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His finger pulls from my core, and I whimper at the loss. He chuckles as he grabs my hips, pulling me away from the desk as I feel him lining himself up behind me.
“Fuck...this is gonna be hard. Hold on, Izzy.” And before I can even think, his cock slams deep and my walls clentch around him. He’s long and thick. Not as thick as Madden, but fuck, I can feel the stretch.
“Fuck,” I hiss out as I grip the desk while he pulls out then slams back deep. My whole body comes to life, and I can feel the pleasure even in my fingertips. He doesn’t stop with his punishing fuck until I can't hold on anymore and I come apart. Gasping for breath as my whole body floods with my orgasm.
Emilio groans. “Fuck, your pussy is strangling my cock, Izzy.”
I moan out his name and a few curse words, but he doesn't relent. He continues punishing me, fucking me hard into another orgasm, and I can’t breathe.
I hear the door slam open, and I gasp, trying to see who it is, but Emilio doesn't stop. He fucks me harder. I moan. It must be one of the guys. Keegan or Madden. I like that they are watching. I liked that the last time, and I love that they want to share me.
“You want me or her?” Emilio asks and I wait for the answer, trying to determine which one of them is here with us. I try to look again, but Emilio holds my shoulders down, so I can’t see.
“Don’t look. Just put on a show. Make him wish it was him with his cock deep within you. Fucking you to orgasm over and over.”
Why do his dirty words make me so wet?
Emilio moans. “Fuck, Izzy. You're squeezing my cock again. I’m gonna fuck you and empty myself so deep within you. You’ll be dripping with my cum for days.”
And that's all it takes for me to scream his name as I fall over the edge again. He doesn't let up until he groans, and I feel his thrusts change and he spills into me. He wraps his arms around me, his cock still nestled deep within.
As he turns me to our guest, he whispers into my ear, “Say hello to Arrow.”
CHAPTER18
ARROW
Peering through the crack of the supply closet, I watch as Angelo stays glued to Isabella’s door, waiting for her to come back from class. He hasn’t noticed me yet, which means he’s getting sloppy. Fucking useless. He has his head buried in his phone, probably laughing at some stupid video.
A wave of familiar blonde hair moves past the door, with Emilio right beside her. Her signature smell of roses hits me, and all I want to do is rip open the door and pull her close. But I can’t.
Emilio and Isabella disappear into her room and Angelo into his, but I don’t move. Not yet.
I’ve missed her so fucking much. Not seeing her has been messing with my head. I never let any girl get close enough to have this pull, but Isabella is different. She’s always been different. No matter how much I tried to push her away, she was always there...until she wasn’t. Until I chose her father and she dropped that bombshell and I left her. I left her behind again.
I couldn’t stay there any longer; I needed some time to think.
If what she said is true, that meant my whole life just imploded before my eyes. I needed to figure out if that was the truth or if she just said it to get back at me. I hurt her. And yet, she wouldn’t lie about something like this. I realized it the moment I even considered she would.
After speaking to a few people, I started to put the pieces together. Why would he be there when my parents were shot down? How would he have gotten there so fast? I was the only one left alive. I hadn’t called him... hell, the cops wouldn’t have even had enough time if the neighbors had called them.
He took me in, I lived with his brother my whole life, being treated like shit. But I stayed, loyalty keeping me there in hopes that I would one day find my parents’ killer, only to discover the man to do it was the one who saved me—Salvatore Romano.
The man that lied to me for all these years, telling me that, one day, we would get vengeance on my parents’s killer, to keep me close. To keep me in line.
I spent my whole life looking up to him, and now I will kill him, kill them all. I have no idea how, but I’ll spend the rest of my life picking them off one by one until there’s no one left. All the men who had a part in my parents’ deaths will pay for what they did.
Isabella kept the biggest secret of my life from me, and I was upset that it took her so long to tell me. But I get it. She knew what it meant for me. She knew that it would change everything, and it has. I see the world much clearer now. And she’s my future.
Angelo’s door opens, and he comes out, pulling a cap over his head. He looks up and down the hallway before moving past me and out the door. He leaves Isabella and it pisses me off. He can’t protect her like I can.
I wait another five minutes, making sure that Angelo is gone, before creeping out into the hallway. A few students walk by me but don’t take any notice. I pull the baseball cap further over my face, making sure I don’t look at the cameras. Pulling out the key I stole from the front office, I slide it into the lock and step inside, pulling the door behind me.
I freeze at the sounds, my blood boils, and I want to kill this motherfucker for touching her. But I can’t move or speak. Isabella’s bent over her desk, and Emilio is ramming into her pussy again and again. He turns to see me, and I can see he’s surprised that I’m here. But he doesn’t stop. Instead, the fucker smiles over at me, even throwing me a wink.
My hands ball into fists, and I want to rip him off her, but for some fucked-up reason, I don’t move. My head is screaming at me, but my body has other plans. My cock strains against my jeans, begging me to touch her like I’ve dreamed of so many times before. I’ve never shared a girl before—that’s not my thing—and if someone was fucking my girl, I’d kill him, which is exactly what I want to do right now. But I can’t. She’s not my girl. She’s his...always has been.
Still, why is it so fucking hot? Watching her fall apart over his cock? Fucking hell, I need help.
