Page 80 of Made to Sin

I suddenly needed to feel him break as much as I did. I needed to feel that he was as deeply into it as I was.

“Please, come inside me,” I whispered.

It was reckless, but it was already out of my mouth. For crying out loud, I needed to stop speaking without thinking.

Logistically, we had been doing it without protection, so anything he had, I would have gotten. Plus, I was on birth control, so pregnancy was out of the equation. Not great reasoning, but reasoning nonetheless.

He tensed above me. “You want me to come inside you? I don’t give a fuck about how many times you say this pussy is yours, if I come inside you, it’smine.”

I whimpered at his crassness, admitting my defeat with a nod. Yes, I was a weak, weak woman, but the dark grumble of satisfaction that came from him made it worth it.

He situated both hands on my waist and lazily resumed his thrusts, following a casual rhythm as if he could do this until he decided he was satiated.

His temper was gone, but now that I was used to his intensity,I craved it. I wanted him to pound into me, claiming me as he stated he would. Instead of letting him control the pacing, I leaned forward and threw my ass back on his length.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, the delicious fervor arose again. My throat was raw from the previous round, but I couldn’t stop more screams from exiting. I yelled his name like a prayer, begging him to give me his all.

His thrusts became faster, more dominating, as I hungrily took it all. The dirty and sloppy manner he was pounding into me queued another orgasm that threatened to burst.

I placed my hand over one of his to let him know. “Luciano, I’m so close,” I whined.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Come for me like the good girl you are,” he hoarsely directed.

I couldn’t tell if it was the sensual command or because he intertwined our fingers for the last bit, but with one harsh thrust, he finished me off clean.

My stomach churned and tingled as my walls clenched around him to support my toe-curling orgasm. He groaned and shortly followed. I moaned, savoring the feeling of him twitching inside me and the warmth of his release.

He rolled off of me and onto his back. Without his hands holding me up, I did the same out of pure fatigue. He had the stamina of a horse, and I was embarrassingly bad at cardio.

Neither of us spoke. The silence was comfortable at first.

Until it wasn’t.

I thought after sex, my attraction for him would ebb. I thought there would be nothing else in store for us. We were finished. We got the most out of each other, and that was that.

Instead, my heart clenched and fought against the notion of it beingjust sex. There was no point in denying it anymore, the truth was as tangible as the cum dripping down my thigh.

I had a crush on Luciano Beneveti.

Not wanting him to read my thoughts or further risk the dynamic we had going on, I suppressed the soreness between my legs and made a move to stand.

Something weighted around my wrist and held me back.Heheld me back.

A match of hope lit from the touch, growing larger as my stupid body craved more of his affection. Maybe it was too convincing because my mind started to believe he felt it too.

I scanned his face, hoping to find a sign there was at least an ounce of how I felt. There was nothing, per usual.

But, as his irises shined under the recessed lights, he let me see that he wanted me to stay. I couldn’t tell if it was because I was looking for it or if it was because I was in a sex-induced haze, but it was enough for me.

I stayed.

IFSOMEONEWERETOASKme what I thought Heaven was like, yesterday night was what I would describe to them.

Screw what I said about Heaven being too good for me. While it might have been true, I didn’t care. I was going to enjoy it and hope I didn’t fall too far from grace when I got thrown out.

Coming home from a long day of work and seeing Katarina waiting for me was worth it and more. I nearly lost my mind when I opened the door to see her in the flimsy lace that left little to the imagination. It made me so fucking hard I had to get my fifth whiskey of the night to calm down.

I didn’t want to fuck her until she was ready, until she was sure she wanted me to. Because if I did, she was mine forever. I told myself I was stronger than lust, strong enough to deny her seductive games.

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