Page 65 of Blood Money

“I pissed on you?” I whisper-yelled.

Through his ragged breaths, he grinned. “No. That was squirting if I’ve ever seen it—which I haven’t, for your information. And it was hot as hell.”

“Christ,” I muttered.

When he released my legs, I winced.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” Concern bled from him.

“No, I just got stiff.”

Immediately, he scooped me up. I grimaced at the feeling of his cum leaking out of me because God only knew where all that was gonna end up. We’d been in mykitchen. I’d have to bleach everything. I buried my embarrassed face in his neck.

“Which room?” he asked.

“My grandma gave me hers,” I muttered. “But I need to get cleaned up.”

“The hell you do. I’m only gonna get you dirty again.”

He gently laid me on the bed.

“I at least need a towel,” I insisted.

He rolled his eyes, but he went into the bathroom. I heard the cupboard open and close. Then he came back out and gestured for me to lift my hips before carefully laying the towel under my ass.

Once I was situated, he spread my legs, and I tried to squeeze them shut. He was stronger than me, though, and his reprimanding glare made me pause. “I love seeing that on you. Never imagined that could be so fucking sexy.”

“What?” I was still a teeny bit embarrassed.

“My cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. Damn, I tore it up,” he replied in amazement.

I snorted, and my eyes went wide when I felt more leak out.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and I was shocked to see his hand sliding up and down around his already-hardening length.

He climbed between my legs and entered me again.

It took three more rounds before we fell into an exhausted heap.

“NothingIsEnough”—DevourTheDay

Present day….

She draped over my side in a boneless sprawl. One leg was tucked over mine, her head rested over my still-pounding heart, and her hand lay flat on my abs. Across my chest, I could feel her little puffs of air with each exhale.

“Kendall?” I said quietly in case she was dozing.

“Hmm?” she immediately responded, so I lifted my head to see her eyes open, though heavy-lidded.

“It’s not important right now,” I murmured, not wanting to disturb her postcoital bliss.

But she lifted her head and propped her chin on her hand so she could meet my gaze. The green of her eyes in that moment was almost surreal. “I’m awake. What?”

Unsure, I wet my lips. Now that I’d opened my mouth, I wished I hadn’t.

“Vittorio?” she asked, and I could see the worry beginning to form in the depths of those emerald orbs.

“Tell me about what happened. How you lost… him.” I hated that I hadn’t been there for her. I’d like to think that, had I known she was pregnant, I would’ve snuck away. But after my grandfather’s threats, I honestly didn’t know if that was true. Regardless, I wished I’d been there.

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