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4“Traga,” I growled, my head falling back as she took every pulse from me.
She obeyed like she was born for it, no hesitation, no mercy. Not a drop wasted, not a breath spared. She devoured me until there was nothing left.
When she finally rose, wiping her lips, she took her black dress from the floor and tied her red hair into a bun. “If my father finds us here, he’ll kill you.”
I smirked, lying on the bed, still reeling. “Live a little,5preciosa.”
She tossed a shirt at my chest, her voice harder now. “Matteo, you can’t afford to lose this job. He’ll kick you out the second he suspects.”
“I know.”
And I did. But reason meant nothing with her still standing there naked, daring me with that fire in her eyes. I caught her wrist, yanking her back down to me.
“Stay,” I whispered, dragging her down onto me. “One more round.”
She rolled her eyes, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, but straddled me anyway. Wet heat smeared against my cock, teasing my raw skin until I hissed.
“What would you do if I stayed?” she breathed against my mouth.
“I would fuck you from every angle on this bed,” I murmured, sliding my hand up to her breast, squeezing. “Until you can’t stand it.”
Her lips curved. “Promise… or threat?”
“Maybe I should show you.”
My cock hardened again under her, and she moaned low, taking me in her hand, rubbing herself before sinking, inch by inch, still soaking from earlier.
My hands slid onto her hips as she began to ride, slow at first, then faster, harder, her breasts bouncing in one of her palms as her hair whipped around her face. She braced one hand on my chest, gasping for air, head thrown back as her moans cracked through the room.
And just between our breaths, the door slammed open.
Paco.
His shadow filled the frame, his face turning red with rage. For a split second, she didn’t even stop, her body still rolling on my cock like her need outweighed fear itself. But the moment her eyes locked on his, she froze, shrieked, and scrambled for the sheet, dragging it over herself as tears blurred her flushed face.
I was drunk, too drunk, and yet the image burned clear: my cock still inside his daughter, and Paco’s eyes, bloodshot, locked on me.
6“Hijo de puta!” he shouted, charging forward, ripping Isabella off me by her arm. She sobbed, freckles drowned in streaks of red.
“Paco, wait, I can explain,” I stammered, clutching myself, rising unsteadily.
“I’ll kill you,7cabrón.” His spit hitting the floor with his words. He lunged, but Isabella threw herself between us, trembling, the sheet slipping from her shoulder.
“Dad, please, it was me. It’s my fault. Don’t touch him.”
“Your fault?” he spat. His voice cracked the air like a whip. “He’s the8Don Juanof the block,9hija. He’ll ruin you!”
When I thought the worst had happened, I heard the click of metal. In his hands he held a silver gun. His hands were steady as death as he aimed towards me.
“You have five minutes,” he growled, raising it to my chest. “Pack your shit. Then get the fuck out.”
Five minutes. That’s all it took to lose everything.
Five minutes and I was out on the street with no roof, no job, and no future. I came here chasing a dream, but dreams don’t mean shit when you’re standing in the dark with nothing but your breath.
So, I did the only thing I knew I could. I ran.
Behind me, Isabella’s eyes filled with tears. She wanted more, even after knowing what we were. They always do. Someone always falls, someone always loves, and it’s never me.
