Venezio was faster, though.
His free hand shot out, closing around my throat, tightening.
My head went fuzzy, my lips tingled, then I was coming without a sound, but so hard that my vision went spotty for a moment as the waves crashed violently over and over.
Venezio fucked me through it, only releasing my throat as he slammed deep and came with me, a curse on his lips, his gaze on mine in the mirror. The look there, it made a strange, warm, gooey sensation move through my chest.
He reached for me afterward, pulling me against his chest and wrapping both arms around me, holding me together as the aftershocks moved through my overwrought system.
It wasn’t until my breathing was even again that he slowly slid away.
I nearly stumbled at the loss of him as he turned and walked off.
Sanity came back to me slowly, then all at once.
Not only had I let him fuck me in a public bathroom, but I hadn’t exactly been quiet about it.
I rushed forward toward the couch, snagging my panties, and dragging them up my legs before quickly getting back into my bra.
After washing his hands, Venezio joined me, buttoning and tucking his shirt before zipping and securing his belt.
The tie was next.
Before I could grab my dress, though, he was reaching for it and helping me back into it.
I walked over to the vanity, using a wet paper towel to clean up my eye makeup and smeared lipstick.
I ran my fingers through my hair.
It wasn’t bad.
There was nothing I could do about my flushed skin, about the freshly fucked satisfaction on my features.
I tossed the towel then rushed toward the door and unlocked it.
Before I could reach for it, though, Venezio’s hand slammed into it, keeping it closed.
Then his hand was at my jaw, firm, possessive.
His lips landed on mine.
It was a hard kiss.
Like he was trying to make a point.
Like he was staking a claim.
And as I was still leaned against the wall with watery legs, he pulled open the door and gestured for me to move out.
Feeling shaky, I did, glad when I saw no one around to catch us and our lascivious ways.
I glanced back at Venezio, feeling my stomach twist at the possibility that he might act differently now, treat me differently.
But after straightening his tie, his hand went to the small of my back again and started to lead me toward the ballroom.
Close as we were, I felt the change in him before I turned to see it.
His whole body tensed.
