Page 65 of Corrupted Memories
I thrust harder, my fingers digging into her waist and pulling her back into me. “I know, I would read them.”
She gasps. “Fucking asshole.”
I smile. “I wish you still wrote them now. I loved reading all your thoughts, especially when it was about us.”
Gianna’s eyes brighten, and she kisses me harder. I moan into her mouth, guiding her hips faster on my cock.
“Knock knock!” Nico’s voice calls out. She jerks in my hold, but I stand, moving the plates on the table out of the way before laying her down and tugging her shirt down.
“Sebastian,” she hisses, her hands grabbing my biceps.
I smirk down at her. “Better come fast,mon cœur.”
Shock widens her pupils, but her pussy clenches around my cock when she realizes my intentions. My thumb reaches down, rubbing at her swollen nub above where I’m buried deep.
“I’d stay there unless you want to see my cock!” I call out to Nico, whose footsteps stop immediately.
Gianna has to slam a hand over her mouth as I pound into her, chasing both of our releases while knowing we have an audience who can hear the audible sloshing of me pummeling her wet cunt. My hand slides from her waist to push on her lower stomach, and her eyes roll back as she comes. I flex my fingers out on her skin, coming at the image of her one day swollen with my child and hoping this is the time I breed her successfully. I grunt through the last few strokes, dumping a load large enough into her womb that it starts to spill out onto the table.
“Shit,” I curse, pulling out and sliding my cock through the hole in her shorts. The last few jerks of my cock paint her skin.
She swats at my hand, sitting up and pushing at my chest. “You got it everywhere. What is wrong with you?”
Laughing, I grab the back of her neck, kissing her harshly before stepping aside to tuck myself away. She hops off the table, fixing her shorts and waddling to the sink in the kitchen while I clean off the table and sit back down.
“All clear!” I yell out, ignoring Gianna’s seething stare.
Nico has the good sense to avoid her scrutiny as he sits across from me. “Having a good morning?”
“The best,” I say with a cheshire grin.
Nico shakes his head, grabbing a cinnamon roll off the plate in the middle as Gianna sets his cup of coffee down.
“You wash your hands before?—”
“Shut up,” she says, smacking the back of his head.
I pull her back into my lap when she tries to pass me.
“What was so urgent you had to come by?” I ask him, kissing Gianna on her shoulder as she settles against me. It feels right to have her in my arms, and I’ve spent way too long without her there.
“I got a hit on the connection between Arthur and the sparrows.”
My eyebrows raise. “Really? Same line of communication or a new one?”
“Same one.”
I hum. “That’s too convenient. It’s probably a trap.”
Nico nods. “I agree. I gave it to Declan and he felt the same.”
“The Irish gonna follow it?”
He shrugs. “Who knows. They could handle it better than us if so.”
I grimace, rubbing at my chest. Nico tracks mymovement and his expression darkens before his gaze drops back to his food.
“Right, I forgot. It's more than just the two of us now.”
