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I whimpered, my toes curled in the heels as ecstasy played havoc in my body. He fucked me as if he was trying to possess my soul, and I loved every fucking second of it.
Elio’s thrusts stuttered, and I clenched around his huge cock, moaning at the first splash of hot cum. I wanted him to stuff me full of his seed.
“Mmm. More…Please, daddy,” I moaned. There was no way I could keep cumming, but I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted this forever.
ChapterFifteen
ELIO
My skin felt too tight,and I fought not to scratch. It’d been a while since I’d felt anything close to being nervous. Or at least it was what IthoughtI was feeling.
“Wow, this place is beautiful,” Sayge said.
The tension rolled off me, and I’d have to remember to tell Ken he wasn’t going to die. He’d tossed out all of my suggestions for a date and instead made a reservation at the exclusive Scots Monarch.
Sayge hooked his arm around mine. His platinum blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. He wore diamond earrings to match the necklace around his neck. Normally my angel wore feminine clothes, but for the date, he had on black fitted slacks and a white button-up with the top three buttons undone.
I had half a mind to take him back home so no one else could look at him. Dar was next to him, licking his lips in anticipation of the food. He could eat, and I felt that I’d be ordering a pizza for him even after the five courses.
He wore black on black. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off the multitude of tattoos on his arms.
“What time is our reservation?” Calvin asked.
I checked my Rolex before offering him my hand. A beautiful red hue dusted his cheeks as he grabbed my hand.
“In ten minutes. Let’s go in,” I said.
“You know I wasn’t expecting you to be so affectionate out in public,” Sayge whispered.
“Why?”
He opened his mouth but shut it before any words came out. A breathtaking smile graced his lips. “Never mind. I forget you’re weird sometimes.”
I shrugged as we made our way inside.
“My stomach is trying to eat my spine. I can’t wait to eat,” Dar groaned.
“You ate three sandwiches literally before we left,” Calvin said.
Listening to my boys go back and forth was like sitting in a puddle of blood and watching life flicker out of someone’s eyes. A calmness settled over me that I never wanted to break.
“Name, sir?” the hosts asked the moment we reached her.
“Elio Laureati.”
She stiffened instantly and placed her shaking hands behind her back.
“Your table is ready.” Her smile was forced.
I had no idea why. I’d never seen her before, but she was clearly terrified of me.
“Uh, right this way.” She turned on her heels and started walking.
I glanced at the reservation book and nearly paused in my steps. Rocco Laureati. No wonder she was terrified. He was known to toss around his money and weight, especially if he entertained a woman.
“Is it just me, or is she deathly afraid of you?” Dar asked.
