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“Mmm,” she breathed. I forced myself to pull my fingers out and she arched her hips, a frustrated noise on her lips. “I need you inside me.”
I pulled away and discarded my suit jacket, then gun holster, soon followed by every single piece of clothing. And all the while, she watched me with shimmering blue eyes, crimson staining every inch of her flushed skin.
“Turn around.”
She didn’t. Instead, she stepped forward and pressed her mouth to my throat, slowly kissing her way up. But she was too short to reach my lips, even on her tiptoes, so she barely grazed my jawline.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, that I wanted to cave and fuck her senseless with her back against the window.
But I had a plan to execute.
Grabbing her nape, I kissed her deeply and spoke into her open mouth. “I said… Turn. Around.” I shifted her so her back was pressed against my chest, then slapped her ass cheek, bringing my finger to her forbidden hole, circling the rim. “One day… I’m going to take this too.”
I slid the tip of my finger inside and she groaned, her head falling back. Her hole clenched, tempting me to take it now, but she wasn’t ready. So I brought my hand around to her wet pussy and slowly fucked her with my fingers, my cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass.
“You’ll let me, won’t you?” She nodded and heat erupted in my groin as I rasped, “My good girl.”
Then, as if she’d realized what she’d said, she stiffened.
“No,” she breathed. “I meant it when I saidno. Never!” I wrenched out my fingers and smacked her ass hard this time.
“Tell me it’s mine.” She shook her head and I slapped her ass cheek again and again, her cries and moans mixing. She ground against me and then I saw it: her arousal trailing down her thighs and dripping onto the hardwood beneath us.
Fuck, my woman enjoyed a little roughness.
“Ari, tell me it’s mine,” I growled, slowly losing any semblance of control.
“That…” She arched her back as I landed another spank. “I’ll only give that to my husband.”
My lips twisted into a smile, satisfied.
Because she didn’t know it yet, but we were well on our way to making that happen.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
ARIANNA
This was wrong. I knew it, and he must have known it too.
But it was the last time he’d be mine. We’d share this last touch. Last kiss. And then… never again.
“You drive me fucking crazy, baby,” he rasped, nudging his cock against my aching entrance. “Your greedy holes were all made for me. Only me.”
He thrust all the way in, eliciting a growl from him and a deep moan from me.
“Ahhh… Fuck…”
“Look at me, baby.”
I twisted my head to the side, meeting Matteo’s hooded eyes.
Stop this, my mind warned.He’s your sister’s fiancé.
As if he could read my thoughts, he grabbed my hips and drove forward with shallow thrusts—a pace that didn’t last long as he wentferal, his hips jerking, fucking me harder and deeper. Almost as if he wanted to punish me for rejecting him. For avoiding him. For… not loving him.
But I did love him.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop. I loved him so fucking much it fractured something in me. Every day that passed I wanted to talk to him. Touch him.
