Page 112 of Flawed

The man slaps the woman's ass, and she screams, "Yes! Oh! Again!"

He obeys, screaming something in Russian.

I tug Chanel's head back so she can still watch but also see me from the corner of her eye. I thrust faster, press her clit harder, and demand, "Come for me, my stellina."

Red burns her glistening cheeks. She cries out, and her body buckles, forcefully trembling. Her eyes roll, and she presses her other hand on the glass.

An obsession to keep her in this state overtakes me. I grit my teeth, willing myself not to come and feeling high from the sheer power my body has to give her this.

"Luca," she whimpers, blinking hard as if to refocus.

I turn her head and kiss her, taking every bit of her love I can get.

It only makes me want more.

Every swipe of her tongue drives my insanity for her higher, making it harder to hold myself back from releasing inside her.

But I do. Maybe it's because I know she'll be out of my arms once this is over. I'll return to feeling empty and regretting every second of my life.

I turn her back toward the window. The couple's covered in sweat. The man's pumping wildly into the woman, and her ass cheek is red from his hand. He's returned to holding her head on the mattress, and her eyes stare at us, her face scrunched into an ecstatic expression.

"What we have isn't going to go away," I insist, inhaling the strawberry scent of Chanel's hair and slowing my pace.

"Oh God!" she moans. The window fogs so much, there's no way she can see past it.

I take my hand off her clit and swipe the window, but it's covered in her breath again within seconds.

She whimpers, "Luca... oh... oh..."

I glide my hands up her arms and press against her, wanting to be as close as possible.

Russian fills the air as the man releases inside the woman. Her shrieks get louder and compete with his words.

It's the catalyst to my own demise. A new earthquake rips through my stellina's body, and she squeezes her pussy around my cock so hard I explode.

"Fuuuck," I growl, getting hit with dizziness from the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"Oh... my... oh...!" Chanel moans.

Heaven and hell wrap together. Every moment of ecstasy is blissful until the aftermath sets in and torture reigns. When Chanel turns, setting her glistening eyes on mine, I want to die.

We're still no closer to escaping our reality. She thinks I'm an Abruzzo. I can't tell her I'm not. No matter how much I rack my brain trying to think of ways to overcome our obstacle, it's pointless.

There's only one solution, and it's always been the answer.

I have to kill Jacopo.

I need to return to my rightful place in the Marino family. One where the world no longer sees me as an Abruzzo.

And all the years I've spent failing at killing Jacopo flash before me. The solution has never seemed so far away.

"I need to go," Chanel states, breaking my heart.

"Come home with me," I beg.

She closes her eyes and then shakes her head. When she opens them, she says, "We need to stop this before someone finds out."

"Stellina—"

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