It’s all that I want, the thing I’ve been missing in my life.
“And where will you go, hmm?” I tilt my head and my brows lift. “Back to your room?”
“Yes.”
“To do what exactly?”
Her frustration reemerges and her eyes flash with an impending attack. “I’m fucking Beni and I’m going to fuck him some mor—”
She makes a choking sound the second my fingers wrap around her throat. My cock springs free when I shove my pants down, and using the arm around Violetta’s waist, I lift her so that her cunt skims the head of my cock. Then I thrust into her with every ounce of strength in my body. Her scream would’ve echoed throughout the entire mansion if I wasn’t squeezing her airways.
Watching her mouth part, her eyes slide closed, and her face take on a contorted expression of pleasure is enough to make me come. But I don’t because I want this to last. The need to be inside her has been driving me insane. It’s all I’ve been able to think about and I lied to myself that if I had her just one more time I’d be able to leave her alone.
What a fucking joke.
As I slam into her luscious body and her cunt fists my cock, her arousal sliding down the length of it, I know I’m fucked. Violetta wraps her legs around me and grips the iron baluster as I fuck her ruthlessly and without remorse. This is what I need. The beast within craves more, hungers for more of her, and the damn thing is insatiable.
But so is Violetta.
She arches her back and digs her heels into my spine every time I thrust into her, timing the gyration of her hips to mine. She grinds down on my cock as I drive into her and squeezes me when I withdraw. I fuck her until I think I’ll fall to my knees, and she’s there with me, giving me as much as I’m forcing on her. When my cock swells and my balls lift, my cum about to spill into her, Violetta mouths the wordharder.
My beast takes control and I thrust in-between her thighs, using every muscle available to maintain my stamina. But also to give her what she needs.
“You better come for me,” I pant in her ear. “And I mean right fucking now.”
Her obedience is swift and the walls of her cunt ripple with the orgasm now consuming her. I release her throat and she sucks in a breath to scream her release, but I’m swallowing it, muffling the never-ending cries. In return, she stifles the roar I emit when I pour into her cunt, still kissing her as though she’s what I need to survive.
And I’m starting to believe that to be true.
Together, with our breaths uneven and labored, our hearts nearly exploding, and our bodies shaking, we come down from the sexual high. She lets her arms fall and wraps them around my neck. I have to lean into her to stay upright, and after shifting her slightly, I lower us to the floor with me still inside her.
She buries her face at the base of my throat and then sighs. It’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. My lungs fill with much needed air and then I release it slowly. Not a sigh, but definitely full of satisfaction, one that’s deep enough to reach the marrow in my bones.
The sound of a door opening and closing on the floor above has me on alert. Violetta stiffens in my arms and then tries to disentangle herself from me, but I hold her down. She meets my gaze with wide, frightened eyes and then looks up. Two pairs of footsteps hit the stairwell at the same time, the bottoms of their feet slapping against the marble.
“Rafael, this is ridiculous.”
Violetta bites her lip when her sister’s voice reaches us in the curved part of the staircase at the bottom. I shoot her a look meant to silence her and she nods, her face now pale.
“Come on,viziata. Whipped cream is fun, not to mention tasty. I’ll grab it and then we can finish what we started.”
Carina exhales on a giggle and the couple turn the corner leading to the kitchen. Violetta’s heart races so quickly I begin to worry.
“You will stop being scared right now,” I say in her ear, my voice low.
She gives me an incredulous look, but her muscles relax a little. It’s enough for me not to be concerned with her blood pressure.
My brother and her sister return seconds later and race up the stairs, clearly not trying to be quiet, and prove they aren’t aware of our presence. Once the door closes upstairs, Violetta goes limp in my arms.
“That was too close,” she says.
I huff out a laugh. “I fucked you on a table in the middle of an open patio where a number of people could’ve watched, but now you want to be shy?”
“It’s mysister!”
“Who’s doing the exact same thing we just were.”
“I need to go.”
