My fingers are drenched to the palm, my dick aching like it’s never been touched before. I could fuck her, ram my cock inside her and make her grind up against the base until she creamed all over me… Instead, I slip a thumb onto her clit and watch her face light up. “You like that, you slutty little virgin? You like getting finger fucked outside a church?”
Her look of tortured misery combines with a flood of girl-juice. I laugh and pump her harder, faster. “You’re so twisted. I fucking love it. Now come. Show me what a whore you are.”
She closes her eyes to concentrate but at the last second I change my mind, pulling my fingers away. She’s not allowed to come. This isn’t about her. “You’re gonna get dick now, okay?”
She nods, still adorable despite the inferno she’s thrown me into. “I want to feel it, Domenico. Pleaaaase?”
She purrs the word like it’s got nine extra syllables, her eyes are narrowed, her cheeks and forehead flushed.
Some part of me is aware I shouldn’t do this, take her coveted virginity in the back seat of a probably stolen car, but I’m already shoving down my briefs and pulling out my cock. She wraps her hand around me and my eyes roll back in my head. Her sloppy tugs reignite the anger boiling in my gut and I lean down and sink my teeth into the side of her neck.
Again, I expect a slap, again all I get is a gasping cry.
“I’m gonna eat you alive,” I snarl, hardly aware of what I’m saying. “I’ll kill you, then myself and everyone else in the whole fucking world.”
She pumps me, sending every blood cell in my body to my shaft. “Why don’t you just… instead?”
I can’t. She can’t even say what she wants me to do to her. It’s wrong. It’s so fucking wrong, but then she’s settling over me, sliding her slippery pussy across everything. My cock is toying with her unfucked entrance. One good shove and I’d be in her, ending it all.
Why can’t I do it? Why haven’t I already done it?
But I know. The others will forgive me for taking January to the funeral. They’d forgive me for shooting Parker before the contract’s signed. They’d forgive me for running Velvet House into the ground with Nick Cage level spending, but if I jack this girl’s virginity in a stolen car in Brooklyn, they’ll never look at me again. Not Bobby. Not Morelli. Especially not Adriano.
With monumental effort, I wrap my hands around January’s hips and lift her off me. “No.”
Her face contorts. “Doc!”
I slap her ass. “Domenico, and if you wanna fuck the pain away, that’s fine, but your first time won’t be like this.”
“But—”
I slap her again. “Keep pushing me and I’ll spank your ass purple. I won’t stop until you bleed.”
Her mouth twists. “I’m sorry, I just want to feel bad.”
I examine her, so light and lush she might be a dream, and a filthy,putrididea occurs to me. “You really wanna get fucked?”
She nods frantically, the pain inside her held back by a thread.
“You don’t mind if it hurts?”
“Iwantit to hurt. I want to feel bad.”
And that’s all the answer I need. I lower her onto my lap. “Hold still.”
She makes a soft mewling noise and screws her eyes shut.
I spit on my fingers then pause. Am Ireallygoing to do this? It would easily make the top five worst things I’ve ever done; banging a virgin’s asshole after her Zia’s funeral…
But it wouldn’t betheworst thing that I’ve ever done. And surely, that’s what counts?
I rub my slippery fingers against January’s asshole and she lets out a yelp. “What are you—”
“Shut your mouth.” I grip her hair in my free hand. “I call the shots from here on out. You got that?”
“Yes,Domenico.”
I groan, my throat vibrating with satisfaction. “Except that. You’ve got permission to say that as much as you like, Tits.”
