Page 38 of The Last Vendetta

“On you,” she sneered. “He still thinks you killed my father.”

“You don’t believe me?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I want to. And that’s the only reason I’d be stupid. To want to believe you.”

“So, after I killed those guards for you,” I said, ripping her costume off, baring her completely. I grabbed the fabric to twine it around her hands. “After I saved your ass and got you out of there…” I unzipped and shoved my pants and boxers down. “And after I spared you from that sick fucker learning that you came to spy…”

I shoved her legs apart, hovering over her. Her pussy glistened, soaked with her arousal.

“This is the fucking thanks I get? Another accusation that I killed your father?” I slammed into her, sinking my cock in as far as it could go.

She arched back, groaning at the hard slide in. Even though she was slick, warm, and wet for my entrance, she’d never had a dick in her before. No one had ever impaled her like this.

“You think you can risk your life and be a spy,” I growled as I pulled out of her tight cunt. “And had the right to say you think I killed your father when I told you I didn’t?”

I slammed back in, watching her breasts jiggle with the force of my hips pounding against hers.

“Huh?” I grabbed her thighs, forcing them up. “That’s the thanks you want to give me for saving your life and rescuing you?”

“Fuck you.” She shook her head, breathing hard as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Fuck you, Renzo.”

I groaned, riled up even more at the way she’d still try to piss me off and push her luck. I fucked her harder but slower, making sure she felt every ounce of fury as I stretched her virgin cunt.

“I…” She moaned, trying to move against me. With me. “I’m supposed to be clean.”

A virgin. “Not anymore.” I grinned, slamming into her sweet pussy. “This cunt’s mine now.”

She shook her head. “I’ll never be yours.”

I lowered until I hovered over her body. “You’d rather have Nickolas claim you, then, huh?”

She sobbed, crying harder.

“Because that’s exactly what he would’ve done,” I threatened as I filled her, over and over. “He’d take you and ruin you.”

“Just like you are?” she demanded.

I stopped, staying still so deep inside her. Every pulse of her pussy spurred me to go faster and fuck her until I soaked her womb with my cum. Her breast rubbed against me, taunting me with her soft skin against my chest.

So small yet fierce, caught under me and wrapped around my dick.

She was perfect. And I wanted to keep her just like this.

“I didn’t kill Rocco,” I repeated.

“You didn’t have to fuck me to emphasize it.” She sniffled, staring up at me with glossy, angry eyes. “I didn’t think you did. But my uncle doesn’t know how to figure out what my family can do now. My father’s dead. My mother’s still messed up and in bed. Nothing is certain anymore.”

I watched her, mesmerized by the sheen of tears in her eyes. It wasn’t an act. Neither was the cream that dripped for me, the heat of her pussy sucking me in more.

“I’m desperate for answers.”

I was too. I wanted to uncover the truth about who was poisoning members of the Mafia.

“But now it doesn’t matter, does it?” She scowled at me, letting her hatred take over. “Now, I’m just damaged goods.” With her hands still bound and above her head, she was without options to shove me off.

I doubted she would. As I stayed still inside her cunt, I felt the tension of her body. Slowly sliding my hand over the curve of her ass, I held her tighter. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh, fuck you, Renzo. I didn’t want you to do this.”

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