She does. She just doesn’t want to give it to me. Not after tonight. Not after what I said. Not after I told her the truth about us—what Ireallyneed her for.
But her body’s betraying her again. Grinding harder. Gasping louder. Every roll of her hips is an admission she can’t put into words.
I slam up into her—once, brutal, forcing her cry to echo in the car. The windows fog. Her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Say it,” I command, voice a razor across her skin. “Say who owns this pussy.”
“You…fuck…you?—”
“Louder.”
Her climax hits mid-word. A ragged scream: my name, broken, choked out between sobs and clenched teeth. Her cunt pulses around me, wet and wild, milking me as I thrust through her orgasm.
I follow with a groan, buried deep. I don’t pull out. I stay locked inside her, holding her there—panting, shaking, owned.
My hands fist in her hair. My mouth presses to her neck, damp with sweat and sex. I don’t apologize. She wouldn’t want me to.
Outside, the courtyard is still. Somewhere in the Castello, a light flicks on.
Let them see. Let them hear what it means for me to lose control, to take what isn’t mine.
We’re beyond fucked.
We don’t makeit to the bed. We barely make it through the door before I’ve got her against the wall.
I don’t wait. I don’t ask. I just grab her and push her back, hard enough that the frame rattles. She makes a noise—half-gasp, half-moan—and claws at my jacket like she wants to tear it off me.
I beat her to it.
My hand rips into the front of her dress, and the fabric gives with a loud tear. Her tits spill out, nipples hard and flushed. I grab her tits with both hands and squeeze. Rough. No warning.
She gasps again, louder. Her hands slam against my chest, then twist in my shirt as I roll her nipples between my fingers. She moans. Not soft. Not pretty. It’s messy and hot, and it makes my cock throb.
I lean down and suck one into my mouth. She makes this fucking sound—her head thrown back, body arching, thighs already rubbing together. I bite her nipple just to hear it again. Then I bend, grab under her thighs, and lift her off the floor.
She wraps around me fast, tight legs around my waist, panties already wet against my pants. I press her harder into the wall and shove her dress up over her hips. She’s panting now, pulling at my hair while I bite down on her neck.
“Keep moaning like that and I’ll fuck you right here,” I growl.
She digs her nails into my shoulders. “Do it.”
I pull her panties aside. She’s soaked—dripping down her thighs, heat pouring off her. I don’t tease. I push in fast. Deep. Her cunt’s tight and slick, clenching around me like it missed this. Likeshedid.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying myself all the way.
She moans loud and grabs the back of my neck, holding on as I start thrusting into her hard. Fast. Her body jerks against the wall with every slam of my hips. Her tits bounce in my face, and I grab them again, pinching one nipple and sucking the other into my mouth.
She’s loud. Moaning nonstop now. Every time I thrust, she makes another desperate sound and her pussy gets tighter.
“You were this wet the whole damn dinner?” I grunt, fucking her faster. “Sitting across from me, pretending you weren’t thinking about this?”
“Shut up,” she pants, rocking against me. “Just…fuck me…”
I do. I fuck her rough, one hand on her ass, the other squeezing her tits, sucking her nipples until her body starts to shake.
She comes fast. Her legs tighten. She cries out, nails raking down my back. I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, pounding into her while she’s still coming.
Then I carry her to the bed. We crash down. She climbs on top and rides me without waiting. Her tits bounce. Her hair’s wild. Her cunt’s still soaked and tight, clenching around me with every grind of her hips.
