She pushes down, fingers tightening, and I lose control. Holding her waist, I set the pace, driving deep, hard enough to shake the Hummer. She clings to me, her breath ragged.
“I want you dripping with my cum. You are mine.”
She slaps me hard across the face. “Shut up and fuck me,” she snaps, and I snarl in response. I pull her off me, and a gasp escapes her lips when I flip her onto the seat on all fours. Bending down behind her, I thrust in again, grabbing her waist and pounding with everything I’ve got. She wants this. No hesitation, no holding back, not anymore.
I yank her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. “This how you want it, Principessa?”
“Yes!” she screams. I push her down until her head rests on the seat, ass high, giving me the perfect angle. I spread her cheeks, spit on her asshole, and slide a finger inside. She stretches around me, breath growing heavier. I play with her asshole, matching my finger’s rhythmto my cock driving into her. She pushes back, begging for more. Who knew my principessa would have such a filthy side?
I empty myself inside her as she comes hard on my dick. Pulling out, I zip up and straighten my suit. She pulls down her skirt, smoothing it over her hips.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand. Before she can clean up, I drag her from the Hummer, ready to face the night ahead and what it may bring us.
31
Charlie
Walking into Pulse with Luciano shadowing my every step feels like stepping into another world—one where every pair of eyes is a spotlight blazing down on me. I can almost hear their whispers, the employees probably wondering what damn miracle landed me beside him. And the crowd, oh, they’re seething with envy because it’s me, not them, who’s got Luciano. I study him as we move through the club, watching how the room’s energy bends to his presence. They have no idea I just left him breathless in the back of the Hummer, and the sticky proof still clings to my thigh. Part of me wants to slip away to the restroom and wash it off. But another part? It wants to wear it like a badge, a silent testament to what just went down.
His hand finds the small of my back, firm and possessive, guiding me up the stairs to the VIP area, the very booth where our chaotic story began, where I threw that drink and set everything in motion. Memories flare like a sudden, sharp flame.
“Finally!” Mel’s voice cuts through the music as she barrels toward me.
My head jumps back, caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”
“Stefano picked me up. Surprise!” I glance at Luciano, a sly smile curling his lips. That sneaky bastard. For a split second, guilt pricks me. Did I really forget to invite her?
Before I can spiral, Izzy thrusts a shot into my hand. “Here, catch up.” I down it in one smooth gulp, the burn warming me from inside out. Damn, if only it was Luciano’s warmth coursing down my throat instead. Without missing a beat, I call for another and slam it just as fast.
Mel yells over the pounding music, “Come on, girls. Let’s dance!”
“Can I be a girl? I want to dance too!” Mattia pipes up, making Mel and Izzy burst into laughter. How much have they had already?
I turn to Luciano, grab his face with both hands, and pull him in. Our kiss is fierce and claiming. If anyone’s thinking of touching him, they’ll have to get through me first.
“You done marking your territory? I want to dance,” Mel whines behind me.
“Coming,” I say, catching Luciano’s eye just as he nods subtly to Mattia. Odd.
Another shot down the hatch, and I take the girls’ hands, leading the charge to the dance floor, with Mattia tailing us. “So, which lucky girl gets to grind with me?” Mattia shouts, sliding into the center of our circle. “Or all three of you?” He winks, shimmying just in front of me.
Mel laughs. “You may be Luciano’s brother, but I still think he’d kill you if you touched Charlie tonight. Have you seen the way he’s staring at her?”
“You can dance with me, hot stuff,” Izzy teases, pulling him close. They melt into each other like no one else is in the room. My eyes wander over Izzy as she dances all over Mattia and I can’t help but feel jealous, wanting her to be moving over me instead.
“Just like old times,” I shout to Mel, looking for a distraction. I sway and throw my hands in the air, feeling the music pulse through me.
She pulls me into a tight hug. “I missed you.”
“Me too, Mel. Sorry, it’s been a crazy couple of months,” I whisper back. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Luciano’s gaze fixed on me. His glass raises in a silent salute, and confidence surges through me. Time to stir the pot. I grab Mattia’s arm and pull him closer to dance. Our bodies press close; his heat radiates against me, but not once does he cross the line, no matter how much I tease and touch.
“Playing with fire, Red,” Mattia jokes.
“That’s the plan,” I murmur in his ear. His eyes flicker over to our table, no doubt to Luciano. “I need to pee. Be right back,” I say over my shoulder.
As I turn, Mattia grabs my arm. “I’ll come with you.”
“What? No way, you can’t come into the bathroom with me.”
