“Tristan—”
“Louder, baby. Let the whole neighborhood know who you belong to.”
I spread her thighs wide, hook her knees over my shoulders, and bury my face in her pussy like a starving man. She’s loud tonight, finally loud, no more hiding behind her hand, no morebiting her lip until it bleeds. Every flick of my tongue makes her scream my name.
“That’s it,” I rasp, sucking her clit hard. “Let go for me. Show me how good my tongue feels in this perfect little cunt.”
She comes fast, thighs clamping my head, fingers yanking my hair, back bowing off the counter. I don’t stop. I slide two fingers inside, curl, stroke that spot that makes her sob, and keep licking until she’s shaking through a second orgasm, voice breaking on my name.
I stand, shove my sweats down, fist my cock once, twice. While I grab a condom and slide it on, she’s sprawled out, chest heaving, eyes glassy and trusting.
“Ready for me, baby?”
She nods, reaches for me. “Please.”
I’m sliding into her slow, savoring the way she stretches around me, when her phone buzzes on the counter beside us. The name LUCA flashes across the screen.
Minerva freezes, whole body locking up.
A cold bolt of fear slices right through the heat—losing her is the only thing I’m actually afraid of.
Not today, motherfucker. Not ever.
I lean over her, still buried to the hilt, and hit accept. Speaker.
“Hey, Luca,” I say, calm, deadly. “You wanted to talk to my girl?”
Minnie’s eyes go huge. She tries to push me away, panic flaring, but I band an arm under her back, hold her tight, thrust once, deep, deliberate.
She moans, loud, broken, right into the phone.
A heartbeat of silence.
“M–Minnie?Minnie? What the—what the fuck—who—you’re letting him touch you?”
His voice fractures, climbing into a pitch that doesn’t sound human.
“Put her on—put her on—I swear to Christ—”
More static. Something crashes — like he’s knocked something off a table. I don’t even break rhythm.
“She’s a little busy right now, squeezing my dick, Luca,” I growl, voice low and lethal. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Listen to me, you motherfucker—I’ll kill you. I’ll—” He chokes on the word, fury strangling him. “—I’ll rip your fucking throat out, you got that? You think you can put your hands on my—my—”
He can’t finish it. He sputters, snarling. “Minnie, answer me!”
I smirk, pull almost all the way out, slam back in.
“Hear that?” I growl. “That wet sound? That’s her pussy taking my cock. Something you never managed, right?”
Luca shrieks.
It’s pure animal.
He gasps, the sound ragged, incoherent. “You dead man walking, you stupid puck monkey. D’you hear me? D. E. A. D. I’ll put you in the ground myself—”
He’s unraveling, tripping over his own breath. I’m surprised he can still spell.
