The pain and pleasure mix has my head spinning and my ability to breathe almost nonexistent. I don’t want this fast. I want her slow. I want to feel every inch inside her and for her to feel me buried deep within her for days.
I grip her hips, slowing the pace as I swivel my hips, making sure to hit every pleasurable spot inside her. Her head tips back as she moans, giving up control to me. Rocking into her, I thrust my hips upward as I pull her downward, slamming our bodies together in unison.
She cries out, her hand still on my shoulder, nails digging into me, and I’m fucking loving every moment of this. Daphne’s brown hair cascades down her back, sweeping against my pants as she tethers me to her with her grip.
“You feel that?” I ask as I pummel her slick pussy with my entire cock.
She moans, not giving me the answer I want verbally, but her body convulses as I speak.
“Do you feel the way I want you? The way I need you?” My voice is rough and my breathing even more ragged than before. “Look at me,” I order her, wanting the connection deeper than just the flesh.
Her dark brown eyes connect with mine, and something snaps. I pull her face to mine, crashing my lips against hers as I pick up the pace, thrusting my cock deeper and harder than before. I’m chasing the high only Daphne Gallo gives me.
Her insides constrict around me, sucking me deeper, stealing my breath. Her body’s pulling out the orgasm I’m not ready to give. I want more of this. I want more of her.
She bucks against me and pushes my hands away, bucking and bouncing on my dick as her tongue dances with mine.
I’m lost.
I’m a goner.
I’m completely addicted to Daphne Gallo, and I’ve never been so completely fucked in my entire life.
8
Daphne
“What’s that?”Michelle moves my collar aside and gasps. “Did Leo do that again?”
I slap her hand away and cover the spot I thought I had concealed. “I fell,” I blurt out, but we both know it’s bullshit.
That bastard. He left a bruise on my neck where he bit me on the plane as I rode him through multiple orgasms. I no longer regret the claw marks I no doubt left on his shoulder either. I now realize he’s quite fond of leaving a mark somewhere on my body, and not in a discreet place, which I’m sure is part of his master plan.
Michelle grabs the side of her head and grunts. “Are you fucking stupid, or do you have a death wish?”
At this point, I’m thinking a little bit of both. Why else would I be drawn back to Leo…repeatedly?
Angelo walks behind the bar and narrows his eyes, zeroing in on the hickey on my neck.
“Lower your voice.” I motion toward my brother with my chin, not wanting him to hear a word of our conversation.
She glances at Angelo and smiles like she’s covering our tracks and totally failing. “Answer the question.” She doesn’t even move her lips when she speaks.
“I ended things,” I tell her.
At least, that’s what I told him when I kissed him goodbye as we stood outside his plane on the runway. Even though we fucked like rabbits and he quite possibly may have given me the best orgasms of my life, I wasn’t sure I could see him again.
There is no future for us.
How could there be?
Our families are enemies, and by extension, so are we.
Michelle crosses her arms over her chest, cocking her head to the side and giving me a look. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” I scoff and wave my hand in the air. “Totally.”
She narrows her gaze. “He may be on the up-and-up, but we both know his father isn’t.”
