Page 54 of Savage Roses

He grabs me by the thigh with his other hand and flexibly raises it up on the table, opening me up to newer, deeper angles.

I’m too overcome to last long. A few skillful, violent strokes from Salvatore, and I’m gushing.

Coming on his dick and seeing double of everything.

I claw at the table and lose my voice from how desperately I cry out.

Salvatore bites my shoulder, licks my salty skin, only driving deeper. “That’s right, Phi. Let everybody in the city know your sweet little pussy’s being fucked. It feels fucking amazing when you come on my dick. But guess what? I’m not through with you.”

A whimper leaves me as he pushes me down, cheek pressed into the table, and buries himself to the hilt.

The split-second calm before the final storm crashes in.

Salvatore curls over me and slams into me like a madman. His heavy, muscular body pinned atop me, every ragged drag of air from his lungs and twitch of his dick tells me he’s in the last stretch.

I close my eyes, my bottom lip between my teeth, and enjoy the ride.

Being held down, dicked down by Salvatore ’til he fucks me so good I come again and he comes too, filling up my pussy.

It happens within a moment—Salvatore’s powerful hands clench my hips and he jams his dick into me as he groans out his explosion.

The warm, wet feeling of his release and his twitching dick send me over the edge once more.

I orgasm much softer, with a small sigh and tremor of my body. My hand finds my sore, swollen pussy, and I can’t help delighting in the mess we’ve made.

Salvatore kisses my neck, shoulder, back, and wherever else he can. He pulls out and turns me over, drawing me against him for a lazy, spent kiss on the lips.

“Don’t ever think that again,” he says, wrapping a lock of my hair around his hand, tugging hard enough to force my attention. “That I’m choosing not to go after him. I need you to believe me when I say it’s important. Because it is.”

“I believe you. I know it is. I shouldn’t’ve said it.”

“And you were right. I was being an asshole.”

I smirk. “Aren’t you always?”

“More than usual. I was pissed at tonight going left. It was a very close call. Maybe our closest yet.”

“That floor I was on. They were sellingpeople, Jon.”

“That floor was called the Mill. It’s where members go to act out their fantasies.”

I shudder against him at the memories of things like the medical room and the oddity of the man in a pig mask with a district judge who was partaking, punishing him. Worst of all, the cage room. “I want that place shut down. The whole society. If I were still ADA, I’d open an investigation—”

“We’ll figure out a way. Tonight was a failure… but it was also a success.”

My right brow arches. “As in?”

“Your attacker. If he works on that floor, then he’s a trafficker. That narrows it down considerably. We might even be able to set him up another way—set up a fake actor to pretend they’re interested in a purchase.”

“You will never stop trying.”

“Of course not. We’ll get him, Phi. It just has to be smart… and safe.”

“I still want to be involved. I still want to confront him.”

He grabs my clothes off the floor and hands them over. “He won’t be killed ’til you get to see him and get your closure.”

I barely register he’s handed me my dress back. I’m more focused on him and the emotion welling up in my chest.

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