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I finish icing the cake and put it on a dish. So much for vegging out with carrot cake and Hallmark cozy mysteries.
“I prefer to stay here. Let you boys go have your fun.”
Stefano’s jaw ticks. “Get ready. That’s not a request.”
Annoyed, I remove the apron and toss it onto the counter. “I’ll be ready shortly.”
Shortly is thirty minutes. I put on some light makeup, leave my hair down in long waves, and slip on a sleek black dress and heels. Considering I’m not in the mood for an outing, I think I clean up well.
“Stunning,” Stefano says, holding out his arm for me. He leans in, nipping my earlobe. “I can’t wait to strip this off you later.”
His words do nothing to arouse me. I wish they did. I’m aching for a good orgasm. All the more reason I’m living in a damn nightmare.
We stop by to get Salvatore from the office. The two of them are always working. I suppose running an illegal casino and owning a share in dozens of businesses will keep you busy.
I ride in silence, allowing the two of them to talk while pretending not to listen. Salvatore thinks Stefano should make amends with Gilligan. Why? I’m not sure on that, but I assume it has something to do with Malcolm missing his thumbs.
Once inside the casino, I’m like a trophy at Stefano’s side. The men make lewd comments under their breath, thinking I don’t hear them talking about how lucky Stefano is to share his bed with me. Yeah, he gets to come. I suppose he is lucky.
When he starts talking business, I quietly excuse myself. I chat with some of the waitresses, ensuring everything is going well for them. I knew this would be a success, and I don’t even get to claim credit.
As if reading my mind, Salvatore walks up and says, “You did a good job.”
“Glad someone noticed.”
He laughs a little. “I always notice you, Milana.”
I clench my jaw. “Is that right? Did you notice me come all over your dad’s dick?”
I’m being vulgar and rude and just…fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I walk past him and out of the casino, straight to the elevator.
Everything I had, and hoped for, has been stripped from me as easily as my clothes. I’ve earned the right to be vulgar and rude. I’ve earned the right to say fuck it. Now, I just want to get the hell out of here.
“You were faking,” Salvatore accuses, catching the elevator door before it closes. Once it does, he presses a button, locking the doors.
“Was I?” I ask. “Oh God! Oh yes! Fuck! Oooh! Wait a minute. I made those sounds with you, didn’t I?”
Salvatore’s hand is around my throat in a split second, shoving me back against the elevator wall. He’s damn near trembling with anger but also aroused. His hard cock rubs my core. I do my best not to moan in ecstasy.
“You forget how well I know you, Millie,” he says, reaching between us to unbuckle his pants. “I know your eyes go a darker shade of green when you’re turned on. Just like they are now.”
He hikes my dress up and rips my panties off, letting the tattered lace fall to the floor. When he thrusts two fingers inside me, I whimper.
“And that. You whimper whenItouch your sweet pussy. And you groan whenIfuck it.”
He lifts me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist as he drives inside me. I groan. Just like he knew I would. He fucks me hard, wild, relentless. I love every damn second of it.
Yes, everything I had and hoped for has been stripped from me.
Except this.
I lose all track of time as he drives into me. All I know is I don’t ever want this to stop. My body reaches a crescendo, the orgasm sweeping over me. I moan out his name, and he does the same with his release.
My hair is a mess, breathing labored. He presses his forehead to mine, staying inside me while we both catch our breath. My heart pounds in my chest as he lowers me to the floor. My damn knees are wobbly.
“Fuck,” Salvatore mumbles, shaking his head.
That’s exactly what we did. Fuck. And it was incredible. I hate that he regrets it. I don’t. I can’t. Not when I needed it. Needed him.
