Page 6 of The Last Vendetta

Again, Giulia hissed, her sharp gaze searing me and taunting me. Her whisper should’ve warned me off. She spoke defensively, as hostile as ever.

But the second I slammed my lips to hers, she melted under my touch.

If she wanted to hide, I’d help. I’d tuck her into this dark corner and keep her company in the shadows.

And she was all for it. Kissing me back harder, she urged me to hold her close. Her sassy lips tasted too sweet to deny. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and slid with determination to explore. Most of all, her greedy hands latched onto me, first on the back of my head. Her nails scraped over my scalp, tingling my nerves as she held me low to her. Then as she draped her arms over my shoulders in a loose hug, she gave herself up to me.

This was wrong. It was stupid. It was impulsive, rash, and not at all planned.

But I couldn’t stop. Nor could she. With her parents calling out for her on the level above us, she made out with me. While knowing she was the last woman I should ever want to fuck or hold, I devoured her and shoved my body against hers.

Hell, yes.

Now I was alive.

I wasn’t bored.

She spurred me to wake up and dared me to demand more.

Most women submitted too easily, but this one… Giulia was too damn bold to resist.

“I’m telling you, she’s not out here,” Rocco told Isabella overhead. He sounded near tears, but I doubted it was out of sadness for not finding his daughter. That loser was always so dramatic and emotional, and his fondness for alcohol didn’t help.

“Then we have to find her elsewhere,” Isabella scolded.

Giulia clung to me, pulling me closer. I couldn’t tell whether she was scared her parents would come down here to look for her or she was that into kissing me.

Air no longer mattered. Only the stubborn push of her lips against mine mattered. Just the weight of her body and the force of her touch mattered. Nothing else could register.

“I want to go back inside,” Rocco said.

“Oh, sure, you do.” Isabella’s heels chased after him, but I didn’t bother listening anymore.

Without her parents near, I focused on Giulia. Her soft mewls that made me harder. Those sexy moans I felt through our kiss. Every inch of her soft, petite body flush with mine.

After sucking on her tongue, I nipped her lower lip and parted for much-needed air.

“Try not to scream,” I taunted as I lifted her dress up. Breathing hard, I stared at her expressive face as I reached between her legs and slipped my fingers along her wet pussy.

Dripping. Wet for me already.

I groaned, drowning with potent desire at the idea that I'd made her cream like this.

She grinned, lifting one leg to set her heel on the step closest to us. Blocked by the stairs, we were hidden in our own little bubble. It hardly mattered where we were, just so long as I could keep my hands on her.

“Scream?” she sassed back hotly, catching her breath. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re such a hateful, spiteful bitch,” I argued before I kissed her again. Only once I had her moaning against my mouth again did I push my fingers into her tight, slick heat. Leaning back to whisper against her wet, kiss-swollen lips, I dared her to argue. “You want to judge me. You want to try to piss me off by suggesting I can’t please a woman?”

I pressed my two fingers in deeper, harder, and she dropped her head back against the stone wall.

“Shut up,” she bickered weakly as I slid my digits deeper inside her. “Just shut up.”

“You want me to stop?” I rubbed my palm over her mound, giving her clit a little rub.

She growled, gripping the back of my head and pulling me closer for a deep, brutal kiss. Her reply came in her thrusts, too, and soon, she rode my hand as I stretched her tight cunt.

“Don’t make the entire night a waste of my time,” she weakly answered.

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