The thought had Giancarlo moving instinctively and urgently, his fingers wrapping around her wrist as he hauled her back and pulled Sarica down to the couch with him. She landed on his lap, her breath hitching as his arousal throbbed against her belly.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
She shook her head, and anger flashed in his eyes.
“Do you need reminding who you belong to?”
Sarica had no chance to answer, with Giancarlo turning her around as he lied down on his back. His hands were under her dress in the next moment, and all she could do was gasp as hetore her panties off her body. He parted her folds open, and a moan slipped past her lips.
She knew she should be thinking of escaping, but instead she found herself fumbling with the buckle of his belt and unzipping his pants—-
Aaaaaaaah.
His mouth latched on to her tiny nub of pleasure, and the moment he started to suck, she could no longer help herself.
Her fingers wrapped around his pulsing length, her lips closing around him as she, too, started to suck.
Sarica heard Giancarlo groan as she took him deeper into her throat, but it was also her turn to moan right after as he thrust his fingers inside of her.
Their pants filled the room as they pleasured each other. Both of them sucking harder and harder. The movements of their bodies becoming less and less controlled until finally, oh, finally, they were coming at the same time.
Time passed, and as much as she wanted to delay having to think—-
Reality came all too soon, and Sarica could already feel her eyes start to sting as she pulled away. She could feel his gaze on him as she rearranged her dress and clumsily rose to her feet.
"I love you, Giancarlo," she said jerkily.
"Sarica—-"
"B-But if you insist on making it seem like I n-need you to be s-something in order to love you—-" Her voice faltered. "You'llmake me think that it's the same for you. Do you need me to be something for you to keep loving me? Will you stop loving me if I'm no longer what you need?"
Chapter Fourteen
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE.
Please come after me.
Please say you don't want me to go.
Please stop me from leaving.
But none of these things happened as she ran out of the room, past the crowds in the club, and into the endless night.
She ran without knowing where she was going, and she would have kept running if not for someone suddenly blocking her way—-
Justina?
In Sarica's desperate attempt to avoid collision, she ended up stumbling backward and straight into a mountain of garbage bags stacked against the alley wall. One of the bags burst, and the stench of something umistakably fecal assaulted her noses.
"Oops."
Sarica's heartbreak turned into annoyance in a flash at Justina's tone of sham sympathy.
The other woman made a show of wrinkling her nose even as she offered Sarica a hand, and even though Sarica knew she should just be thankful—-
I'm so sorry, God.
Sarica allowed Justina to pull her up before stumbling forward and wrapping her arms around the other woman as tightly as she could.
