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No matter how good his fingers felt, and they were fucking amazing, I wasn’t going to stand here and listen to this. “I don’t need your fucking protection.”
I was stating the obvious, but he still didn’t seem to get it if his chuckle was anything to go by. I tried to buck him off of me, but all I managed to do was dislodge his fingers. He still cupped me there with one hand and yanked my head back by my hair with his other.
“You will accept it or—”
Throwing my elbow back, I managed to connect with his ribs, and he let out a growl. The gravelly sound sent another shiver racing down my spine. I went to make a beeline for the door, but he still had a grasp on my hair and was able to pull me hard against him. His heart was racing, and so was mine. My head was pulled so far back that I could feel the stretching of my neck muscles.
“You’ll stop being so defiant one of these days even if I have to fuck it out of you,” he warned.
I let out a throaty moan. “Do your worst.”
He chuckled again, then undid the belt on my robe. The silk parted and I was now completely naked and at his mercy. I didn’t have to worry about what he planned to do next because he slammed me against the stone wall once more, then spun me around. As I was turning, I realized exactly who lay encased there and smirked.
My tongue darted out as I swiped it across Stefano’s name, then I nearly bit it when Nazario thrust his fingers back inside of me. The marble was chilled beneath my tongue and while his body rested in something so cold, his soul was in deep in the pits of hell. My life for the last decade had been one except during times like this when another man I hated brought heaven to me, even if only for an orgasm or two.
“Does it turn you on to have me finger-fuck you in front of dear old Dad?” Nazario asked.
“Si,” I cried out. I was so damn close to coming, and as I let go of my anger and everything else, a keening cry left my lips.
Just a little more was all I needed, and he knew it, too. He pulled his hands away from me, and I turned. I stared at him incredulously. His eyes were so dark. One a deep forest color and the other nearly black. He was smirking at me as he looked down at my flushed face. I hated the way my body responded so easily for him. Nazario Vaccaro was my fucking weakness, and he knew it.
Caz—” I went to curse, but his mouth slammed over mine.
From there, everything I wanted to say and do vanished. As he stole every ounce of strength within me with his kiss, he also tore at my robe. Eventually, he got it off of me, all the while I was tugging down his pants. He helped me with them, and once the two of us were naked, his fingers returned to where they once were, and he attacked my G-spot with urgency.
NAZARIO
This woman was going to be the death of me. She drove me absolutely crazy. Touching her was like a drug, and I supposed there was no better spot to take her than right here in front of my father. Back when he was alive, I had fantasized and fucked the woman he wanted to make his wife, and in death, I was close to fulfilling the dreams he had; only she would be wearing my ring and not his. Everything that bastard held dear to him, I now had. His empire... his power... and even his mistress.
Turning my focus back to Viviana, I knew she was close. Her entire body trembled as she tried to hold on to that last thread of control. I didn’t want her to fight me on this, but she was, and it only made me work harder. I tore my mouth from hers and smirked ferally at her, then I lifted her leg to change the angle of penetration.
My fingers were much deeper now and the sharp intake of breath she let out only confirmed she felt every inch of them. Damn, I wanted to bury my cock inside of her, and I would, but not before I made her come harder than I ever had before with my fingers. Her breathing was growing more erratic, just as her patience was wearing thin. I loved exasperating her, a lot like she did to me. I also enjoyed arousing her, and right now, she was so fucking wet that her arousal dripped down my hand like honey. I added a fourth finger and had nearly gotten my thumb inside of her too when she shuddered violently as she came.
I waited for her to settle slightly, then I pulled my hand back. I brought my glistening fingers to her lips. “Open,” I ordered, and they slowly parted. I thrust them inside and growled when she tugged on each one as her venomous tongue licked them clean. I stared at her mouth, then looked lower. My eyes lingered on her full breasts which were rising and falling with each labored breath she took. I cupped one of them in my free hand, then lifted it as my mouth descended.
She cried out the moment I captured the hardened peak between my teeth and gave it a sharp pull. “Per favore,” she pleaded.
Viviana loved pain. She craved it. That was one of the reasons she was so fucking sassy. I laved attention on it, and when her body began to quiver, I moved on to the other one. I also pulled my fingers from her mouth and proceeded to roll the previously attended to nipple roughly between them. Her back arched and she was gasping loudly.
“You feel it, too,” I told her once I finally raised my head.
“Feel what?” she whispered as her eyes closed in bliss when I pinched the taut peak.
“This thing between us. What has always been there.”
“It’s called being horny,” she lied.
I hauled off and swatted at her breasts. “You love me.”
“I hate you.” She seethed.
“Do you?” I asked as one of my hands drifted lower again. She was still so fucking wet.
“Si.” Her eyes raised to mine, and I grinned wider while toying with her clit. I then cupped her sex roughly.
“Then I guess there’s only one thing to do,” I warned, even more turned on by the defiance shining inside of her where fear should’ve been.
“That is?”
