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“That you know I’m yours,” she inserts, sinking her teeth into that pouty lower lip of hers. “You’re the only one who can fuck me.”
“Anyone can fuck you,” I retort, hating the thought. Victoria turns heads everywhere she goes and could easily use that to her advantage, twisting men to her needs with hardly a wink. “But they’d die.”
“Why?” she gasps, apparently turned on by the thought of what I’d do to anyone who dares to touch her.
“You know why,” I bite back. “No one touches what belongs to me.”
A smile crosses her face, and I both want to see it and resent it. I can’t give this woman what she needs, what she deserves, long term. I’m not husband material. Not the forever kind. It’s a temporary title, one that allows me to protect her from anyone who might try to take advantage of her status and money.
Like you?
Guilt begins to bubble in my chest and Victoria must sense it because she grips the front of my shirt and tugs me closer.
“You’re mine, too, Dante. Don’t be so scared. Don’t think about what happens when this is done. I’m not.”
Why?
I want to ask the question, but I keep my lips shut. She’s my responsibility now, but she won’t be for long. I’m going to kill Angelo for murdering my brother, setting me up, and thinking about using Victoria as his personal plaything. His lack of decency and class is unimpressive, even if he is a mob boss, and I truly don’t think it’ll be a challenge to kill the motherfucker and have done with it.
“Fuck me,” she hisses gently. “Mark me, use me. I don’t care how hard or fast?—”
“Shut up, Victoria,” I seethe, angry that she seems to think she’s just an object to me, a living sex doll. That she thinks I’m some alpha, possessive asshole who collects things and throws them away when I’m finished.
“Make me,” she challenges and I grind my teeth. This constant last-word shit is beyond belief.
I thrust inside her, bottoming out and causing her to cry out. I rip her shirt over her head, taking a moment to appreciate the pink lace holding up her generous tits before I reach behind her to unfasten her bra and free them.
Her nipples are tight pebbles and I can’t help but tease them with my thumbs as I cup each breast in one hand. Her flesh spills over my fingers and I squeeze, causing her to moan in pleasure. Victoria arches toward me and I nearly bite my tongue trying not to come. My balls clench at the softness of her skin and the feel of her pussy strangling my cock.
Victoria is perfect in every way, and I’m going to ruin her for anyone who comes after me.
We move together in a chaotic wave, driving each other to the brink of pleasure and destruction. I don’t know if I can hold on any longer when Victoria finally screams my name with her release, her cunt tightening around me over and over again.
I let go, spilling inside her, and I’ve barely taken the edge off my need.
I want more.
Victoria’s forehead falls to mine, a panting and beautiful wreck after what we’ve just done.
She deserves the world.
A bright future and a man without a shadowy past and questionable morals.
I’m not that man.
I’ll never be that man.
But I can’t stop myself from ruining Victoria a little bit more.
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VICTORIA
Wednesday, September 25, 4:00 PM
I’m exhausted.
School has been kicking my ass. I was able to work things out with most of my professors so that I could continue my classes over Zoom, but I’m still going to all of my classes in person at Graham. I’ve had back-to-back projects and papers for both schools and I’m completely overwhelmed.
