Page 52 of Captured Fantasy

My footsteps crunched across the parking lot. It wasn’t until I’d opened the trunk of Mrs. Venetti’s car that I heard a second set of footsteps join mine. I froze, recognizing the familiar tread. Silence fell and I turned.

Cosimo stood a few feet away, watching me. Rage boiled in my stomach that he had the audacity to approach me like this after abandoning me for months. I glared at him, whirling, and began pulling the cooler out of the trunk.

“Here, let me,” he said, stepping up behind me.

Arousal battled with rage as I felt his hard body press against mine. The front of his pants brushed my ass as he leaned past me to gently take the cooler from my hands.

“Fuck you, Cosimo,” I said quietly.

He stiffened and I heard the cooler fall to the ground. Then his hand wrapped around my upper arm and he pulled me between the cars and pushed me up against the vehicle. The breath left my lungs in a rush as he fell against me, pinning me beneath his body. His hot, insistent mouth met mine, kissing me like he was starving.

My body was on fire. My nipples hardened, rubbing up against the inside of my sundress. I rarely got wet so quickly, but I felt it rub between my thighs as he kissed me. His fingers slid up over my breasts, over my throat, and tangled in my hair. Pulling my head back so he could push his tongue past my teeth.

My body went limp in his arms as he kissed me, consuming the breath from my lungs. He smelled so good and his body was so hard and muscular against mine. The familiar ridge of his cock beneath his pants ground into my stomach.

He pulled back, panting. His eyes burned with that dark, hot energy.

“I shouldn’t have left you,” he said.

I shook my head, wordless.

“Lucien forbade me from seeing you,” he admitted. “He found out I’d spent the night with you and there was hell to pay. But, fuck it, I don’t care. I can’t stay away from you any longer, Mrs. Russo. I need to taste your pussy. Now.”

A barrage of emotions flooded through me. Anger at Lucien, mortification that he’d found out Cosimo had spent the night, and annoyance that Cosimo hadn’t told me this before now. I barely had time to acknowledge my feelings before Cosimo was down on his knees in the gravel, pushing up my skirt. He yanked my panties down around my ankles and bent, but I blocked him with my hand.

“Cosimo, stop,” I whispered, mortified.

“Why?” His dark eyes were impetuous.

“We’re in the church parking lot, there are people everywhere. Someone could walk by and see us at any moment.”

“They’ll get a show. I want to taste you, Enza.”

I shuddered, my pussy aching. Begging for his touch.

“Where’s your truck?”

Without speaking, he got up and tossed the cooler back in the car and shut the trunk. I pulled my panties up as discreetly as I could. He took my hand and led me across the parking lot to the side furthest from the church. I kept my head down, praying the people around us didn’t notice.

He lifted me into the passenger seat and shut the door. It became clear to me right away that this wasn’t going to work. There were people close by and his windows weren’t tinted.

“Fuck,” he said, breathing hard.

I came to my senses as I sat there beside him. “I’m not doing this just so you can walk out on me again.”

“I’m not walking out on you, Mrs. Russo,” he said.

“I’ve heard that one before,” I snapped.

He reached across and took me by the nape of the neck, turning me to look him in the eyes. “Don’t get mouthy with me, Mrs. Russo. Just because you’re a few years older than me doesn’t mean I won’t turn you over my knee and spank your ass red.”

I gaped at him, my face burning. “You have…some audacity.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Cosimo.”

I reached for the door handle, but he hit the locks. The engine purred to life and he threw the truck in reverse and backed out of the parking lot. I clung to the handle as he pulled out onto the road, accelerating to almost eighty. It was a narrow, deserted road that led back to the highway if followed long enough. I gritted my teeth, refusing to beg him to slow down, refusing to speak to him at all.

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