Page 133 of Stalking Ginevra

“Benito… I belong to Benito Montesano.”

Pride swells in my chest, even though it shouldn’t. My wife might be unfaithful, but there’s a part of her that still clings to me. Pressure builds in my core, my veins coursing with white heat. Her words are a sweet concoction that tip me right over the edge.

“Bob Brisket,” I demand, my voice a ragged whisper. My hand snakes around to her clit, fingers rubbing in tight, fast circles, pushing her to the edge. “Say it.”

“My husband, Benito.”

Her head falls back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her walls milk my cock with brutal precision. She cries out withanother powerful orgasm, the sound and sensation pushing me over the edge.

I follow my wife, my hips slamming into hers as I come hard, shooting jets and jets of hot cum. My entire body shudders, the release so violent and all-consuming that every nerve in my body sets on fire.

Coming down from the high, I collapse against her, but the satisfaction I expected doesn’t follow. My cock twitches, but the thrill is fading fast, leaving behind a strange hollowness. I balance my weight on the stairs, my heart still pounding in my ears.

This was supposed to be perfect—what I’ve waited for, fantasized about for years. But instead, there’s this gnawing emptiness, like I’ve lost something I’ll never get back. My first time, and I’m no longer sure if I’ve claimed her or if I’ve given away a part of myself I can’t claw back.

“Get off me,” she snarls, her hands pushing on my shoulders.

I pull out, my breath ragged, my eyes fixed on Ginevra’s face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her lips swollen, but I’ve never seen her look so disdainful. For a second, I wonder if my helmet has come loose, but I still have night vision.

“No matter what you do, I will never want a man like you,” she spits.

Even though she’s talking to Brisket, I can’t help but flinch. Pushing my cock back into my pants, I swallow hard, wondering what the hell I’ve just done.

Ginevra curls into herself as if hiding from what just happened. “You’ve taken what you want. Now, leave.”

I stand up, adjust my pants, unable to prolong the charade. My first time was everything I thought it would be, yet there’s too much to process.

All I know is that I’m no longer the same. In taking her, I’ve changed. There’s a part of me that feels raw, exposed, in waysI didn’t expect. Like my soul is torn open, corrupted beyond repair.

But it doesn’t matter.

She will belong to me by any means necessary, even if I have to burn everything else to the ground. If this is what it takes to keep her, then so be it.

“Get out,” she screams.

My jaw clenches, and reality trickles back. She doesn’t get to paint herself as the innocent victim, taken against her will. Despite her words, a part of her still wanted Brisket.

I crouch beside Ginevra, grabbing her chin and forcing our gazes to meet. Her eyes are distant, her breath still unsteady, and I know she’s thinking about what just happened. She’s replaying our first time together and hating herself for how much she enjoyed it.

“You’ll never be free of me,” I whisper. “Never.”

I let go and step away, leaving her trembling and broken on the stairs. If Ginevra thinks she’ll be able to slip back to the hotel and resume our marriage like nothing’s happened, she’s in for a cold, hard awakening.

Tomorrow morning, Brisket will deliver a surprise that will tie Ginevra to me forever.

SIXTY-ONE

BENITO

I step out of the car, letting the cold breeze hit me like a slap, but the burst of juniper-scented air does nothing to clear the mess of my thoughts.

My mind won’t stop reeling from my first time with Ginevra. Her tight heat still clings to my shaft, and no amount of menthol can shift her aroma. I’m haunted by her moans, her gasps, the sight of her beneath me on the staircase.

Shit. It wasn’t supposed to be like this—in the dark, on concrete steps, with me pretending to be someone else, taking her like some damn thief.

But she gave me no choice.

It looked like we’d reached a breakthrough after I rescued her from the brink of multiple disasters and after a pleasant evening at the casino where we’d connected. But The moment I turned my back, she left.

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