Page 25 of The Marriage Contract

“So we’re still playing a game?” she whimpers.

“Unless you’re the best actor in the world, there’s no way you’ve made yourself so gorgeously wet for me.”

As I push my finger inside of her, she lets my hands go, pressing her face against my chest as if she doesn’t want me watching her when she gives in to the pleasure. I haven’t touched a drop of booze tonight, but it’s like I’m drunk on her.

I slide my finger deep, swirling it in circles, her walls squeezing and pulsing around my hand while I grind my palm against her engorged clit. The combination makes her moan loudly into my chest, almost screaming as the pleasure causes her body to twitch.

“Grab my cock,” I growl. “Feel how hard you’re making me.”

Her hand slides shyly up my leg. She gasps when she wraps her hand around my dick through the fabric of my trousers. Precome leaks hotly out of my tip, and I know, at least for one crystal clear moment, that there’s something real here. I’ve never lost control like this.

I can track how close she is to an orgasm by the way her hand trembles against my dick. My rod is filled with desire for her. I might explode as her stroking gets more frantic in time with my attention on her pussy.

Finally, she begins to tremble all over. Her hand squeezes tightly around my shaft. Then she can’t rub me anymore. Her hand falls away, and she falls back on the seat, her eyes glistening with the sudden rush of pleasure. I watch as her tits jiggle, and she bites down, trying to fight back a scream of release.

Oh. My.Fuck.

Her pussy leaks hot pleasure all over my hand. I push my finger in deeper, moving it faster, as her entrance gifts me with even more wetness. The head of my cock is burning with anticipation of feeling her hot slit.

When her orgasm is over, I grab her hips and pull her into my lap, grinding back and forth. “I need your pussy,” I growl in her ear. “I need to fuck you. I need to own you. Fuck. I need you.”

“Wuh-wait,” she moans. “I can’t. Not like …”Not like this. Is that what she was going to say? “I’m a virgin.”

She says it quickly. I keep grinding her for a second, then pause when I realize what she’s just told me. My hands sink even deeper into her hips.

“What?” I growl.

“A virgin,” she snaps. “V-I-R-G-I-N. There? Is that clear enough?”

“You’re forgetting I enjoy it when you sass me.”

I press my lips against hers. She grasps my face in her hands, her hips rocking like she can’t help it. I know the feeling. My torch is burning hotter than ever. Seed demands to explode as I attempt to control myself.

“This is all an act,” she moans.

“Not this part. I’m not pretending.” I pull her dress up, indulgently caressing her thick ass, sinking my hands deep into her curviness. “And neither are you.”

The first time she tries to slide out of my lap, I stop her, holding onto her delicious-as-fuckass, but then she pushes her hands against my chest. “We have to stop. I can’t rush into this. This wasn’t supposed to be …”

“Real,” I growl. “You can say it.”

“Saying it would make it real.”

I let her go. She shifts to the other side of the car, adjusting her dress and touching up her hair. I try to get my breathing under control, hoping it will calm the heat in my blood.

She looks out of her window. “It’s like you’re forgetting there are a million reasons this can never work. It’s like you’re forgetting our deal. It’s like you’re forgetting everything, Dario.”

“You have that effect on me.”

“You’ll go back to being cold soon.”

“Is that what you want?” I ask.

She says nothing, leaving me to wonder about her answer. She has a point, though. I’ve been hot and cold like I’m a broke person’s shower. I’m messing with her head—and my own.

After a moment of steely silence, I get a text from Allessio.It’s done. Let’s hope the idiots get the point.

Elena is right. Between my father’s rejection of her, that this is all supposed to be an act, the danger I’m putting her in, and that we can’t trust each other, so much should keep us apart.

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