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“You came here because you feel what I do.”
His answer was correct, but I certainly couldn’t let him know that. After all, I was his father’s mistress so I was off-limits to him. Stefano would kill us both and not bat an eye. Despite knowing that, I allowed Nazario to trace the shell of my ear with his tongue, then moaned as he nibbled on the lobe.
My thong was getting damper by the minute, and I suspected he knew that too because his hands moved to the front of me while he kept me imprisoned with his body alone. They found the strap to my robe, and I could barely even remember to breathe, much less tell him to stop, because the truth was that I didn’t want him to. Stefano had told me he would be at the club late, and I knew what they meant. He would expect me to be up waiting for him, and tonight, there was no telling what type of depravities he wanted to take out on me.
“I need to go,” I managed to eek out just before his hand slid between my legs. I squeezed my thighs closed, but he was able to wedge them apart enough to find what I wanted to hide from him.
I flinched at the feel of his fingers sliding along my slit. His mouth was still wreaking havoc on my self-control, and now his fingers were threatening to weaken me further. “You’re so wet.”
I had learned how the Vaccaro men talked, and dirty was at the very top of that list. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I finally replied to his obvious statement. Of course, I was wet. He was stroking my pussy while biting my neck.
I had planned to play coy, but what was the use. His father could physically get me off, and usually after I imagined his son instead, so there was no need to act innocent. I was a sensual woman, and while only here for vengeance, it didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun on the side. I didn’t love Stefano Vaccaro. Hell, I didn’t even like him. I hated him. There were never any promises made nor did I plan to have a future with him. I didn’t intend to allow him to live much longer. What harm would there really be in giving in to passion.
“Cazzo, you’re also so tight,” he told me the moment he thrust two fingers inside of me.
His were longer, and a little wider than Stefano’s and remembering him that night at the bar, I had to ask, “Did you wish that it was you?”
“Me, what?” he asked as he trailed kisses from my neck to my shoulder.
“Did you wish that it was your fingers inside of me? Did you want to trade places with him, especially when I came all over them. So wet... so hot... so—”
Before I could get another word out, his fingers were gone, and I was in his arms. He carried me over to his bed and dropped me on top of it. I could see how dark both of his different-colored eyes had gotten and when he removed his shirt, I stared up at the most glorious sight I had ever seen. Hard chiseled muscle as far as the eye could see. There were some noticeable scars which I assume came with his lifestyle, and the dark ink that crept up his tanned arms. There was a lion from his wrist to elbow, and something else just below his shoulder that I couldn’t make out.
His muscles rippled, especially when he tore at his sweats. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock as it bobbed against his stomach once his pants were gone. I wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised that he went commando, but I was glad that he did. He leaned over me, and in a flash, my thong was gone. My bra soon followed, and I shook my head when he went to take my robe, too.
I didn’t know why I was even concerned about it when I should’ve been ending whatever this was between us. There was something there, however, and maybe in a different world or a different life... No, I stopped myself from thinking about that at all. If there had been something other than this nightmare I’d been in over the last decade, I would be the doctor that I had always dreamed of becoming and more focused on healing people than the bitter, revenge fueled woman dead set on ending lives, instead of saving them. Oh, how the naïve had fallen.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and give us both what we’ve been wanting,” he warned and that promise made me whimper.
Nazario covered my body with his, but he didn’t thrust into me as I had hoped. Instead, he smirked as he teased me. I was too far gone in this moment to give a damn, though. He was incinerating my control and I loved every second of it, rubbing myself wantonly against him. He could distract me with just a kiss and weaken me with his touch. The longer I allowed this charade to play on, the more he’d destroy me in the end.
I knew it. And, he knew it, too. Yet, when the tip of his cock pierced my opening, I welcomed him, and the world of hurt that would follow. “Yes, Naz. Fuck me!”
Those large hands of his spread my thighs even farther apart and held them roughly causing pain to skyrocket down each of my legs. Still, I pushed forward needing to feel every inch of him inside me.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.
I felt his shaft as it split me open, the pain morphing into a pleasure I’d never felt before. Did I actually think he’d destroy me afterward? I underestimated him because once he was fully seated and I looked into eyes as dark as coal, I realized that he already had.
Our eyes stay locked together even when he started to move. Enter. Retreat. Enter. Retreat. It went on forever and every second that passed only unraveled me that much more. I was lost in the moment. Every nerve ending in my body was aflame, and when his dark shadow fell over my body once more, he stopped.
“What are you d—” I went to ask, only to be interrupted.
“I want you to promise me something,” he said, his voice low and terse.
“And I want you to fuck me,” I told him, grinding my hips trying to make him move. He was as impenetrable as the concrete walls surrounding this estate.
“First, a promise,” he responded.
“What,” I whimpered in frustration.
“I want you to promise that when we’re done, you’ll go anywhere but here.”
Suddenly, I realized what he hoped to accomplish with this seduction attempt. My own need to climax could easily be remedied by myself so I pushed at his chest. He was unmovable and when my eyes reached his again, I saw the amusement in those darkened depths.
“No,” I told him, insolently.
“No?” he asked, slowly pulling out. He kept my gaze pinned to his, then slammed forward.
