Page 76 of Brutal Legacy

“Ahh!” A strangled scream left me as I came. My entire body tensed, and a wave of pleasure washed over me, my nerves tingling right down to my fingertips.

His hand pumped into me until I begged him to stop, the sensitivity just too much.

He shifted to his knees, ripping his pants open and taking his cock out. I stared at it. It was so thick and long, riddled with throbbing veins. He fisted it roughly and pumped himself, his body still angled over mine.

His gaze moved to mine, and his face twisted with pleasure. He came hard, his whole body shaking, his cock spurting long, white jets across my pussy. He panted, still working his cock, until the last of his spend dripped onto me.

With a sigh, he sank back and closed his eyes.

How much does someone as big as him have to drink to feel drunk?

After a second, he moved to the panties still caught on one of my ankles. He dragged them up my leg and helped me put the other leg in, then he guided them all the way up.

“Lift,” he instructed.

“But — I need to clean up,” I pointed out.

He tutted and shook his head. “No. You don’t. You should smell like me. It’s the least you can do for driving me fucking insane.”

I lifted wordlessly, and he drew the panties up, over the mess of cum on my cunt, and snapped them into place.

He stroked a hand over the front of the material, wetting it through.

“There, that’s how you should always walk around, Signora Conti.”

Heat blazed through my cheeks. It was wrong and fucked up… but I liked it. There was something dark and possessive in his tone that made me feel wanted in a way that no man had ever wanted me, except for my ghost.

“Now, sleep. Big day tomorrow.”

He pushed off the bed and stood. Going to the corner, he unrolled a thin blanket and tossed it on the floor, then added a pillow.

Without another word, he lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

21

GEORGIA

Then

“Idon’t believe you,” I said as I watched my father’s sympathetic face. He was sitting behind his desk and had just delivered the unbelievable news that Elio had skipped town.

My father shrugged. “Amore, I wouldn’t lie about this.”

“He wouldn’t. He wants to marry me…” I trailed off.He’s going to save me.

“Where is he, then?”

“You’ve done something to him,” I accused, standing so quickly my head spun.

“No,amore, I would never. You chose him, I would have respected that, gotten him a suitable job, made sure he took care of you and your future children, God willing. I would never hurt you.”

My father’s face was grave. I couldn’t stand that expression.

I picked up my phone and scrolled for the number of the local police station. It rang a few times before someone answered.

“Hello, I’m calling to see if a young man has been brought in. Elio Santori?”

“Let me check... No, no one by that name. It’s been quiet here today, actually.”

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