Page 68 of See Me After Class

I noticed their eyes flicker on Mama's reddened cheeks. "Sophia," Zia Rosa, the family's matriarch, with her silver hair like a crown dipped in moonlight, spoke in a voice mimicking the rustling of leaves. "What has happened now?"

Her chin trembled. "It's nothing, Zia," she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.

But the truth, a painful knot coiled in her throat, refused to be silenced. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "He… he lied again," she choked out, the words rugged and raw. "He swore he'd leave her, but he was at her shop today, and they… I saw them kissing!"

A gasp rippled through the room. The aunts huddled closer, their faces grim masks of disapproval. Uncle Vincenzo, his face thunderous, slammed his fist on the table. "That good-for-nothing gigolo! He brings shame to the name!"

I, pressed against the wall, felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. I had seen this scene play out before. But today, something felt different. The anger was sharper.

Mama, her voice rising, her fists clenched, shook her head. "No more," she declared, her voice cracking but resolute. "No more lies, no more promises, no more pretending. I'm done."

But of course, she wasn't. Mama was good for a week following this incident. Then, Father returned and wooed herjust as easily as he had a hundred times before. Years passed, six to be exact, before Father grew entirely bored of her and stopped coming around.

Life hardened Mama and turned her into something blunt. She ultimately ended up detesting Antonio Vincenzo and everything that reminded her of him.

I, unfortunately, topped that list. But then again, it was good learning.

Mama taught me that love, much like the sun, could scorch. Sometimes, it left scars that never healed. When I left Italy on a scholarship to the States, I promised myself never to make the same mistakes she did. I'd never let love break me. Ever.

The Present Day

Time had passed, and here she was, with her sultry green eyes and her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. She looked so deliciously fuckable, maybe more so after she'd ridden Viktor to his apparent end. He looked like he'd just met God.

And I felt like I'd forgotten what my childhood had compelled me to learn.

My heart beat faster at the sight of her nakedness, memories of my mother's torment fading into the background.

"Come here," she urged hungrily.

Her body was hot against mine as I gathered her in my arms.

"Take your clothes off," she commanded huskily.

Your wish is my command.

Clothes gone, heart bared, I kissed her with wild abandon. Her scent intoxicated me, telling stories drenched in vanilla and flowers.

Without a word, I guided her toward the jet stream shower, my cock throbbing in anticipation. She smiled like a feral wildcatas I stepped inside and pulled her with me. My hand went to the curtain.

"Leave it," she said immediately, her eyes flickering to John and Viktor. "I want them to see."

Somehow, that didn't hurt me. There was something doubly exciting about fucking with an audience, all hungry for whom I had in my arms.

My heart thundered as she reached for my erection, cupping her delicate palm around it, stroking it up and down before she leaned down to wrap her tongue around the head, tasting me.

"You're so big," she whispered, her breath hot against my shaft.

I didn't reply, lost in the sensation. I let her fuck me with that mouth of hers until I knew I'd explode if it lasted a second longer. At that moment, I pulled her up and assumed the same position she had held.

Kneeling between her thighs, I traced the outline of her slit with my tongue, my breath fanning over her folds as I looked up at her.

"Taste you," I rasped. I licked desperately, led on by a stream of moans and her hips bucking against my mouth as she fed me her juices. She grabbed onto my shoulders, pushing me away. "I need you inside me," she said.

I stood up and pressed her against the shower wall. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around my waist, hooking me in as I slowly entered her until I filled her tight, wet, perfect core completely. She let out a guttural moan as I began fucking her, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. My thrusts were slow and deliberate, hitting every spot as hot water crashed against and on us.

The lust in Dessie's eyes was unmistakable. Her hands snaked around my back. "Fuck me harder, Dr. Vincenzo. Now." Her nails dug into my skin.

Her body was a perfect fit for mine, and our mouths fused in a messy, desperate kiss as my hard length ravaged her. I dragged my tongue along her lower lip and growled, "Never ask so nicely if you don't mean it, Dr. Davenport."

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