Right there, in the middle of the sermon, I come undone.My orgasm detonates through me in sharp, staccato pulses.Burying my face in Stefano’s shoulder, I sink my teeth into his expensive jacket, riding out the ripples of ecstasy tearing through me.
Gio’s tight grasp is exactly what I didn’t know I’d need.He anchors me through the blissed-out chaos, his hand squeezing mine like he’s bracing too.
Minutes pass before I’m able to pull myself back together and sit upright again like a normal, composed person.
Stefano furtively withdraws his hand and mutters, “Happy?”
“Mhmhm,” I hum, still dazed.“You’re the best, my king.”
He pulls out his pocket square, wipes his fingers, then lifts the cloth to his nose and inhales with a satisfied sigh.“My new favorite smell.”
His gaze drops to my lap, where Gio’s fingers are still laced through mine, and a scowl darkens his face.
“You can let the fuck go now,” Stefano grits out.
Gio clears his throat and untangles our fingers.“I’m gonna, uh…” He clears his throat again and adjusts his tie.“I’m just gonna run to the bathroom and, uh…be right back.”
“Oka—”
“Don’t you fuckingdare,” Stefano whisper-hisses.“She’s mine.Her sounds aremine.”
Gio’s responding grin is devious.“Shouldn’t have let me hear her, then.”
“I’llendyou,” Stefano grinds out as Gio rises from the pew.
“Well,” Gio says with a smirk, “I’ll make sure it’sreallygood, then, since it’ll be my last.”
As Gio strolls away, I lean into Stefano and whisper, “Is he going to—”
“I’m going to kill him,” Stefano promises through gritted teeth, glaring straight ahead.“He’s dead.”
Yep.Gio’s gone to jerk off to me.
And if there’s a Hell…then at the end of this life, I’ll be catapulted straight into the deepest, hottest, most soul-frying furnace it has to offer.
No mercy for a wretch like me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Stefano
“SO, WHAT, YOU’REWITHthat girl now?”Vale asks as we study the chessboard between us.
“It’s complicated.”
“Isn’t she just one of those runaways you take in?”he presses.“From what I’ve seen, you don’t usually get involved with a woman unless she’s someone.”
“It’s complicated,” I repeat, sharper this time.
“Mhm.I bet it is.”
We’re out on the back patio, playing our usual post-Mass chess match.Normally, I look forward to these Sunday afternoons with Vale.But today, my head’s not in the game.It’s on the woman inside the house.On her green eyes and rosy lips.On her tight, sweet, peachy pretty pussy.
All I really want is to go back in there, pull her into me, bury my face in her neck, andbreathe her in.Her calming, yet intoxicating scent drives me out of my goddamn mind.I want to sinkdeepinside her, over and over until she falls apart.Watching her ride the high of an orgasm is my newest obsession.She comes like it’s a religious experience.Majestic.Breathtakingly beautiful.And I’d sell my fucking soul to see it again.And again.And again…
If I’ve learned anything this weekend, it’s that shelovescoming as much as she loves food.And I’m becoming addicted.Addicted to how she looks at the pinnacle of that high.Unraveled.Pure.Like a work of art on the edge of destruction.
Absentminded, I pull out the pocket square stained with traces of her from earlier.I bring it to my nose and take a quiet breath.Inhale her.Keep her with me.
