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I moan, burying my fingers in his hair. I’m torn between wanting to pull him closer and push him away, not sure I can stand the intense feelings he’s evoking in me. The game doesn’t even matter anymore. I don’t care who I am, who he is. I care only that he’s incredibly deft with his tongue, and each stroke of it brings me closer to climax.

The sounds I make get more and more strangled as he licks and sucks my over-sensitive clit. Then he pushes a finger into me, and my body spasms, on the very edge of coming. It happened so quickly that I don’t even have time to be bothered by it. All I know is that I’m about to be sent flying, and I let out a choked cry as pleasure spills over me.

He’s quick to move atop me, burying himself inside of me with one quick thrust as my cunt tightens and flexes around him. It’s his turn to moan, and he leans in to kiss me. It’s so fierce, and I’m so dazed, that I barely even notice the taste of myself on his lips and tongue.

I don’t care.

His cock hits the perfect spot each time, and my nails dig into his back as I hold him against me. Between his kisses and his strokes, the way his warm skin feels against me… I can’t help it. I come again, and this time, he chases me over the edge.

For several long moments, the only sound is that of us trying to catch our breath. I don’t want to break the relative silence, afraid I might say something to ruin this perfect bubble I’ve somehow brought us into. I just lie back, still clutching him.

He kisses my shoulder a few times before pulling out of me, but I still don’t let go. I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want to be alone.

Giulio flops down next to me after several moments, pulling me tight, and fumbles for the blanket. I press myself against his chest, hating that it makes me feel safe even when I know he’s the biggest danger to me.

After another few minutes of us lying on the mattress, Giulio finally says, “This is fucking uncomfortable. You should get a real bed in here.”

I can’t help it. I snort. “Yeah. I’ll tell the management to get on that right away,” I say before I can stop myself from speaking.

He laughs too, and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll put in a formal complaint. And I can’t believe they leave you here without a proper blanket.”

I don’t know what to say about that. How much is he joking, and how much is he really being serious? It’s not like he’s ever stayed the night with me at Ntimacy, to realize just how cold and uncomfortable it gets, especially when you’re alone. “I make do,” I finally say. “You can… you can go,” I say reluctantly. “I know it’s not comfortable.”

Giulio yawns loudly. “Nah. Too tired to move.” He briefly tightens his hold on me, but he doesn’t say anything more beyond that.

I still don’t know if I’ve done well, if this is what he wanted from me. I wish he’d offer some sort of reassurance, and I’m too nervous to ask for it. Instead, I cuddle up to him, wondering when the hell I’d started to feel so conflicted about him.

20

GIULIO

I really was exhausted, because I’d managed to sleep on the hard mattress with just the one blanket to cover me. Vanessa’s warmth helped, but it’s also the lack of her warmth that wakes me.

I grumble and reach for her—there isn’t exactly anywhere for her to go on this tiny mattress—but she’s not there.

Annoyed, I open my eyes, ready to call her out on abandoning me. Except she isn’t cowering in a corner somewhere.

She’s kneeling in front of the toilet, heaving hard, her entire body trembling.

“Vanessa?” I sit up and check my phone. Six in the morning. Great. At least I’d gotten a few hours of sleep, but I’d rather be sleeping more. “You all right?”

She gags, her chest heaving, and she doesn’t turn to look at me. “I thought you shopped at the high-end places,” she manages to get out before retching again. “That ceviche… I should’ve known better than to eat it.”

“It’s never made me sick,” I tell her. “And I really did buy that for myself. You’re the one who stole it all from me.” Not that I cared either way, but it’s kind of funny to see her blaming the food she’d devoured last night.

“Lucky for you,” she says, coughing several times. “You should be grateful I did, or you—” Another unflattering retching sound. “Or you’d be the one over here on your knees.”

I chuckle and tap on my phone. “Yeah? That sounds almost kinky.”

When was Vanessa’s last period, I type.

“It’s not,” Vanessa says, her voice muffled but miserable. “There’s nothing even remotely kinky about this.”

If Damien’s smart, he’s still sleeping, but I’m not surprised when I get a response almost immediately.

Six weeks ago.

Hmm. I glance back at Vanessa, who is still heaving.

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