Page 68 of The Last Vendetta

“Later.” He spun me until I was on my knees on the bed again. He crawled up behind me and urged me up the mattress until we’d reached the headboard.

“Next time,” he promised before kissing my neck and pushing his chest flush to my back.

I groaned, arching back to him and turning my face to kiss him. As we locked lips again, he rubbed his dick between my legs. I tasted myself on his tongue, and I moaned, then cried out. He notched his cockhead at my entrance. With his arm banded over my stomach, he paired his deep thrust in with a pull of my body back toward his.

He was seated. All the way in. The steady, hard push stole my breath, and I panted as I waited to adjust to the delicious stretch.

“Oh…” I growled it, feeling every inch of his hard length pushing in and filling me.

“I will always need you,” he swore. As he pounded into me from behind, he reached lower to rub firm circles around my clit.

I was still coming down from my first orgasm and wasn’t prepared for another so soon. Especially not a harder one.

“And I need you to come for me,” he ordered as he sucked on my neck.

I leaned back, nodding the best that I could as I gripped his head and held on tightly. Arching into him, I tried to get there faster. I wanted to milk that big dick that he pushed into me faster and harder. I wanted to push him to lose himself in me and fill me with his hot cum.

“I need…” He growled, rubbing my clit firmly.

The first waves of bliss consumed me, and I fisted his hair as I let it sweep me away.

“Fuck. Yes.” He drove in hard, once. Twice. And he came. I felt every twitch of his cock. I sensed his thighs trembling and shaking behind me. His breath came hard, whipping my hair aside, and with his strong arms around me, he hugged me close and pulled me to fall with him on the mattress.

Held tight in his arms, I caught my breath and waited for the rush of endorphins to settle within me.

And with him snuggled in, his warm, taut body stretched flush with mine, I realized we were on the same page.

I needed him.

And I feared I always would, no matter how many obstacles stood between us.

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RENZO

Renzo

Giulia and I showered together, and even though I wanted her again, I knew she was exhausted. She hadn’t napped for long, and after having sex again, twice within the hour, I took pity on her and let her rest.

It felt like a rare treasure to have her in my bed and know that she’d be there when I woke up and reached out for her.

The first time I’d taken her, I wasn’t surprised that she’d run off. I’d fucked her so unexpectedly that night. Now, though, things had changed. Our tenuous relationship had evolved into something more, and I was confident that she’d linger.

Besides, she couldn’t run away this time. Not easily. We’d driven up the coast for three hours to reach that Romano property where we’d found Cecilia on the brink of death.

I tortured myself by watching her sleep for a little longer. If I could be honest with myself, I’d admit that I was smitten. I would confess that I was utterly besotted with this woman.

My enemy. And at the same time, my other half.

As she rested, trusting me to be near her while she was at her most vulnerable state of unconsciousness, I thought back to what we’d learned earlier. I couldn’t understand why Cecilia had verbally lashed out at Giulia when she approached.

Sometimes, death did funny things to people. I’d killed a few to know that in that moment before the ultimate end, strange things could be blurted without any censure, sometimes without any filter of making sense, either.

When I thought more on how Cecilia confessed to carrying someone’s illegitimate child, I considered Giulia with that description too.

I’d fucked her three times now, three occasions of my flooding her with my cum. If she were to become pregnant with my child, it would be an illegitimate baby as well. Born out of wedlock. Conceived before she’d been married.

I wouldn’t let her have my child with someone else. Over my dead body would another man raise my daughter or son. More than that, I hated to think of Giulia attempting to raise a baby on her own, without my help or resources, if she should try to run away from her engagement to Nickolas.

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