Page 139 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
“I will never stop wanting you,” he says against my skin. “Never stop craving you. I was a fool to think otherwise.”
You’re still a fool.But I don’t utter those words out loud, because I don’t want him to stop. I want to feel him inside me one last time. I’ll savor the pleasure of his cock and the way it’s never failed to leave a delicious kind of ache. Tomorrow, that’ll be my reminder of what we could have been.
He hikes up my skirt and rips my underwear, the sharp sound loud and clear in the quiet air of the patio. I drag my palms over his chest, his abs, his cock, trying to commit all the hard lines to memory before they become just that.
His lips find mine as he pushes inside of me. It’s a good thing my legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s holding on to them with a firm grip, because as he bottoms out, my body becomes jelly. My nerve endings buzz with pleasure.
He fucks me hard, as if he’s trying to prove some kind of point. I know I’m right when he presses his cheek to mine and whispers, “He’ll never fuck you like I do. Never make you moan like the world could be on fire and you still wouldn’t tell me to stop.”
I bite down on my bottom lip as my pussy trembles around him. He’s right about that. I have nothing to compare Giorgio to, but somehow, I know deep inside my gut that no man will ever make me feel this good.
He reaches between us and finds my clit with his thumb. I press my face into his shoulder, muffling a groan with his shirt. The small circles he makes set off all the right sensations, as if I’m a game he figured out a long time ago.
“I’m close,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it,piccolina.”
It’s the nickname that does me in. I convulse against him as waves and waves of pleasure soak through me, right to the bone. He removes his hand, but only to move it to cup my ass. His thrusts speed up, and the cicadas are so loud they nearly drown out his groans. He buries his face into the crook of my neck. I gaze at the stars above us, and one falls just as he reaches his peak.
I should make a wish, but I don’t know what to wish for. Maybe for time to rewind and take us back to the castle where this didn’t feel so wrong.
If I expected this one last time to give me closure, I think I made a mistake. As Giorgio pulls out of me, I can’t even meet his gaze. When he lets me down, I immediately clean myself up with my torn underwear, stuff it inside a pocket of my skirt, and move to leave. He zips himself up and then rushes to catch up to me. “Martina.”
I shake off his hand, only for him to grab it again.
“Mari—”
“Leave me alone,” I say, my voice shaking.
He doesn’t. He pulls me into him, strong and unrelenting, and presses his lips to mine.
I’m so damn angry andlostthat I don’t hear the door behind me open until it’s too late.
Someone sucks in a breath.
“Get your fucking hands off my sister.”
CHAPTER35
GIORGIO
De Rossi jerks Martinaaway from me and whips out his gun.
I’m staring at a loaded barrel for the second time in as many days, and I have to admit, I deserve it this time.
I know how this looks.
I know what De Rossi will think.
“Did he force himself on you?” De Rossi grinds out from where he’s standing a few paces in front of me.
Martina shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. The sight of them makes my chest tighten with dismay. She said she wouldn’t cry over me, but right now, there’s no denying she’s cryingbecauseof me.
It was selfish of me to take her like that, but I wasn’t lying when I said I’d figure it out.
My mind’s made up.
I’m not letting her marry that fucking Grassi.
