haven’t been close for a very long time. I haven’t seen him in years. We haven’t spoken either. We were just two adults who gave in to a carnal need. Who gave in to lust. There’s nothing wrong with that. Well, lust is a sin, but the things Salvatore did to my body were downright heavenly.

“Long night?” my father asks, flipping the light on.

“Yes, sir. I apologize for coming in so late. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Did you think I brought you back home so you could spend your timecazzo in girowith Salvatore Moretti?”

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