Page 57 of Passion and Revenge

My balls tingle with the urge to come, and I clench my jaw, fighting back my orgasm.

When the breasts bouncing right in front of me become too much of a temptation, I cover one stiff nipple with my mouth, and her back bows, pushing her breast further into my mouth.

One of her hands cups the back of my head, the hair too short for her to clutch.

“I’m going to—fuck yessss! Holy…I’m close. So close,” she hisses.

“Take what you need.” I remove my hand from her hip and begin to flick her clit, all while still torturing her breasts.

When she finally comes, it’s with my name being chanted like a prayer. I bury my face in her neck, breathe in her slightly sweaty, fruity smell, and then come with a long groan, shuddering my release deep into her.

I should really invest in condoms. It’s stupid of me to take Sienna’s word that she’s on the pill. But of course, Sienna won’t lie about that and give us another reason to be further tangled up together.

I like the feeling of pumping into her, watching my semen leak out of her afterward, and watching her cheeks bloom red when she catches me staring in fascination at the cum sliding down the inside of her thighs.

It’s at that moment that the implications of never letting Sienna go dawn on me.

She may be all too eager to jump into my bed now, the combination of danger and banked hatred urging her into the forbidden, but everything will change as soon as I ever tell her that the prosecutor is dead.

The younger D’Addario loves my dick, but she loves her father’s life more.

Something ugly rises up inside me, pointing a cruel finger at me and laughing.

Is one woman’s pussy worth my revenge?I chuckle to myself. I can lie to everyone that it’s just her tight, hot cunt, but I know it’s more than that. It’s her. All of her.

I jump out of the bed, my head spinning, and start fixing and righting my clothes.

Sienna shoots up into a sitting position on the bed, her eyes wide. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”

If that came from another woman, it would be enough to have me tossing her out on her ass.

I shoot her a tight-lipped smile. “Miss me already?”

She snorts, crossing her arm over her naked breasts. It lifts them higher up her chest, and I turn away hurriedly before the temptation that is Sienna pulls me into her orbit.

There’s something I have to do.

Someone who deserves my apology.

Without a backward glance, I march out of the room and into the elevator. I ignore Maurizio in the foyer of the building and storm right out to the front, where my car is waiting on the empty street.

I burn rubber out of there—fast enough to outrun any demon that is after me. Unfortunately—or fortunately—all my demons are lying dormant. It’s just me and my own guilt rising up to my throat and cutting off my oxygen.

As I stagger out of my car half an hour later, I fight the part of me that wants to jump back into the car and continue being a goddamn coward.

Pasquale deserves better.

I walk through rows and plots of headstones and gravestones, my gaze fixing forward unseeingly but determinedly. The closer I get, the more I can’t seem to be able to pull in full breaths of air into my nostrils.

Finally, I see it. The plain gravestone that marks the final resting place of my brother.

My legs give out from under me, and I fall to my knees before him, head bowed. How did it all go so wrong? This was all supposed to be very easy. And yet, here is my rock-solid plan in pieces at Sienna’s feet.

“What do you think of me now? I can’t imagine,” I croak.

A bitter chuckle escapes my mouth, and I shift my gaze up to read his full name carved into the stone. “If you’re listening…” I clear my throat and try again, “You must think I’m pathetic. That’s exactly what I think about myself. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Pasquale.”

I can imagine him smirking down at me, his eyes glittering down at me with barely concealed amusement.

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