Page 17 of Fractured Devotion

“Does it feel like this when Andrei shoves his cock inside you, Carmela?”

“Alex…” She clawed at my back. “Don’t do this… please… I’m sorry.”

“Tell me, Carmela,”—ripping away her panties, I quickly freed my dick from my pants—“does he fuck you like I can?” I shoved myself inside her as I took her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she cried out. “Please… not like this.”

“I don’t care what you’ve done, Carmela… I don’t care how many cocks you’ve taken inside this sweet cunt. All I care about is that you’re not dead.” I pulled out and slammed back inside her channel. “Fuck, baby.” I glanced down to where I was buried inside her. “Look at how we fit together, Carmela, and tell me you don’t belong to me.”

“Alex…” She clenched her eyes shut as her tears streamed down her face. Her pussy convulsed around my shaft as I pounded into her.

“You might be fucking Andrei… but you’ll always be mine. Now, yesterday, tomorrow. No more running, Carmela.”

Her body tensed, and her nails burrowed into my back as her walls clamped down around my shaft. She cried out from the orgasm that stole her breath as I continued to thrust into her, burying my dick as deep as I could go. With one last jerk, I painted her womb with my cum. Releasing my hold on her, Carmela’s legs dropped to the ground, my softened cock slipping out of her as I tried to catch my breath.

Pushing away from me, Carmela darted under my arm. Regaining my senses, I turned and reached out to touch her. “Carmela?—”

“Don’t.” She slapped my hand away. “I thought you were dead… the last nine months, the only thing keeping me on this earth was the need for vengeance for that bastard taking the only man I ever loved. Never in a million years did I consider that you might have survived that fall, Alex. And now, by some miracle, you’re here, and you treated me no different from the men I’ve used. The men who think I’m nothing but a whore. The same men whose lives I take to avenge the man I thought I lost.” She stepped around me and jerked open the door. Pausing, she glanced over her shoulder,

“I wish you were dead. Because the pain I felt believing you died that day is nothing like the pain I feel in this very moment.”

The door slamming was like a gunshot to my chest. I couldn’t breathe, nor could I move. What the fuck had I just done? I’d just fucked the woman I loved like she was some kind of whore—like she wasn’t my everything.

“Fuck!” I bellowed into the empty room, fisting my hair.

Stuffing my dick back into my pants, I bent down and snatched up her torn panties. Shoving them into my pocket, I stormed out of the room. I’d barely made it down the hall when Vincenzo blocked my path.

“What the fuck did you do?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tried to move around him, but he stepped in front of me.

“Carmela.” Her name on his lips snapped me from my thoughts.

Glancing at his face, I saw it—he knew she was alive.

“How long?”

Blowing out a breath, he replied, “Not long. I found her leaving Drosky’s hotel room.”

“Sofia was right—she’s the Angel of Mercy.”

“Yeah.” Vincenzo scrubbed his face. “I haven’t told the others.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Because I was going to tell you first, but it seems you’ve beaten me to the punch. So, I’ll ask again… What. Did. You. Do?”

“Fucked up. I let my anger take over and did something I’m not sure I can fix.”

Vincenzo narrowed his eyes at me. “She’s alive, so anything can be fixed.”

“I’m not sure… but that’s not going to matter if we let her do what she has planned.”

“And what exactly does she have planned?”

“She’s using Andrei to get to Lipovsky.”

“Fuck.”

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