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He lowers me down his length and I make a noise I never have before, trying to lift off.
“No, Andrea,” he admonishes keeping me in place with a firm grip on my hips.“You did this.You’ll take my fat cock and every drop of cum.”
“It’s too much,” I complain.“You’re so much bigger like this.”
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing small, harsh circles.“Take it all,” he snarls, thrusting up into me.“Fuck me like we’ve both been dreaming of.”
I stare at him a second before thrusting down and taking all of him, my tits bouncing in his face.It’s a little uncomfortable but so good.I lift off his length and drop down again.His hands leave my hips and caress my breasts, playing with my nipples while I ride him.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs, more to himself than me.“So much better than I imagined.”
“Stefano ...I’m so close.”
“Yes!”he hisses.
His hands find my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me from below, pistoning his cock into me until I am a screaming moaning mess.My orgasm crashes over me, my nails buried in his chest.He fucks me through it before holding me in place and filling me with his cum.
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By dawn, the compoundfeels like a fortress.Trucks line the courtyard, soldiers checking weapons, radios crackling with orders.The sun rises blood-red over the horizon, painting the world in fire.
I stand beside Stefano, my sweater wrapped tight around me, the weight of every eye on us.Guilia hovers nearby, pale and worried, but when our eyes meet, she offers me a small, fierce nod.Approval.Faith.
Alceu briefs the men, his tone sharp, precise.“They’ll expect Stefano to come for blood.They won’t expect him to bring her.That’s our advantage.We’ll control the ground, set the trap, and end this war in one strike.”
Severu’s gaze lingers on me, hard and unyielding.“If this fails, she dies.”
The silence after his words cuts deep.My pulse races, fear licking at my spine.But then Stefano’s arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against him, his glare lethal.“If this fails,theydie.Every last one of them.Not her.”
The men nod, their faces grim.The die is cast.There’s no turning back.
The ride to the docks is suffocating.The SUV bumps over uneven roads, the windows tinted so dark I can barely see the blur of the city outside.Stefano sits beside me, his hand locked over mine, our fingers intertwined so tightly my knuckles ache.His silence is deafening, but his grip says everything.He’s terrified but furious and determined.
I squeeze his hand, my voice barely a whisper.“I’m not afraid.”
His jaw flexes, his eyes still on the dark horizon.“You should be.You should be terrified.”
“I’m not,” I insist.“Because you’re here.”
Finally, he looks at me.His eyes soften, even as shadows linger.He leans down, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.“Always.”
The warehouse looms ahead, empty and waiting.A stage set for blood.Soldiers fan out, taking positions in the shadows, weapons trained, radios crackling low.Alceu directs them with sharp gestures, while Mancuso whistles under his breath, excitement gleaming in his eyes.Severu scans the perimeter, every muscle tense.
Stefano walks me to the center of the warehouse, his hand a steel shackle around mine.He doesn’t let go until I’m seated in the chair they’ve placed there, the bait in plain sight.The ropes they tie around my wrists are loose, fake, but my pulse still spikes as they cinch them.
Stefano crouches in front of me, his hands gripping my knees, his eyes burning into mine.“The second you’re scared, the second you think you can’t do this, you say my name.Do you understand?Say my name, and I’ll kill them all.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I nod.“I trust you.”
He presses his forehead to mine, his voice a vow.“You’re mine, Andrea.They’ll never take you from me again.Not while I breathe.”
And then the doors creak open.
The sound echoes like thunder through the warehouse.Shadows move.Boots scrape against the concrete.Voices murmur in Spanish.My breath catches as figures step into the dim light, guns gleaming.
The cartel has come.
I lift my chin, my heart pounding, forcing myself not to shrink back.Stefano melts into the shadows, his men shifting into position.I can’t see him, but I can feel him, every nerve in my body straining toward his presence.He’s here.Watching.Waiting.
