Page 152 of Stalking Ginevra

My stomach dips. I force my gaze to remain on his, even through the sting of yet another rejection.

Benito reaches between our bodies, unzips his fly, and pulls out his cock. Its tip rests against my inner thigh, long and thick and hard, radiating a surge of heat that makes me pant.

He holds my hips, positioning me just above his crown, and grips his length at its base. Anticipation sizzles between us like static electricity, making the muscles of my pussy convulse. Holding onto his shoulders, I lower myself down on his shaft, inch by thickening inch, until he’s fully sheathed.

The stretch is incredible, and I can’t help but moan. Benito remains poker faced, until my muscles clamp down on his length.

His eyes flicker with emotion, and I track every infinitesimal shift in his expression. He’s furious, I can feel it, but he won’t shove me off. At least not until he’s come.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” I whisper against his lips. “Ever since you proposed, I’ve wanted you. Fucking you is like winning the jackpot.”

His jaw tightens, as does his grip on my hip. He grinds into my pussy and snarls, “We’re married. You were always going to get sex.”

I lean in, pressing my forehead to his, my hands cupping his jaw and forcing our eyes to meet. “I don’t just want to be your wife. I want to be your best friend, the way we were before I ruined everything.”

His thrusts falter for a second, his breath coming out harsher, and I know I’ve struck a nerve. But he recovers, his eyes hardening once more as he grips my waist and drives into me with more force.

Ecstasy explodes across my core, drawing out a gasp. I throw my head backward, just as he finally begins to speak.

“You can’t fix this with words.” His voice is like gravel, rough and unforgiving.

“I know I betrayed you, but I want us back. I never stopped loving you.”

He scoffs, his hands tightening around my waist as he holds me steady, thrusting up into me with a controlled frenzy that leaves me breathless. “How can I believe a word you say?” His words are a snarl, his breath hot against my skin. “Less than forty-eight hours after you fucked another man?”

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them away. “It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

He pounds up harder, his body tense beneath mine, as if trying to punish me for every word. But I don’t back down. I meet his gaze, my hands still cradling his face, my body trembling with every movement.

“I love how you make me feel,” I continue, my voice hoarse. “Even when you’re cold and cruel… you always make me feel alive.”

His breath quickens, and I see something flicker in his eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly, replaced by that familiar hard shell.

“What the hell do you want from me, Ginevra?” he grinds out, his body tight with tension.

“Remember who we were, what we had,” I whisper, running my trembling fingers over his chest. “That future we imagined when we were kids. I don’t care what it takes. I’ll fight for it. Fight for us.”

His eyes narrow, his grip tightening on my waist as he thrusts into me one last time, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make any promises. He just stares at me, his gaze burning with something I can’t quite name.

But I know I’ve gotten through to him. I can feel it in the way his body responds to mine, in the way his grip around my hips softens, so it’s no longer punishing.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yours,” I whisper back, my heart pounding against his. “Always.”

SIXTY-NINE

BENITO

Hours later, I’m crouched behind an abandoned brick building, hidden in the dark. Larry Zambino is pacing beneath a flickering streetlight at the other end of the alley. The slot-machine-tampering bastard is waiting for Victor Bellavista.

Reaper kneels at my side, scanning the street. The rest of the crew is scattered, tucked away behind dumpsters, corners, and abandoned cars, waiting for the moment to strike.

So far, Victor Bellavista has been a ghost. Counterfeit chips, rigged slots, and a host of scams we’ve yet to uncover. The man has had his hands in my business for too long, and I’ll make him bleed out every stolen cent.

Despite the urgency of tonight, I can’t stop thinking about Ginevra, and how she lured me into that ambush. She kept me hostage with her tight cunt, squeezing the life out of my cock while she filled my ears with honeyed words. Words I’ve longed to hear the entire time we were apart. Words that went straight to my heart.

By the time I climaxed, I was ready to fall to my knees and beg for her forgiveness. My jaw tightens. I’m powerless against that wretched woman.