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“Feel what your body does to me,” he growls in my ear before sliding his fingers back inside me, finger-fucking me. At first, his movements lack rhythm, almost as if he doesn’t want me to enjoy it long enough to come. But then he changes his pace, and my body wholeheartedly welcomes it.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot around my fingers. You’re… perfect.”
I grab hold of his arm as he continues his relentless assault. “How can something feel so good and so wrong?”
“Let go,” he whispers, nibbling at my ear. “Won’t you let me fuck you, huh? Stop holding out on me, Vittoria, and let me give you a taste of my heaven.”
My name has never sounded so beautiful, exotic, and hot. He calls it like an anthem only he knows, and my body burns for it.
Without warning, he lifts me and slams me down on his cock. “Dario. Oh my fucking God…”
I feel him. Deep. Hard. Harsh.
He pulls out and thrusts back inside me, eliciting a whimper. Again and again, despite my overwhelming urge to fight him off, I can’t help but let out whimpers and moans. I’ve never been fucked like this before—his body feels like both poison and cure, leaving me powerless to control myself.
He licks the curve of my neck and growls in my ear. “Look at you, baby, moaning…” He thrusts into me again, pounding deep inside. “…whimpering. You take my cock real good, don’t you?”
“Yes… I like how you fuck me…”
“Yeah? Wanna come on my fucking cock?”
I nod against him, moaning loudly as he continues to pound my pussy in the water.
“Tell me what you want.”
I swallow hard, feeling the sweetness build inside me. “Deeper… please.”
He holds me close, groaning as he slams me hard against him.
“Harder… yeah… oh, just like that… please don’t stop.”
The force of him slamming his cock inside of me brings me to the edge and I jump over the ledge, falling into a wild orgasm that has me screaming and rocking against him. He doesn’t stop thrusting. A minute or two later, he groans loudly, spilling his cum inside me. We stay like that for a few moments before he pulls away and drops me back into the water.
I watch him climb out of the pool to grab a towel from a recliner. He wraps it around himself, giving me a look filled with disdain, hate, and something else I can’t quite name.
Then, with a voice that sounds cold and cruel, he says, “Just like I told you, Vittoria. I will break you.”
The door to the pool area swings open, and two of his men walk in. I immediately cover my exposed breasts, listening as heinstructs them to take me back to my room. Then he walks out, leaving me naked, ashamed, and angry with two men.
Fuck him.
Chapter 8
Dario
I step into the gala with the ease of a man who belongs, even if I have no real interest in being here. The chandeliers overhead drip with crystals and reflect the wealth packed into this room, but all I see are vultures in designer suits.
The charity is nothing more than an excuse for the rich to stroke their egos, to throw money around and pretend they aren’t the kind of people who’d slit each other’s throats for less. I haven’t come for the charity, though. I came to remind certain people that I’m back.
Rafa flanks my right, his eyes scanning the crowd like he’s waiting for someone to give him a reason to ruin their night.
"This is a waste of time," he mutters. "You really wanna sit through this circus?"
"Just long enough to make my presence known," I say, accepting a glass of bourbon from a passing waiter. I take a sip, letting the burn settle deep. "And maybe have a little fun."
That fun comes sooner than expected as Enzo Castelli strolls in.
He’s hard to miss, all arrogance wrapped in an expensive suit, his black hair tied back in that ridiculous bun he thinks makes him look sophisticated. His usual smugness rolling off him in waves. He shakes hands, kisses cheeks and smiles like he isn’t the same man who spends his nights ruining lives for sport. And then his eyes find me.
