Page 140 of Say I Do

“Hurry up,” I urged.

Benito looked around and reached over my head. He grabbed a lube packet from his pants. I cocked a brow.Looks like I’m a good influence after all.

“The only time you listen is when my cock is buried inside of you.”

He ripped it open and squirted some on his cock and then more on his fingers. He lubed up my hole, not really taking the time to stretch me. I didn’t want it anyway. I wanted him now. The desperation was eating me alive.

“I need you to fucking listen to me,” Benito groaned as he sheathed himself inside me.

My back arched off the floor as spots danced in my vision. Pain exploded up my spine and turned into lava as it crept through my body. My moan got stuck in the back of my throat. If Benito said anything to me, I couldn’t hear him. I was so lost in the pleasure and pain I couldn’t think straight. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I sank my blunt nails into his back.

“Harlow,” Benito groaned. He pulled back, and I expected him to slam into me. I anticipated it. However, he slid in ever so slowly, making sure I felt every inch of his thick cock stretching me.

“???????” (Don’t be nice.)

I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I would fall apart at the seams and be unable to function. I buried my face in the crook of Benito’s neck as he held me as if I were glass.

Maybe I was. It felt as if, at any second, I would shatter.

“Mostricio, non nascondetevi da me. Non eri quello che cercavo, ma sei tutto ciò di cui ho bisogno.” Benito’s fingers wove through my hair and pulled my head back.

I screwed my eyes shut. There was only so much I could take.

“Look at me.” Benito’s voice was oddly soft and I shook my head. His hold on my hair tightened, and he yanked it back further. “Look at me.”

The command rocked through me, and I swallowed past the ball in my throat. I opened my eyes and blinked away the blurry vision as I met Benito’s gaze. My heart pounded against my ribcage, threatening to break free.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” he mumbled. “I can’t wait to stare into them for the rest of our lives.”

Don’t make promises you won’t keep.

I wasn’t someone who desired sweet nothings in bed, but I craved to hear more from Benito. His gentle thrusts drove me crazy. I clawed at his back, urging him to wreck me more. I could handle rough sex. I could even take being used, but this almost lovemaking between us would be my downfall.

“What— What are you saying?” I couldn’t understand him. There was always passion between us, but this felt like so much more than the undiluted lust that always seemed to plague us.

“I’m saying you’re mine, Harlow.” Benito kissed me as he continued to thrust inside. “You’re going to be mine forever. There is no end date. Even in death, it’s me and you.”

Was he saying what I thought he was saying? I could be hallucinating.

“??????” (I love you.)

“I need to hear it in English.” Benito rocked into me, his cock hitting my prostate, taking me apart.

His brown eyes weren’t as cold as before.When did he start looking at me differently?How come I hadn’t noticed till now?

“I think I lo—”

Benito stopped moving and stared at me as if his life hung on my words.

“What?”

“Iloveyou,” I spat the words out as fast as possible, ripping the band-aid off and waiting for the sting.

Benito kissed my face, and I realized I’d closed my eyes. I forced them open and sucked in a breath at the softest smile on Benito’s face.

“I love you too.”

“What?”

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