Page 32 of Her Brutal First Love

Sarica.

She was on the VIP floor, beams of colorful light illuminating her face. Her hands clasped the railing as she watched the crowd below. Her hair was the shade of the sea this time, her dress a scrap of gold silk that exposed the creamy swell of her breasts and the silken length of her legs.

Giancarlo took the steps three at a time. His fingers curled around her wrist, and he dragged her to the nearest room. The door had barely shut when Sarica was in his arms, her mouth finding his with desperate hunger. He backed her against the wall, drowning in the taste of her.

But just as his hands slid beneath her dress—-

“S-Stop.” Her voice trembled.

Giancarlo froze, forehead pressed against hers, hearts racing.

“Why are you here?”

“You know why,” he growled.

“Tell me anyway—-”

“Nonna,” he bit out. “She told me you’ve agreed to marry someone else—-”

“And you don’t want me to?”

He already knew her answer by the look in her eyes. His chest tightened.

“I can’t, Sarica.”

Her face paled. “I haven’t asked anything yet—-”

“I can’t marry you.”

Sarica stumbled back, the pain in her eyes nearly destroying him. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away.

She took another step back. And another. One more, and she’d be out of the room.

Out of his life.

And into another man's arms.

The thought had Giancarlo moving instinctively and urgently, his fingers wrapping around her wrist as he hauled her back and pulled Sarica down to the couch with him. She landed on his lap, her breath hitching as his arousal throbbed against her belly.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

She shook her head, and anger flashed in his eyes.

“Do you need reminding who you belong to?”

Sarica had no chance to answer, with Giancarlo turning her around as he lied down on his back. His hands were under her dress in the next moment, and all she could do was gasp as hetore her panties off her body. He parted her folds open, and a moan slipped past her lips.

She knew she should be thinking of escaping, but instead she found herself fumbling with the buckle of his belt and unzipping his pants—-

Aaaaaaaah.

His mouth latched on to her tiny nub of pleasure, and the moment he started to suck, she could no longer help herself.

Her fingers wrapped around his pulsing length, her lips closing around him as she, too, started to suck.

Sarica heard Giancarlo groan as she took him deeper into her throat, but it was also her turn to moan right after as he thrust his fingers inside of her.

Their pants filled the room as they pleasured each other. Both of them sucking harder and harder. The movements of their bodies becoming less and less controlled until finally, oh, finally, they were coming at the same time.

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