Page 82 of Addicted to Santino

“I’m not hearing this.” My voice rises. “Let me go!”

His lips press against mine, capturing my scream. Nerves fire within my body like firecrackers. His touch is so hot it burns, blazing with animosity. Deep down, my body grows excited but I bite at Santino’s tongue.

“Damn,” he licks his lips. “I’m so fucking wrapped up in you, Gina. Let’s get back to the truth. A bottle of fucking water that was laced with something. Those bitches paid him to drug me.I had to get fucking tested, Gina.” Though he slaps a palm to his chest, the fleeting relief on his face evolves into smug satisfaction. “So, I beat Carlos’s ass to within an inch of his life.”

“You need to calm down,” I mutter. Santino’s fingertips graze down my cheek. Though gentle, prickles run up my spine at the unnerving, sinister undertones.

“Could have fucking killed him.” The cutting chill in Santino’s demeanor causes me to push him away.

“You’re trying to scare me.”No shit, Sherlock! He’s toying with—

“I left him alive because as soon as you stopped running from me, Carlos was supposed to be the one to tell you this. Tell you how those bitches paid him. Almost took my first life, Gina, because I love you that much.”

My forearms press against the rock-hard wall of his chest. I’m trembling. I know now what he’s saying is true. Shanda’s sister is in love with Gabriella. That could be the reason Gabby is such an asshole. We never mention it. Geraldine had snarled about if she were a lesbian at Thanksgiving. That was a fucking mic drop, only the three of us understood.

Though I believe Santino was played, I’m so wrapped in jealousy all I can see is other women touching him.

“Look at you,” Santino murmurs. “You look so fucking merciless, Gina. I’ll go choke Carlos till his last breath, will that make you forgive me?”

I gasp. He’s read my entire mind. “Santino—”

“Yeah, I see the truth doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter what you believe because you’re already living in this truth:I’m not fucking letting you go, Bella.”

Santino rubs a hand over my frame, kissing me hard, saying he’s finished playing nice. As I push him, Santino’s tongue swirls over my neck, creating tingles of excitement. “I’m sorry, Santino, for my cruelty. Still, you can’t keep me here!”

The man who became my most tender lover in the past stops licking a line along my neck to bite down hard. He pulls back, a hungry, dark gleam in his eyes. The glistening sheen of sweat along his face seems more pronounced at his strong jawline.

Hands balled into fists, I open my mouth to argue, but he thrusts two fingers inside. Though his raw male energy is starting to scare me, I bite him back. Eyes bright, I stare at his smoldering, manic face. He laughs. His attractive body has erotically terrifying vibrations moving through my body like a sonar.

My cheeks flush brighter than red wine. Trying to hide the sudden fear swirling in my stomach, I push Santino’s chest. The heat of Santino’s naked, slick skin against my palms makes me shiver. I stutter, “I’m-I’m done ap-apologizing for not giving you a chance to explain.”

“It’s too late for apologies.” Santino sighs, rubbing his fingers where my teeth have left a mark. “Too late to use that pretty mouth for good.”

Santino’s fingers naughtily peel my soft lips open. Delicious heat rushes up my spine, tinting my cheeks, and leaving my mind scathing. His monstrously sexy tongue dips into my mouth, and my core floods with desire. The heat from the fireplace is stifling. The warmth of our bare skin pressed together is too much.

My ex settles against me. His lips tickle my ear. “Open that mouth, sweetheart. Say something defiant, you’ll be punished. Say something nice . . .” He winks. “Same punishment, Bella.”

I shake my head.

"Tsk, you have nothing to say?” His lips run along my jaw. “The only defiance I appreciate from you is that tight, wet pussy stretching around my dick. Don't you want my thick cock pumping that luscious pussy?” His hand encircles my wrist, bringing my fingers to his stiff erection.

Though my walls are contracting, craving him, I silently shake my head.

“Open that mouth,Gina,tell me you’re addicted to me the same way I am to you. That you know, I’ll forever own this hypnotic pussy and that stony heart in your chest.”

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Santino

The princess’s reign of terror has ended. Her dazzling chocolate eyes flash with horror as I grasp her nipple between my fingers. She screams. While my fingers clamp onto one breast, Gina looks down at me as my tongue works her other nipple. This one, I drag through my teeth until her back bucks against the wall.

“Stop-stop-stop!” She begs as my cock strains between us. I’m acutely aware of her screaming and clutching at my hair. Ignoring it, I pull as much of her breast into my mouth and suckle on it. My other hand journeys down her soft abdomen, stroking the slightly toned flesh of her thighs. I’m diagraming the roundness of her ass, squeezing tightly.

“Oh, my—!” Gina’s eyes widen as my fingertips stroke her sensitive core.

My fingers twirl over her pussy, thrusting hard. Finger-fucking her, I pant. “All the malice spewing from your mouth, Gina. Is it a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’? Bella, you have no idea what you want. But between your thighs is the fucking truth. A fucking faucet.My faucet.”

Eyes closed, Gina arches in pleasure, climaxing as my fingers pump inside of her. I’d scented her arousal while dancing for her. She was marinating in delicious honey the entire time. Her body seizes, and we relish in the pleasure I created as she climaxes. Her walls tighten, suctioning, cum dripping over my fingers.

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