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What if I could drown in this? Open my mouth and let the rainwater fill my throat and my lungs while everyone stands around crying fake tears and holding handkerchiefs to their faces? Or what if I simply opened her casket and crawled inside with her? Took her in my arms and lay with her for eternity, like I was supposed to.
My heart shudders violently, reminding me that it’s broken beyond repair.
And I’m left to endure this life without her. Left with no heart and only half a soul and the knowledge that I’ll never love another woman for the rest of my days. I promised her that when she closed her eyes for the final time, and it’s a promise I will keep with my dying breath.
“The way you looked at her. Like you would hang the moon for her.” She sighs softly. “Every woman deserves a man who looks at her like that. Everyone deserves someone who adores them. Someone who would die for them.”
“But hope’s a dangerous thing, right? Sometimes I think it’s the most powerful force in the universe.”
“We can live without most things, even love. But without hope, well, we have nothing left worth living for.”
“But there’s a ray of light to be found in even the darkest of situations.”
She looks just like … Just like what, asshole? Just like a ray of fucking sunshine.
The corners of his mouth curl upward. “I’m gonna enjoy watching you enjoy it.” Holy crap! I open my mouth again and he pushes the fork inside slowly, as though he’s savoring the moment. It feels so intimate. Too intimate. Heat coils deep in my core.
“It’s a pleasure to watch a beautiful woman enjoy her food.”
“For the record, I think your ass, and the rest of your body, is fucking perfect.”
I spent five minutes feeding her cheesecake and watching her pretty lips wrap around that fork. I sure as fuck did not imagine those lips wrapped around my cock, her soft tongue sweeping over the tip and collecting the precum collecting there.
He barks out a laugh. “Because she’s not fucking worth it, man. Trust me.”
“I happen to think she’s very worth it. Every delicious inch of her.”
“What if what I need is you, Mia?” The words rumble out of me like a growl. “You know you can have me any time you want, right?” she whispers.
“Fuck me,” she breathes out the words. Holy mother of fucks. I almost choke on air, swaying on my feet as violent waves of desire crash over me. My head pounds, my cock aches. I lift her onto the desk and slide a hand between her thighs, my fingertips kneading her soft flesh as I work my way up to the apex. The place where I can lose myself in her.
Pulling her panties aside, I brush my knuckles over her slick folds. So fucking hot and inviting. I want inside her. I want to feel her. I want to feel. It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of a woman. So fucking long.
I slide in and her hot pussy squeezes my dick like a vise. “Holy. Fuck!” I grunt, burying my face in her neck. Grabbing a handful of her ass, I rail into her like an animal. My cock pulses and throbs as I drive in and out of her wet pussy. She’s dripping, coating my shaft in her sweet juices and making it possible for me to sink balls-deep into her tight-as-fuck cunt. And she feels so fucking good. Pure relief seeps into my bones, and with every thrust inside her, I get closer and closer to the edge that’s been eluding me for so long.
“Your cunt, Mia …” I release her wrists so I can hold onto her hips and drive harder and deeper. “Feels so good.”
I fill her tight pussy until my cum drips out, overflowing from her channel. Three days’ worth of cum. Two years’ worth of anger and guilt and frustration and sadness. And she took it all.
A vein in my neck twitches. I’m so fucking conflicted. I hate myself for even thinking about touching another woman, let alone fucking one. But I can’t stop remembering how good she felt. How soft her skin was. Her sweet scent. How her tight hot, wet cunt made me think of nothing but the incredible relief of being buried inside her. How for a few moments I forgot …
“You did nothing wrong, Loz,” Dante assures me. “So why do I feel so fucking bad?” “Because you love your wife.” I do. “That will never change. No matter how many women you fuck, it doesn’t change how much you love her.”
We shouldn’t have gone there. I mean, it was great sex—hot sex—right up to the point where he left me hanging. I was literally on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm, and he just stopped. Everything about Lorenzo Moretti screams sex wizard, but that’s the problem when you fantasize about someone for so long—the reality never measures up.
“It can’t happen again, Mia,” he says, his voice deep and solemn. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s bold of you to assume I want it to happen again, is all,” I blurt. Idiot!
“It’s not like we had great chemistry, is it?”
“I mean, I guess not all sex has to end with both parties coming. That doesn’t necessarily mean it was bad,” I babble.
“You seriously think we don’t have chemistry, Mia?”
“M-maybe it was a poor choice of words.” “Maybe?” “Yes. Clearly, we have something, but …” “But what?” “Well, it should have been fireworks, but it was more like a fizzle.” He glowers at me, jaw ticking. “A fizzle?”
“It’s okay, not every guy can make every woman come.”
“I didn’t mean— I meant me. You couldn’t make me come,”
I’ve never been so insulted in my whole fucking life. Couldn’t make her come! I could make her come so fucking hard she’d still moan at the memory when she’s a hundred years old.
I dip my head low, brushing my lips dangerously close to her sweet-smelling skin. “I could make you come, Mia.”
“Surely you’re not nervous, sunshine? Not after you just threw down that gauntlet?”
“I can smell your sweet pussy, sunshine,” he says with a low, rumbling growl that vibrates against my sensitive flesh. “So fucking wet for me, huh?”
“Don’t be so impatient, Mia. I’ve waited a long time to taste this pussy. I’m going to savor every second.”
“Begging, sunshine? You have no idea how much I enjoy that.”
says with an appreciative groan. “I’m gonna enjoy eating it so fucking much.”
He stands and my heart stutters but resumes its rhythm when he plants his hands on the piano, bracketing my hips. His dark eyes burn into mine, searing into my soul. “You gonna let me fuck you, Mia?”
I bite back a chuckle. “You like what you see, sunshine?” “Yes,” she says with a soft purr.
I rub the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, pulling down so her mouth opens. “These pretty lips would look so good wrapped around my cock.”
“If your cunt didn’t look so damn inviting right now, I’d put you on your knees and fuck your mouth instead.”
She reaches for me, clawing at my skin. “Nuh-uh, little firecracker.” Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head with one hand. I like her this way, lying beneath me and taking everything I can give her. “Let’s see how hard I can make you come with my cock.”
“Oh, god,” she screams as she falls over the edge. I graze my teeth over the shell of her ear. “Lorenzo will do fine.” With a grunt, I empty myself inside her, my release tearing through me with the force of a hurricane.
“Don’t mistake my calm demeanor, Deputy Hayes. Yes, we have an uneasy truce, but I will happily peel your skin from your body and roast your cock and balls on a barbecue before forcing you to eat them if you don’t tell me what I need to know.”
“That prick set it all up,” Hayes continues. “Told me she was into role-play and that they’d planned it all out. He said she was supposed to say no. The screaming was all part of the act. She was supposed to fight back.”
“He told me it was all part of the fantasy. He even told me her safe word, but she never used it.”
“He filmed it all. That twisted piece of shit filmed it all.”
“Me f-fucking his girlfriend. He t-told me she had a rape fetish. I knew her. I knew that she’d toyed with the idea of it a few times. So one night …” He swallows hard, eyes darting between me and Max. My blood boils in my veins. “He arranged for me to h-have sex with her. He said it was the fantasy.” He wipes sweat from his brow, and his voice drops to a hoarse whisper. “So she screamed at me. She scratched me and she c-cried, b-but I thought she wanted it.”
“I fuck around, and I like it when women fight back, but only consensually. You have to believe that. I’m not a rapist. I swear I thought she wanted it.”
