Page 174 of Monster in Disguise

"Fuck me, please."

He groans loudly, my words having the desired effect. But he does nothing.

"Lina... are you sure? This is..." He trails off, pain radiating from his voice.

"Yes. Please." I want this. No, Ineedthis to finally close that horrible chapter of my life. I need him to take me from behind and erase all memories of that night.

He's still hesitating, and when I'm about to say something, I feel his mouth trailing kisses on my spine and down. He reaches my butt, his tongue sneaking between my cheeks.

"Oh," I squirm, the sensation new but not at all unpleasant. The flicks of his tongue make me grab onto the edge of the desk. My moans intensify as he moves lower, latching onto my nub and sucking.

"Mar..." I start, but I'm shocked silent when he inserts one finger between my cheeks, his tongue still playing with me. The movements are slow yet tantalizing as the finger moves in and out. My pleasure mounts until I'm screaming his name at the top of my lungs. Lord, I never thought I'd ever lose myself like this. But with Marcello...

Even my train of thought stops as he suddenly enters me, his length long and thick and stretching me. His hands are oneach side of my hips as he pumps in and out. I gasp when he hits a spot deep within, and I tilt my butt to meet his pelvis. The thrusts start slow, but soon he's increasing the pace and driving me over the edge.

"Lina," he moans, filling me to my very soul. "I fucking love you. Adore you. Worship you," he groans. "My beautiful miracle."

The sounds excite me even further and I clench around him, feeling my orgasm nearing. I reach back, touching his hipbone and urging him to go faster.

"Fuck!" he shouts, spilling himself inside of me just as I come. He falls limply over me, hugging me from behind and kissing my shoulder.

"You're everything to me. You know that, don't you?" He speaks against my skin, the warm air making me shiver. I crane my neck, bringing his head in the crook of my shoulder so I can touch my lips to his. "I love you too," I whisper.

We stay like that for a while, him still inside of me, his body on top of my own, his arms wrapped around my waist.

Epilogue

TEN YEARS LATER

Christmas Eve

"The steak might not be ready in time," Lina leans in to whisper, her voice barely audible over the chatter of the other guests.

My eyes widen in horror at the news.

"You realize we have a room full of dangerous, hungry people waiting for this steak, right?"

She puckers her lips in frustration. "I can't just magically make it perfect for everyone. Enzo wants it medium rare; Adrian insists on well-done; and Bianca specifically requested a rare, bloody steak. It's impossible to please them all."

"And we definitely don't want to anger Bianca," I agree, knowing how volatile she can be.

"Plus, I need you to keep an eye on them. No talk about killing or drugs or any other illegal activities that you guysengage in." Lina jabs her finger into my arm, her expression grave.

"I'll make sure they behave," I reassure her, though I have my doubts. To distract her, I give her a quick kiss before heading back to the dining room.

Enzo and his wife are seated on one side of the long table, while Adrian and Bianca are on the opposite end. Their voices rise in a heated argument as I approach. My stomach drops at their words.

"No way! My daughter is a better shot than your son any day." Bianca stands up abruptly, slamming her palms onto the table for emphasis. "Let's have a contest and settle this once and for all."

With a flourish, she produces two pistols from behind her back and throws them down in front of Enzo with a challenging look.

"Whoa," I put my hands up. "I thought I said no weapons." Adrian shoots me a look and shakes his head.

Bianca's finger points directly at me. "You'll be the judge," she declares. "Diana against Luca for the title of best shooter. I personally trained her, there's no way his son can beat her." She wears a smug expression, clearly confident in her daughter's abilities.

"Bianca," I interject, trying to diffuse the situation. "Diana is only ten years old. She shouldn't be handling guns at such a young age."

"You're just jealous," she retorts, crossing her arms over her chest.

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