Page 39 of Rotten Men

“Oh, I remember,bella. I also remember telling you to ride me as if your life depended on it. So what are you waiting for?” I tease back with a mischievous grin of my own.

My love takes the bait and quickens her speed, consuming me whole. I could fucking die tomorrow, and I’d still be smiling after this show. Her plump breasts jump with every thrust; I want to taste those sweet cherries again, but I don’t want to miss a single second of her riding me into oblivion. And to satiate her craving for more, I rub my thumb on her needy nub, and she gasps as I toy with it.

“Gio!” she wails, her eyes half-mast with lust and want.

I grin at her reaction, but then stagger when I feel her hand lift from my chest, only to reach behind her and caress my balls with her soft touch. Her wild bounce on my shaft, coupled with such tender touch, does me in.

“I’m cumming!” I bellow, infuriated she got me to lose my load so easily. Unwilling to surrender until she does, I massage her clit with such ruthlessness, she falls with me into a precipice of serenity.

“AHH!” she yells as she reaches the stars and clings on to them for dear life.

The ugly room briefly disappears from our sights, and all that surrounds us is blinding light and precious devotion. Selene falls on top of me again, once her flight has come to a divine end. I kiss her hair while taking a minute to get my own beating heart in check. Once both our ragged breaths are even and content, a new worry decides to break its way through my afterglow, tainting its perfection.

“You’re going to leave us again aren’t you? Once you get what you came for, that is.”

“I have to,” she replies on a strangled breath.

“Will you regret this? Being with me like this?”

“I have made many mistakes in my life, but loving you was never one of them,” she answers truthfully, and the words resonate with me, as they could have easily fallen from my lips in regards to her. “I will never regret giving you my heart, Giovanni,” she adds reassuringly.

“Tell me one regret you do have?” I ask, inwardly hoping she’ll say it was leaving me behind.

There is a long, silent pause and I almost think she’s fallen asleep on me.

“Selene?” I whisper, tilting her face up to me. The contrite glare I’m met with is not only humbling but also floors the living shit out of me.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t your first,” she whispers, and a familiar old wound opens up.

It was ages ago, and I have forgiven her for it, but still, it leaves a foul taste in my mouth to be reminded.

“And you, do you have any regrets?” she asks, trying to deflect my attention from her confession.

Unfortunately, the answer to that question is a bitter pill to swallow—far harsher than Selene not saving herself for me, as I had tried to do for her.

“Only one,” I reply, but I lack the courage to say the words out loud.

I’m not sorry you weren’t my first, principessa.

I’m sorry you can’t be my last.

Fifteen

Vincent

“Boss? She’s here,” one of my soldiers announces through the doorway of my office.

“Good. Show her in,” I reply, going over to my bar and pouring a stiff drink to get me through this.

I smell her flowery scent long before I see her. I turn to the door and face a pissed off Selene, escorted by the two men I had assigned to follow her.

“You know, if you wanted to see me, all you had to do was ask, Vincent. You didn’t have to send your goons after me,” she says through gritted teeth.

“What would be the fun in that?” I reply sinisterly and wave my men away. They take their cue and close the door behind them, giving us the privacy we need.

“Do they know who I am?” she asks, her eyes lingering on the closed office door.

“No. I made sure of it.”

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