Page 39 of The Last Vendetta

“No?” I grinned, pulling out and relishing the slow, throaty moan of need she couldn’t keep in.

“I don’t want?—”

I thrust into her harder, stealing her breath. “No,” I got out from my clenched teeth as I fucked her. She felt too good. I didn’t want it to be over too soon, but I wouldn’t last. “Your line is supposed to be thank you, Renzo.”

She growled, futilely pushing her hips up to match me thrust for thrust.

“You should tell me thanks for saving your life.”

Her breasts bounced faster, and I wished I could delay her orgasm.

“You should be appreciative that I got you out of there.”

A long, sexy groan left her lips as I sped up and ground over her clit.

“And you should say yes, do what you want with me.”

She tensed. All her muscles locked down as she neared her orgasm. As her face contorted into a grimace, I dug my fingers into her ass and drove in her wet heat even harder.

“Please,” she begged on a frantic exhale. “Please, Renzo.”

With the first wave of her pussy clenching my dick, I faltered. Her orgasm seemed to sweep through her, making her thighs tremble and her feet shake. And still, I kept at it, fucking her like my life depended on shattering her to pieces.

A short scream heralded her climax. Then with another hasty inhale, she cried out louder.

That was all it took. Hearing her come and lose to the bliss of the release, I followed right after her.

All those days and nights since I first touched her at the wedding had finally come to an end. Our epic buildup of need and desire exploded.

We’d crashed and burned, coming together in such a mind-blowing release that I wasn’t sure which way was up any longer, where she began and I ended.

We were one now, fused through anger and joined with lust.

And I’d be damned if she tried to fight me on this connection ever again.

13

GIULIA

Giulia

Renzo’s phone rang before he could pull his throbbing dick out of me. He groaned as he jerked inside me and his cum filled me.

I lay there, stunned by what happened.

He’d taken me, so roughly and suddenly, pushed to action by both fury and desire.

Renzo had fucked me without thinking, without asking me first.

I was no longer a virgin. I was claimed, and by a man who couldn’t keep me.

He growled as he dropped his head to my shoulder. Breathing hard from the exertion of fucking me, he delayed in getting up and let the ringtone continue.

“That had better not be Gio.” He pulled out of me quickly, and I hissed at the sting of slight pain. Standing next to the bed, he looked down at me with an unreadable expression on his face, almost as though he couldn’t believe that he’d just fucked me.

“I don’t know how Luka ever dealt with this shit. Always on. Always something to do, somebody wanting something.” He rubbed his hand over his face, standing tall and proud.

Naked, with his dick shiny from our cum. A hint of red showed on his penis too.

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