“What the fuck?” I gasp out, breathless and confused. But he grins down at me before grabbing the front of my pants and tearing them off me. He stuffs the ripped remnants of fabric into his pocket. Grabbing my thighs and slides me further onto the desk. He leans forward, grins at me and smashes his face into my pussy.
He spears me with his tongue, and I yell out, “Oh, fuck.” I try to move, but he places one heavy hand on my stomach. Holding me down when the other slides up my thigh, gripping me tight. The look in his eyes when he stares up across my body makes me squirm against him, and he buries his face between my legs.
His thick finger slides inside me, and I wince slightly at the sting, but he removes it, replacing it with his tongue, licking around every inch of me as his finger pushes through my cheeks.
My head flicks up, and I stare at him, and he smiles as he presses his thick digit against my tight ass, watching me for any sign of refusal—but I want this, I want it so fucking bad, but I smirk and lie back as he slides his finger in. I breathe out once he’s fully inside before he licks at me again, sucking my clit into his mouth and sliding his finger in and out of my ass. At the same time, I groan and writhe against the cold mahogany of the desk as he slowly fucks my ass with his thick finger. I can feel every knuckle as he glides it in and out of me. I grind my hips against his face and slide both hands into the top of his hair. I grip one tight, wrapping the strands of hair through my fingers, and the other hand, I slide to the back of his head and grind myself against him.
He groans against me. The vibration of it sends tingles through my pussy as I push harder, bucking against him. He pushes another finger inside me, and I can feel him opening me up as I rotate my hips against him, and fuck, I want that. I want that so fucking bad, my heels dig into the table, my hips buck off the surface as I scream out, my release flooding out of me. Vittorio groans as he sucks hard against me, lapping at me, taking every drop ofcum that I spill before I sag, panting. I try to calm myself before I let my eyes open.
He stands grinning down at me, cum covering his mouth and chin. He grins at me, feral, dirty, before he tugs the front of his bottoms down. The wet patch on them is evident from his precum. The look he gives me now is just pure unadulterated lust. A raging fire burns inside of him, and I so want to get burnt.
He grabs my ankles and yanks me back toward him. He rests my legs on his shoulders. He slides his cock through my cheeks before pushing the tip of his hard dick against my ass. He pauses and waits for confirmation. I give him one nod as he slowly pushes inside. I gasp and claw at the edges of the desk. I swallow hard as he closes his eyes, grunts, pushing inside me steadily, inch by inch. Once he’s inside, the tension ebbs away. The only noise in the room is our out-of-breath pants, before he stares at me, turns and kisses my leg.
He winks before he pulls out and plunges into me. He grits his teeth as he pulls back, crashing his hips against my ass. He stares down at me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs as he grips them tight, and he slams into me. I cry out, gripping tight against the desk. My fingertips cling as my nails bite into the wood. There’s screeching as the desk crawls across the room with every thrust, and I gasp as he rips himself out of me, grabbing his dick in his own hand and pumping it once before he bursts. Cum firing out across me, my pussy, my stomach, and my tits. I groan as the hot ribbons fall across my skin.
I stare down at myself as Vittorio’s head sags, his hand rests on the edge of the desk, and he just pants. He’s quiet for a minute before he looks up at me, his soft dickhanging out of the front of his joggers, and just stares at me.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he whispers, and I take in the expression on his face. In that moment, I fully believe him.
I glare down at myself. Then, as I stare back up at him, he climbs on the desk, over me and kisses me. His body crushes mine as the cold cum sticks to both of us. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back because in this moment, I don’t give a fuck. I feel like we’re getting stronger every day, and I have to admit my walls are starting to crumble for this man.
Bellino
Chapter Twenty-Six
I pace the cabin. I’ve heard nothing from the Mancinis. Tommaso hasn’t answered his phone in over twenty-four hours. I’m starting to think she may have caught and killed them.
Their incompetence is frustrating. This thing with my fiancée, well, ex-fiancée, sister-in-law or whatever, irks me. The principle of being side-stepped for my useless brother makes my usually calm and stoic exterior burn. It peels back my skin in a way that makes me feel out of control. Which causes me so much fucking tension.
I’m normally so in control. I have to be—but all this with Vittorio, it’s driving me crazy. I don’t normally feel anything. I feel this though, boiling away inside of me. At some point, something will have to give, and someone will pay the price. Those two someone’s are the root cause of the betrayal. Father’s enabled Vittorio his whole life, and soon he will feel every piece of the torment he’s been the cause of since I was a boy.
I’m just about to let the phone ring out when someone answers.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Hello,”
“Hello? Fucking hello. Where the fuck is Tommaso?” I spit out.
“Erm…” They trail off.
I wait. I seethe and nothing. They don’t fucking answer, just nothing. I can still hear him breathing on the other end of the phone, and if I were there right now, I would rip his fucking windpipe out, so I didn’t have to hear him breathe. “Tell him to fucking ring me as soon as you see him. You get me?”
Islam the phone down and breathe before starting to pack up my things. Looks like I’m heading back to the city to sort this out myself.
As I pull up to the house, I’ve reset my steely resolve. I remembered who the fuck I am and what I’m fucking capable of. So now I’ll set my trap and lie in wait. I will end her, then him, in the most brutal way possible. I step out of the car and up towards the house. Pushing inside, I head straight to Father’s office. His gaze flicks up as I push inside. I take the seat opposite.
“When can I make my move?” I unbutton my jacket and lean back. “When can I end this?”
“Soon.”
“Soon? What are you actually waiting for?” I grit out, he’s adding to my frustration. I don’t wait. I always act. I don’t know why he’s got my leash so tight.
“I’m giving him a week, then we’ll bring him back in and then you can talk to your brother.”
“Talk?” I huff. “And when he won’t come.”
“He will!” He sounds confident, like he knows something I don’t.
