Page 155 of Vito

I always want more of him; it doesn't matter if I just collapsed: spent, drained, sweaty, and shaky.

"Don't look at me like that, Eden." His blue-green eyes bloom with the same heat rapidly filling me.

I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, staring at the big bulge in his jeans. "And why not?"

He walks toward me—no, hestalkstoward me—and I watch him in the mirror.

He grips my waist and jerks me back against him, grinding his beautiful, thick, big cock into my ass.

His eyes lock on mine in the mirror as he flicks open the button on my pants and undoes the zipper. He doesn't hesitate to dive his hand in. I widen my legs to give him better access, and he buries two fingers in me and starts to work me hard.

"So fucking wet for me." He bites my earlobe. "Such a messy pussy… all for me."

He hammers his fingers, finger-fucking me hard and fast. I'm not sure what the hurry is since we have time before I need to leave, but I'm riding a wave of pleasure bound for ecstasy, and I don't question it.

"I already fucked you this morning." He licks up my neck. "You already rode my face. You came twice already." He presses his thumb on my clit. "Is my girl going to come again?"

"Yes," I pant, shamelessly. "A trifecta."

He chuckles darkly and shifts his hand to press on my front wall. He's destroying me—my body isn't sure if it's pain or pleasure, but it's so goddamn good—and I whimper.

His free arm bands around my torso to keep me upright and presses my back to his front. We both watch in the mirror. His big, scarred hand cups my breast over my shirt and squeezes and kneads as I arch into his touch. He's a devil-god looming behind me, controlling me, bending me to his will.

And I. Love. It.

"Come for me, baby. Coat my hand in your cum. Spasm all over my fingers."

I groan as he's like a Tasmania devil, causing a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure. The orgasm slices through me like a bolt of lightning, flashing intensely and suddenly. His hand clamps over my mouth just before I scream.

Every hair on my body, every inch of flesh, feels the sizzle of the lightning bolt and my legs give way—clearly, the trifecta of orgasms is like a paralytic drug. Vito's iron-like arm bands around my waist and his hand buried in my pussy, holds me up.

As I come down from my release, my body twitching, he pulls his hand from my mouth.

I fall forward and catch myself with my hands on the vanity. I'm about to ask why he covered my scream.

He smirks at me in the mirror. "Ohith is waiting to see you."

"You…" I gasp in shock and horror. "You… Fucking cunt!"

Vito laughs like the unhinged asshole he is and jumps out of the way of my flying fist. I follow him into the bedroom, quickly doing up my pants, and feel some relief that the bedroom door is shut. He's walking toward the door.

"What… what are you doing?" I sputter.

He glances over his shoulder at me. "Going to talk with my soon-to-be father-in-law."

"Not without washing your hand first," I nearly shriek.

He holds up the two fingers that literally just made my knees buckle and sucks them into his mouth. And my goddamn cooch clenches. Damn near purrs.

Greedy, wicked wench.

Then the motherfucker opens the door and strides out. I hurry after him, making sure my pants are done up, and skid to a stop in the beautiful kitchen. Ohith sits at the island, sipping an espresso. Vito washes his hands at the sink, winks at me, and turns to make another espresso from the complicated machine.

Ohith glances up from his phone and smiles. My face is flushed, and I'm trying to decide if a person can tell that someone has just been finger-banged. With a shudder, I push that thought out of my head.

Ohith pats the stool beside him. "It's nice to see you."

My throat thickens. I know why he's here.

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