“I’m going to keep on offering you money every single fucking day so I can feel this over and over,” I snarl into her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you, and fill you, and come between your pretty legs until you finally give me what I want.”
“But fighting you feels so good,” she says, grinning, mouth hanging open in bliss.
We grind and fuck in rhythm together, and there’s nothing but her in the whole world for me now. I’m completely zoned in with her, entirely focused on every little motion of her body, every whimper, every whine and moan, all her gasps and groans, my head dizzy with her taste. I lean forward and pin her hands above her head and take her, own her body, fill her with my cock again and again, stroking deeper, until finally she arches and cries out.
There’s nothing more beautiful than Fiorella coming for me. She’s a fucking angel and a devil in one perfect little body. I grind into her, going harder, and her eyes roll back as she shatters like a good girl for me. It’s so gorgeous, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m breaking a second later, bursting inside of her, stroking in and in and in, making sure she gets every single fucking drop.
“All mine,” I whisper, kissing her lips. She’s breathing hard, and we’re both sweaty messes. “All fucking mine.”
“All yours.” She leans her forehead against my chest, and I hold her. “But don’t mention money again, okay?”
It’s strange. Most womenwantto know their partner can provide for them. Even if she’s independent, it still feels good knowing there’s a safety net. She’ll always be financially stable with me, no matter what. That should be freeing.
But the money bothers her. I don’t know why, and I’m not sure I care. Right now, all I can think about is how good it feels to be inside her.
I am a simple, stupid fucking man.
But the sex really did distract me.
“Whatever you want,” I say, shaking my head. “Even though I’m sure I’ll regret it.”
“No way.” She bites my lower lip, grinning. “Because now I know I can use sex to get what I want. And I wanta lotof things.”
“Terrifying. But I’m not complaining.”
“Good. Now, you may order me that part if you’d like.” She shimmies against me, grinning. “Or do you need more sex first?”
“I could use a little more convincing.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Chapter 26
Fiorella
Istare at myself in the mirror. The taste of sick is still trapped in my mouth. I rinse it out, brush my teeth, and groan.
I am such a freaking mess.
“You really screwed this up,” I whisper as I start to get dressed. It’s early, a little past seven, and I’m only awake because the morning sickness dragged me out of bed. “You really, really fucked up.”
I had him.
Yesterday in the garage tent, I had everything I wanted.
He was offering to give me a future. With that credit card in hand, I could buy anything I want. A little careful planning plus a limitless line of credit is more than enough to plan my escape. It sure as hell beats scrounging up cash from his drawers.
But I couldn’t do it.
I freaked out. He was offering me everything I need, and I shoved it back at him. Mostly because of how badly I wanted it.That card represented a future I’ve always dreamed about but never really thought I’d get. That card was everything to me.
I should’ve taken it.
I had sex with him instead.
He must think I’m deranged. What rational person would turn down that offer? It’s not like there were strings attached. Luca doesn’t care about money. He has plenty. It makes no sense to refuse to take the card. It’s not like he was forcing me to use it.
He deserves more than what I’m giving him.
