Page 20 of Tormented Oath

“Come for me,” I command and she obeys. I lick her through her orgasm but it’s not enough. I need more. I need to hear her scream my name, need to feel her come apart in my arms. I pull my fingers out of her, and she whimpers, her eyes pleading with me.

I get up, and fumble with my belt, my cock straining against my pants.

“Stefano, I need you,” she begs, her voice desperate.

I smirk, finally freeing myself from my clothes. As I press the tip of my cock against her entrance, she gasps, wrapping her legs around me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

That’s all I need to hear. I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she screams, her nails raking down my back.

Fuck.She’s so tight, so warm, and I can’t stop myself from moving, my hips slamming into hers as I drive myself deeper and deeper. Her moans are music to my ears, her body trembling as I fuck her against the window.

“Tell me you love it,” I demand, my lips moving to her ear.

“God, Stefano, I love it.”

I can feel her clenching around me, her body tightening as she gets closer to the edge. I reach between us, my thumb brushing against her clit, and she cries out, her back arching off the glass.

“Now,tesoro.”

She obeys again, her body shaking as she falls apart in my arms.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.Her face is flushed, her lips parted as she gasps for air, and I can’t stop myself from kissing her, my lips capturing hers as I continue to move inside her.

It’s been ten years, but it feels like yesterday. She’s mine. Always has been. And this time, I’m never letting her go.

I grip her hips tighter, my pace quickening as I feel myself getting closer. Her moans are getting louder, her body writhing against mine, and I know she’s close again as well.

“Stefano,” she gasps as she falls apart again.

Fuck.It’s too much. I thrust into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I come inside her, my vision blurring as pleasure washes over me.

For a moment, all I can hear is the sound of our breathing, our hearts pounding in sync. I press my forehead against hers, my lips brushing against hers. “Sei mia. Solo mia,” I whisper.

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Moonlight spills across my bed, painting Ava's skin silver as she sleeps beside me.

I trace my fingers along her spine, memorizing every inch of her. She's changed in the years we were apart—new scars tell stories I don't know, new muscles speak of a life spent staying one step ahead. But underneath all that, she's still my Ava. She’s still the girl who has haunted my dreams for a decade.

She shifts in her sleep, curling closer to my warmth. This is how she should always be—safe in my bed, wrapped in silk sheets that cost more than most cars, guards posted at every entrance ensuring nothing can touch her.

"Stefano..." she murmurs in her sleep, and the sound of my name on her lips makes the monster in me purr. Even unconscious, she knows who she belongs to.

My hand stills on a thin scar beneath her ribs. It’s new, still pink at the edges. A knife wound, from the look of it.

Anger coils in my gut at the thought of someone hurting her. I make a mental note to have Tomasso dig deeper into the years she was missing.

Anyone who touched her will pay. Dearly.

The city glitters beyond my windows, but I see only her. The way her dark hair spills across my pillows, how her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks.

She looks softer in sleep, more like the girl I knew. But I'm not fooled. My Ava has always hidden knives behind her smile.

That's what makes her perfect. She's not some innocent girl caught in my world. She was born to it, shaped by it, just like me.

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