Page 20 of His Vicious Desire

Giggling, I run my hand over the arm wrapped against my waist.

“For the love of god, go to sleep.”Is gritted out into the back of my neck.

“Hm,” I run a finger over his hand flat on my stomach.“Gaetano, do you think I’m sexy?”

“Merda.”The curse word in Italian is against my neck.“You have two minutes to fall asleep.Two seconds more than that, and I’m out of here.”

I’m sad.“I knew you didn’t.That’s okay?—”

Those hands around my waist hold me tight as, oh my fucking god, he presses something that feels like steel into my ass and grinds against me.“Does that feel like I don’t think you’re sexy?You are a wet dream come true, Bianca.You are also too damn young for a dirty old man like me.There’s also the fact you are the little sister of my best friend and a man who would kill me if he ever found out you’re in my bed and in my arms.Sandro will kill me without hesitation or regret.You are the only good thing in his life, and he won’t allow someone as dirty and damaged as me to touch you and ruin you.”

The words are low, almost a whisper, yet he might as well have shouted them.Gaetano wanted me.I wondered if he felt the crazy electricity, and he did.But he also would never do anything about it because if he did, Sandro would kill him.And he’s right.Sandro and that promise he made to my mom all those years ago would never allow him to let Gaetano live.

“Why did you hate your wife?”I whisper the other question I desperately need the answer to.

“Mary thought want was love and told me she loved me one hundred times a day.She marked it off every time she said it, like some fucking science experiment.If she said it enough, maybe I would love her back.From the moment she saw me, she wanted me.I didn’t feel the same.She was too young, too immature, too clingy.It all made me resent her, and gradually, the resentment turned to hate.”

“That’s so sad.I can’t imagine a more hellish life.Poor Mary.”

The bitter laugh is harsh against my neck.“Not poor me.Thanks, angel.”

“Loving you is easy, Gaetano.You’re like something out of a magazine, all tall, dark, and gorgeous.Then add in rich, and it would be hard not to love you.But you’re also like a Greek statue, hard without any softness to you.She pounded her heart against rock, hoping you would come to love her.I touched myself for weeks after my birthday to the memory of you carrying me up to my room.So, yeah, poor Mary.”I sigh as my eyes slide closed.

Okay, I knew it.With Gaetano’s arms around me, the dark doesn’t feel so scary.There’s no fear I’m going to float away.He’ll keep me safe and tethered to the ground.

Gaetano

The moment she slips into sleep, I feel the change in her and allow the moan I’ve kept trapped inside out.This is the stupidest thing I’ve done in my life, and I’ve done a lot of stupid shit.I’m now trapped in this house with her until she’s clean.

There is no telling Sandro about any of this without him killing me.The Rubicon was crossed the moment I got into bed with her instead of calling Sandro and telling him what was going on.

With a little moan, she snuggles into me.My arms tighten around her, and my cock is screaming to be inside her.This is heaven and hell all at once on a level I never thought was possible.Carrying her up to the suite the night of her party was one thing.With Joanna only feet away, I hadn’t dared to let the effect she had on me show.There was no savoring the moment, allowing all of my senses to drink her in.Now…fucking hell.

There is no one here to see, not even her.Giving her a twenty-milligram gummy when she’s never had one before could have blown up in my face.What if she was one of those not-so-rare bad reactions, and it kicked anxiety into a hyper state?Hell, she could have been allergic.I should have started lower and gone up gradually, like she was anyone trying edibles for the first time.

All logic fled me when I saw how her pupils were dilated and the way she was scratching at her neck without any awareness of what she was doing.The tremor in her voice when she said she felt like she was coming out of her skin stressed me the fuck out.Seeing her in that much distress messed with my head.I knew the gummy would be fighting with the anxiety and stress of her withdrawal, and decided to take the chance and have it knock her out.

I was beginning to wonder when it was going to hit her.The reason I rushed her in the dorm was because I didn’t want her floating or hitting the floor without me.

I’m going to pray for the first time in twenty years that she doesn’t remember any of this.The gummy is going to send her into orbit, and she will sleep like she’s dead for at least half a day.Once she wakes up, she won’t remember shit.It’s the only reason I answered her honestly by grinding my hard-as-a-rock cock into her.Then she made my cock begin to leak by liking it instead of pushing me away the way she should.

This is wrong, so fucking wrong… Except this is the only time I will have with her.

In one swift movement, I have her on her back.The long, black skirt she’s wearing comes off with a tug.There is a line of dampness showing along the white cotton panties she’s wearing, allowing me to see the outline of her pussy lips.She was wet from me holding her.Was it before or after I ground my cock into her ass?

Now that I see her body’s reaction to me, I don’t hesitate.Curling my fingers around the waistband of her panties, I draw them slowly down her long, soft as-silk legs.

Pulling my phone out is wrong, even more than all of this but I’m already sentenced to the depths of hell for what I’m doing.The flash is on auto and doesn’t go off with the first picture.I set it to on and take another.This one is better with the flash.I take two pictures as I widen her legs.

The sight of her has my mouth watering.Her lips are bare, but her mons is covered in thick black curls—the perfect way for a woman to be, as far as I’m concerned.Bare would be a reminder of her age and what a dirty, depraved bastard I am for what I’m doing.

I fall on her like a fiend, needing to taste her.Delicious.Tart, yet sweet—like a strawberry not quite ripe.I lick every inch I can reach and hate that there is no new juice no matter how hard I work to make her come.Damn it, this is what I get for doing this while she is so deep in sleep that her body doesn’t recognize what is happening to her.

Frustrated, I give up the taste of her sweet pussy and move up her body.Sliding her shirt up, I find a white bra with lace between the cups and along the edges covering her.The cups are thick, and the weight she’s lost is visible in how the cups are bigger than they should be to properly support her tits.

Anger fires through me all over again at the thought of her taking the speed to lose weight.I want to find the woman who said that shit and kill her slowly.

Yes, her body is soft and curvy.And it’s the way I’ve always wanted my women to be.I’m pretty sure it was a direct rebellion against my petite, painfully thin mother.Growing up, I worried she wasn’t healthy.She wasn’t, except it was a mental thing, not a physical thing.

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