Something snaps.
I grab her legs. Lift them. Hook her ankles over my shoulders.
The angle changes everything.
She's completely open to me now. Completely vulnerable. I can see where we're joined. Can see my cock stretching her.
"You want to scream?" I pull back. Almost all the way out. "I'll make you scream."
I slam forward.
She does.
The sound tears through the room. Louder than any club music. Louder than anything I've ever heard.
I don't stop.
I fuck her hard. Deep. Relentless. Each thrust drives her further up the bed. Each thrust pulls another scream from her throat.
Her nails claw at my arms. Her back arches off the mattress. Her eyes roll back.
"Yes!" she cries. "Yes, yes, yes?—"
I pound into her. Feel her walls flutter around me. Feel her body tighten.
She's close.
So am I.
Too close.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine. My balls draw up tight. Every muscle in my body coils.
I'm going to come.
I pull out.
My hand wraps around my cock. One stroke. Two.
I explode.
Hot ropes of cum paint her belly. Her ribs. The underside of her breasts. I groan through it, my whole body shaking as I empty myself onto her skin.
She lies beneath me, chest heaving, covered in my release.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Vittoria
Warmth surrounds me.
Something solid and alive pressed against my back.
Dmitri.
His arm wraps around my waist. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm. His breath ghosts across the back of my neck, warm and even.
I don't move.
