Page 106 of Hate Mates

Vincenzo by Bella J.

A DARK SOVEREIGN PREQUEL

ONE

Vincenzo

The room is dimly lit, thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Emilia’s nails scrape down my back, her moans sharp and hungry as she writhes beneath me, her body arching, desperate for more.

I give it to her, fucking her like I’m trying to erase the weight of what comes next. Like I can fuck the inevitability out of my bones.

“Harder,” she gasps, and I grip her hips, pulling her against me, sinking deeper, feeling the tight heat of her around me.

Her body is a weapon—one she knows how to wield well. Emilia Gallo may not come from a family of wealth, but she’s as cunning as they come, a woman who has made a name for herself through sharp wit and an even sharper tongue.

And right now, that tongue is tracing the sweat-slicked column of my throat as I fuck into her.

I know what she wants. Not just to get fucked out of her mind, but something more. A name, a title, a place beside me that she’ll never have.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking hard as she gasps. “You’ll never fuck her like this,” she taunts, biting my shoulder, her words a mixture of venom and desperation.

A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest. “She’ll never let me.”

Emilia laughs, dragging her nails down my chest as I flip her onto her stomach, pressing her face into the silk sheets as I take her from behind, her ass high in the air, inviting me deeper.

Her cries rise, needy and sharp. Every thrust of my hips has her whimpering my name, and I can feel her climax building, the way she tenses around me, the way her breath hitches in short, gasping moans.

“Louder,” I demand, moving at a punishing pace.

“Dario and Angelo are in the next room.”

I grab her blonde hair, jerking it hard, then grip her throat, pulling her up until her back is flush against my chest. “Let your brothers hear. Let them listen to your screams while I fuck your greedy cunt.”

“They’ll kill you,” she pants, and I smile, giving it to her extra hard.

“Let them fucking try.”

She clenches around me, her body shuddering, her nails biting into my forearm. “Vincenzo—” she chokes out, her voice breaking as she falls over the edge.

Emilia and I have been fucking on and off for more than a year. We’re good at it. But that’s all this is. Fucking. It’s all it ever will be. But Emilia’s an ambitious woman. She’ll do whatever she must to get what she wants—which is why I never give her my cum.

My balls tighten, my cock fucking rigid as my climax starts. I’m about to pull out, to shoot my cum on her ass, when she rears back hard, taking me so fucking deep, deeper than she ever has…and I come.

I can’t stop it.

I can’t get myself to pull out, the pleasure so intense it’s fucking blinding. And it just keeps on rolling, rippling through my body. It’s almost agony how hard I come, my fingers digging into her hips as I release inside her, a string of grunts slipping from my lips.

Abruptly, I pull out and launch off the bed. “What the fuck was that?”

Emilia gives a triumphant, satisfied laugh. “Oh, come on. I’m on birth control.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You know our deal.” I grab my pants and start pulling on my clothes, straightening my tie. I don’t look at her as I button my cuffs and slip on my jacket.

She sits up on her elbows, watching me. “I can’t wait to be your mistress.”

My fingers stall for just a second as I buckle my belt, but she notices.

“Vincenzo? We’re still going to see each other, right?”

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