Page 18 of Passion and Revenge

“That’s it, just like that.”

Her hand slips down her naked body, and she begins to play with her tits, rolling the barbell in her nipple, her eyes fixed on me.

“Touch your dripping cunt. Get your fingers wet,” I order, and she immediately obeys, stabbing two fingers into herself and rocking her hips.

“Play with your tits for me,” I command.

Another muffled moan tears out of her full mouth, and she drags her wet fingers around her peaked nipples with a cry.

I try to keep my focus on where my hard length is sliding in and out of her plump lips, but I can’t seem to stop glancing into the room where the dark-haired woman is lying.

She’s too damn still.

Is she breathing?

She better not be dead, or someone or several people’s brains are going to be blown out. I press my palm to the glass for leverage and continue fucking Dayna’s mouth, ignoring the way her moans scratch at my ear.

I narrow my eyes at the woman on the bed, trying to pick out some sign of life.

I specifically ordered the men who had been in charge of extracting her to only give her one shot. If they followed my instructions, she’s supposed to be awake by now. If those bastards accidentally gave her an overdose, I’m going to rip them limb from limb.

Just as the thought crosses my mind to go in there and shake her awake, she stirs, a small wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows.

Good.

Why do I care if she’s dead or alive anyway? Well, I need her alive for my plan to break her father to be successful.

Sienna turns in her sleep, faces me, and mutters something. Her hair is spread all over the pillow, hiding part of her face from me. She has her hands tucked between the pillow and her cheek, and her mouth is parted a little.

What will it feel like to push my cock into that mouth of hers?

I end that line of thought immediately. She may look like an angel lying there, but Sienna is as much my enemy as her father is.

My fingers tighten in Dayna’s hair, and I increase the force of my thrusts. Something dark and dangerous settles within me the longer I watch the woman on the other side of the one-way glass.

“Hmm, hmm,” Dayna moans.

I shift my gaze down to her with a frown, wrinkling my eyebrows, annoyed by the sounds she’s making. But a part of me wants the noise to wake Sienna up. I want to watch her stare around in confusion while the sound of sex surrounds her.

Will she blush? A hint of pink is rising up on her cheekbones. Will she be frightened? Or will she slide her hands into her jeans and join us from the other side?

My mouth quirks at the thought. It’s a pity her new bedroom is soundproof.

Dayna’s moan distracts me from my thoughts again, and I meet her eyes. I don’t want to have to look at her heavily Botoxed face anymore.

Grabbing her by the jaw, I drag her to her feet and push her into the glass until her cheeks are squished against the smooth surface.

“Oh God.” Her voice is a lustful croak from a ravaged throat. She spreads her legs and arches her back, offering her holes to me, and I waste no time slamming into her wet heat.

“Yes, fuck me, Alessandro!” she cries, pushing back against my cock, matching me, thrust for thrust.

“Look how wet your greedy cunt is for me,” I snarl. “You love it when I fuck you like the whore you are. I bet you can take two of me.”

She moans, squeezing her tits and playing with them as I push her over and over again into the glass till she’s reduced to gasps and soundless cries. I stare at where my cock is disappearing into her and groan.

“Touch your clit. Make yourself cum.”

The building orgasm tingles through my spine and finally rises to the surface.

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