Page 78 of Blood Money

“WrittenInStone”—Seether

Present day….

Iwanted to fuck her so hard that she felt me for days. I wanted to imprint myself in her, but I also wanted to get a quick taste of her again. I jerked out and pulled her ass cheeks apart so I could see everything, then lowered myself and stuck my tongue into her dripping pussy. Fuck, she tasted good. I dragged her juices up to her ass, where I circled the tightly puckered hole. She squirmed at the sensation, but I held her in place. My cock surged at the thought of filling her there.

With a nip to her perfectly rounded glute, I kissed up her back and then grabbed her drying hair. Using it like a handle, I turned her head and murmured in her ear, “Has anyone ever been in your ass?”

Her sharp inhale proceeded her breathy “No.”

It pleased me that I would be the first. But not yet.

I sank my teeth into the slope of her shoulder, and she moaned. Trailing kisses down her spine, I used one hand to drag the end of my shaft through her slick pussy lips. Feeling her heat, I notched the tip in her slit. Then I grabbed her hips and pulled back as I drove forward. I did it again and again until my entire cock was buried in her hot cunt.

“Jesus, you’re so tight. This pussy was made just for me, wasn’t it?”

“God, yes,” she whimpered.

“Fucking right it is,” I ground out. I withdrew just enough to thrust hard and deep back into her welcoming sheath. “I’m never letting you go now. You should’ve run while you could.” I drove in again.

“Not a chance,” she gasped.

A primal growl rumbled from the depths of my soul. From the darkness a chant arose.

Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

With lust-glazed eyes, she glanced over her shoulder at me as I pounded into her. Those evergreen depths held me tight, and I couldn’t look away.

That coupling was harsh and desperate—a long overdue claiming. I slammed my cock into her until she came all over me, her release dripping down my balls. Her violent contractions squeezed me until I exploded, her pussy spasming so hard and so long, she milked me dry.

Sweaty and spent, I fell to her side, dragging her with me.

“Holy shit,” she panted. When she spoke, it pushed her tits into my arm. I cupped one and snugged closer. My wet dick was sandwiched between us, and I didn’t want to move for at least two days. Well, unless I was inside her.

“Things aren’t always gonna be easy, but I swear to you, I will always love you. You will always be my priority,” I promised her, my eyelids heavy.

“That’s all I ask,” she murmured.

We dozed for a while. It was dark when we woke up. Naked, we shuffled out to the kitchen, and I scrounged us up some food, then scooped her up and carried her back to bed. That time, we went slow.

By the time I filled her, she had come three times, and I had worshipped every curve and every inch of her skin.

“Love you,” she mumbled, half asleep.

Resting on my elbow, I looked down at her and smiled. “I love you too,” I replied and kissed her cheek.

I’d do my best to make sure she always knew that.

By killing Mario, I’d left us with a lot of unanswered shit. Not that I had any faith that he was ever going to talk. And now we had more stress to deal with if the Bratva was poking around. I knew Gabriel was wondering if they’d been working with Mario, because I sure as hell was. But I didn’t believe he would’ve told us.

I nuzzled her soft, curly hair and breathed in her scent. With her in my bed, I was content.

Kendall

The next day after Vittorio went off to meet with his brother, I picked up my phone. Chewing on my lip, I debated whether I was making the right choice. I mean, after all this time, I had to ask myself—did it matter?

I think it did, because my heart needed answers.

Using my video chat, I called my mom. It rang a few times. Finally, her image popped up on my screen.

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