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“How would I know that? It’s not like we talk.”
Chiara lets the unsaid words settle between us. Only she can enrage me one second and have me at a complete loss in the next.
“Why? Missed me?”
“In your dreams.”
I grip her chin, my ring finger imprinting into her cheek, and lift her face to me.
“You are mine, that pussy is mine as well.”
“Dream on.”
“You know who I am, what I do. Do not provoke me,cara, because you won’t like it.”
“What will you do, huh?” She pushes me off her, but I turn her around and press her into my chest, fingers digging into her waist.
“Kill him. Is that what you want?”
She shakes her head and gulps. At least she’s aware I am not bullshitting. Jealousy sucks rationality into its black hole. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been so eager to prove a point.
“I will never be yours.”
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, grazing her nipples with my fingers, which are hard as bullets, and she suppresses a moan.
“Are you wet?”
“No,” she whispers, lying through her teeth.
She just loves doing things the hard way. I back her into the door and bunch up her dress. I skim my fingers up her soft thigh, grazing her panties. Her breath hitches.
“You either tell me the truth or I will find out on my own.”
She stills, curiosity getting the best of her. Let’s up this game.
“If you’re wet, I will lick your pussy. Then you’ll know it belongs to me.”
“What?” I love her voice now, as if lust closed up her throat.
I slip my finger inside her panties, and she presses herself even harder to me, arching her back.
I nibble on her neck, and she tips her head to the side, offering me more. My insides roar in satisfaction. “All your firsts, all your lasts. Get used to that concept, because you will only be free of me when I fucking die. If you’re lucky, that will be soon.”
She stills, and I tip her face to me. I lower my lips on her soft, plump ones. I can’t wait to feast on her and bring her pleasure. This time, she moans freely, and I find her entrance, sleek and wet.
“Who’s a little liar?”
I snatch my finger away, and she lets out a sound of protest. I push her toward the couch, and she falls on all fours. My breathing turns heavier like the air, filled with dirty promises and carnal lust. I’m consumed by this potent mix of desire and madness. I want to be everything this woman craves.
“Turn around.”
She obeys, and fuck if it doesn’t do something crazy to me.
I part her legs and yank at the first two buttons of my dress shirt to gain some semblance of control, then drop to my knees behind her—a king facing his altar of worship. My hands tremble with want, pushing me to the point of sheer desperation.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you who owns you.”
