Page 76 of Eden's Deliverance

“Yes. You have every right to call it that and be pissed, I’m just trying to explain my side of things.” The muscles in his back shift when he puts his hands together and starts picking at the skin on his knuckles. “I’m not saying it’s justifiable. We had something,diavolina, and then those fucks stole you from me at the party. I’ve been looking for you ever since, but you never came back.”

No, I didn’t. I was broken—physically and mentally—and I’m still trying to put the pieces back together.

“So what do you want from me?” I ask.

He doesn’t turn away when he looks at me this time. Dario stands from the bed and walks over. “Isn’t it obvious?” His hand comes into view, brushing a strand of disheveled hair away from my face so he can look me dead in the eyes. “It’s always beenyou. I don’t care about those other guys; it’s a sex club and we weren’t exclusive. The whole point is to explore. But I did my exploring,bellezza. I don’t want anyone else. I’m asking if you’ll have me, despite me being a total shit.”

What the hell do I say to that?

I’ve had worse partners in bed and even worse boyfriends. But to start something on a lie seems completely disingenuous and makes for a faulty foundation. The one thing I keep fighting myself on is the fact that Iwantedto reveal my identity to him at the Halloween party. I remember sitting there, thinking I wanted nothing more than to finish my night with him, no matter the cost.

If I take Eden completely out of the equation—since I no longer plan to attend—Dario makes a fine partner. Maybe he wasn’t the most exciting prospect when I was dealing with Broody and Casanova at the same time, but I was happy. I was finally smiling again—finally confident I’d have a good time at Eden because I’d be withhim.

Regardless of his manipulation, I can’t forget that.

Maybe I’m just a fucking idiot, but I’ll do anything once. “One chance,” I exclaim, holding up a finger in his face. “You get one chance. You sought me without permission and broke my anonymity. That was strike one. Then, you persuaded me to go out with you on false pretenses. A foreign accent, seriously? That’s strike two.”

I don’t know what I said that’s so fucking amusing, but this stupid grin spreads across his face. “Technically,diavolina…” He takes a step closer, pushing his hips into mine. The hand he used to sweep away my hair comes back to my cheek, knuckles brushing lightly against my skin. “Youare the one who persuaded me to go out with you. ‘Would you like to find out?’ Don’t you remember?”

I do.Vaguely. I was a little out of it that night, and then the whole scuffle with Skylar happened.

“And you think you still deserve to?” I ask, meaning to sound more cross than I do, but I keep staring at the fullness of his lips. He’s so close I can smell him and the musk of his cologne. “I wanted to get your number that night at the party, you know. When I had my phone in my hands…I thought about it, but I was afraid of breaking the rules.”

Dario arches a brow curiously. “No, I didn’t know.” Slowly, he drops from sight and kneels on the floor at my feet.Oh, fuck.He runs both hands up my legs until they reach the waistband of my leggings, then hooks his fingers around the hem. “And what do you think of the rules now?”

Threading my fingers through the hair on his scalp, I dig my nails in as I lean back against the wall. He inches the leggings down, over my ass and past my knees, then to my feet where I finally step out of them.

Leaning forward, he pushes his nose past the crease where my thighs meet. Before I can stop him, he wraps his arms around the back of my legs and lifts me to his shoulders for some backwards-ass piggyfront bullshit.

I have nothing to hold on to except for his hair, but I make do.

There are no words to describe what he’s doing to my pussy right now, other than to say he’s fucking annihilating it. His tongue glides along my clit in a way that shatters me, rendering me entirely voiceless when I come, but he savors every second of my orgasm until it comes to an end.

Carefully, he returns us to the bed, bending low to drop me on the sheets with a softthud. My legs are shaking uncontrollably from the strain to keep myself steady on his shoulders, though he didn’t seem to have a problem doing it himself. I am so thoroughly spent—I don’t know how I’m going to find the energy for sex.

But then he kneels on the bed at my feet, scooting closer as he grabs a condom from his back pocket, and I can’t think about anything other than feeling him inside me. I study every inch of his body when he pulls out his cock, bites off a corner of the condom wrapper, and methodically rolls the rubber down his shaft.

I’m desperate for it, and the way he looks in my eyes when he slides inside is almost enough to completely undo me. He’s sensual at first, like he was as The Prince, but there’s something else now. The slow, rhythmic drag of his cock transforms into something hungrier—more wild that I’m used to having from him.

Collecting my limp ankles from where they hang over his thighs, he holds them together and pulls my legs flush against his chest. The stretch is tight on my hamstrings, but I manage. His hips draw back slowly again, only to pitch forward and slam into me with a force that causes me to cry out in pain. The pressure on my cervix is almost too much to handle, but it lessens with every thrust.

“I was easy on you before,diavolina.”SLAM.“I made a mistake…”Slam.“In letting you think…”SLAM.“I was soft.”SLAM.He hugs me around the thighs, using them as an anchor when he barrels forward.

The screams drawn from my lungs are nothing short of animalistic, and I instinctively cover my mouth to silence myself. He leans forward and rips my hand away, then commands, “No. Scream for me,bellezza.”

So I do. I let every single wailing cry out until I’m lightheaded with no breath left to expel. He keeps me folded over like a lawn chair as he pounds into me, eyes never leaving mine. Not even when he comes with a deep growl, pulling out of my sore pussy to flop on the bed beside me. Not even when we lay there for hours and talk about whatever comes to mind.

Not even when I drift off to sleep, thoroughly and blissfully fucked.

29

Julian

My fingers push through the resistance of her tangled hair, every knot fighting against me when I run through the strands at her scalp.

The shower doesn’t make the best place for a blowjob because the flow of water causes too much friction, but she makes it work. I apply pressure to the back of her head, and she follows my lead, sinking my cock deep into the back of her throat.

When she inevitably gags on it, I allow her to pull back for air and watch with intrigue as she quickly recovers. She’s become so fucking good at taking me like this. There’s no fight, no malice, no brattiness. Just a woman on a mission to please her man.

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