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His guttural sounds vibrate against my core, his tongue swirling over my clit before pushing into my entrance and making me arch my hips up into him.
I feel myself succumbing to the pleasure again, my mind hazy, yet my body responding eagerly to every touch.
His fingers tease my tits and tug at my long nipples, pulling more moans from my lips.
I push my breasts into his touch, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through my body. "Camillo..." I whisper, my voice husky, feeling utterly desired and wanted by him.
“Get on your hands and knees—show me your pussy,” he commands, pulling me up onto all fours and positioning himself behind me, entering me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
I let go completely. I’m his in this moment—physically and emotionally.
“I want to possess you, claim you, make you mine in every way possible,” he rumbles into my neck.
With every thrust into me, I push back against him, needing him deeper inside me.
Every inch of him is pounding against my walls, driving pleasure to every single nerve ending, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust.
And when we reach our climax together, it’s even more intense than ever before. “That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Come forme…”
Afterward, we lie panting, and he scoops me into his embrace, stroking my hair back from my forehead as he presses a deep kiss to my lips.
I feel content and fulfilled. He’s captured not only my body but also my heart and soul.
For a few long minutes, we lie there in a blissful state. And as his hands caress me, any doubts fizzle into a blissful state of mind fog. I sink into it, welcoming the distraction, wanting it to stay and drag me under so I don’t have to face the reality looming in the distance.
CHAPTER 33
CAMILLO
I’m a caged animal. Prowling along the mats in the gym, my form moves back and forth.
Sitting on the bench silently in front of me is an informant. And he’s brought me nothing but more bad fucking news.
“Leave.”
“Sir,” he starts.
I whirl around to face him, my teeth and claws out. I’m looking for a fight. Anything to keep the beast sedated so that I can think.
His hands fly up in surrender.
“You did your fucking job. Now fucking leave.”
Scrambling to the door, he flees.
I continue to prowl. I can’t see her like this—wound up and pissed off. It’ll only scare her. I’ve spent too many weeks hiding this part of me from her.
She’s delicate and soft. The moment she sees me for the monster I am, she’ll run from me. They always do. My chest aches with the haunted and disgusted looks of others. The sting of it steals my breath away as I rub at my sternum as if I can physically make it go away.
My fist clenches, sending a sharp throb through my knuckles. “Fuck.” I drag a hand down my face, taking a deep breath in and hissing it out. Repeatedly trying to find some semblance of calm.
Rosa will be here any minute for her self-defense lesson. A weekly excuse to spend more time with her and to sink into her with the mirrors behind us. Who knew such a timid woman would enjoy being such an exhibitionist? My body thrums with the memory of Rosa wrapped around me, our bodies slick with sweat and reflected in the mirror so I could see just how I filled her…
She’s mine.
I need her like I need oxygen. Like my soul needs some shred of humanity to cling to before I tip over into a blackened pit of sin.
She’s mine in a way no one else has ever been.