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It was a fucking explosion of sensations. I’d never felt anything like it in my life before; I saw fireworks behind my eyelids, and I let myself scream his name aloud.

“Oh God! Yes Huxley, yes!”

I couldn’t lie still any longer, my body convulsed with involuntary jerks of pleasure swimming through my limbs. Huxley had his prize, the absolute and complete dominance of my body, so he didn’t mind. He held me down, mercilessly working me until I’d spilled a whole puddle of my own pussy juice on the bed. Once I was limp from the exertion, he sat up and wiped his slick, wet mouth, with the happiest expression I’d ever seen on his face.

God, I knew he turned me on from the moment I saw him, but I never expectedthis. This was a turning point in my life, a moment in time that I’d remember for the rest of my life as the very moment I found my inner slut.

15

Huxley

“You must be really gone, man.”

“What?” I turned and looked at Vinnie, who sat in the driver's seat with a knowing smile. We were already in his Merc, parked in the Moretti house courtyard, and waiting for Antonio to join us. He had his cigarette lit, arm hanging out the window, while I had my toothpick pressed between my back teeth, turning it absentmindedly.

“She must be amazing, to have you acting like this.”

“Wait, acting like what?” I lifted my hands questioningly, unable to stop the smile that was stretching across my face. I knew what he was talking about, and he knew it, but I wouldn't be admitting anything.

The truth was, I couldn’t get Olivia out of my mind, even more so than before we started fucking. All day, every day, I saw the images of her jiggling ass, splayed thighs, bouncing tits, all burned into my memory for-fucking-ever. She was too perfect to be true, and I’d never had such great sex before.

Sure, she was less experienced than other girls I’d been with, but she had this curious eagerness to her that just did it for me. I could see and feel how much she wanted me, how much her body responded to me. My body did the same for her as if we were just made to fit together, destined to fuck for life.

Jesus, Hux. For life?

I reprimanded myself for being so goddamn pussy whipped, but there was no denying it. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would have been like if Olivia hadn’t gone off the rails and run away. If her idiot father hadn’t decided that she was no longer worthy to marry me. If the treaty had her and my name next to each other, instead of mine and Viola’s.

I had to try to stop it before my wedding day came. I didn’t know how I would work this out, but I had to find a way to put an end to this fucking madness of arranged marriages left, right, and center. It wasn’t a modern world solution, so why the fuck were we sticking to it? My resolve had circled right back around since Olivia came to me because now I had so much to fight for. That pussy? It was worth fucking dying for, I swear.

“You’re not gonna tell me who she is?”

Vinnie was a large man. The kind they hire as bouncers, so I never underestimated his physical abilities. While I was a fucking bastard in a fight, Vinnie still had me flinching whenever he had it in for me. Today at least, we were in a jovial mood, but I couldn’t just tell the man to fuck off and mind his own business.

“Nope…”

“Is it somebody’s wife?”

“Nope.”

Well, not yet anyway. Not if I can help it.

“Is it… a famous model?”

“I ain’t you, Vinnie. You’re the one with black-card girlfriends in penthouses.”

“Hey,” he shrugged, “I have my type, you have yours. So…” He became thoughtful. “You ain’t me… so you’re saying she’s not rich, or famous.”

“I wasn’t saying shit, Vinnie.”

We eyed each other from the side before laughing together. He could tell I wasn't going to give up any information, but he had his fun trying. The fun quickly simmered away when Antonio hopped into the back seat.

“Let’s get to the sit-down, boys.”

“No problem, Boss.” Vinnie flicked his cig and turned the engine. We drove across the city to a very secluded little Italian restaurant downtown, close to where we actually grew up as young boys, before moving into the big house. There was already one man seated at the front door, casually reading a newspaper, and another at the street corner, puffing on a cigar.

Vinnie stepped out first, took a look around, then walked over to Antonio’s door. As soon as he opened it, I had the clear to get out, too. Heads down, we entered the restaurant after a quick nod to the doorman.

“Ah, Don Moretti!” A round man with no hair and an apron came toward us, arms open. Antonio smiled, giving the man a hug and a kiss on each cheek.

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