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Chapter 98 - Dressed for a funeral
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Rino ─𖤝─ I leaned my forehead against the cold tiles, the water slamming into my neck and shoulders, but it did nothing to kill the fire in my gut. My eyes were slammed shut, and all I could see behind my eyelids was her, the way her skin looked against that emerald silk, the way her head thudded back against the wood when I bit her, and the way her body finally gave up and broke for me. I reached down and gripped myself. I was rock hard, pulsing, a heavy ache that had been building for years. I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and started to stroke. Jesus, I haven't done this in years. I wasn't being gentle with myself. I didn't have any gentleness left in me. Every time I stroke harder, I thought about the wet, slick heat of her. I thought about how hot she was, how she felt like she was going to snap under the pressure of my fingers. I could still feel the phantom vibration of her climax against my knuckles. The memory made me shove my hips forward, my breath comi
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Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ The tea in my cup was stone cold, but I kept stirring it anyway, the silver spoon clinking against the porcelain. My skin still felt tight every time I moved, the silk of my blouse brushed against the spots where Rino’s teeth had sunk in. “Do you think… I don’t know, Claire,” I started, “Do you think a man like him expects things? Scary things? Things I just… I can’t do.” Claire leaned back in her chair, popping a grape into her mouth. She was looking at me with that knowing look again. “He’s just so... passionate,” I struggled with the word, my face heating up. “It’s like he’s always at a ten. It’s too much. I don’t think I’m like that. I wasn't even this… intense back when I was with Antonio.” Claire’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. She set the bowl of fruit down and leaned over the table, her eyes sparkling. “Okay, back up,” she said, grinning, “When you say ‘passionate,’ are we talking about romance, or are we talking about, like… dirty, low-down, grimy s
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Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ His thumb shifted, pressing into my hip bone hard. “Do you know what that does to a man like me?” I looked up at him, my vision blurring at the edges until all I could see were his dark, blown-out pupils. My lungs felt like they had shrunk to the size of coins. “No, I don't...” I whispered. He smiled, serpent-like, “You’re about to fucking find out.” Then he snapped. His hand flew from my hip to the side of my neck, his palm large and hot, forcing my head back against the wood. He lunged. His mouth crashed into mine with a force that made my teeth clink together. It wasn't a "first date" kiss. It was a man finally taking back something that had been stolen from him years ago. His tongue tasted like bourbon and pure, unadulterated hunger. I made a small, broken sound in the back of my throat, my fingers clutching at the lapels of his suit jacket. His chest was a wall of solid muscle, crushing my breasts flat against him. I could feel the heat radi
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Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ The treadmill hummed under my feet, my ponytail swayed against my neck with every stride, skin warm, lungs open, sweat slicking along my spine in a way that felt earned. Good sweat. Clean sweat. The kind that meant I was alive and moving forward. “Okay, but I’m telling you,” Cinzia said from the treadmill beside mine, her voice half-breathless, half-laughing, “if you don’t slow down, you’re going to make the rest of us look bad.” I glanced at her, and bumped the speed up just a notch. “Sounds like a you problem,” I said. She groaned dramatically. “You’re insufferable lately. Happy people always are.” Happy. The word slid through me like sunlight. I didn’t say anything, but my lips curved anyway. My body felt light today. My legs carried me easily, muscle memory doing the work while my mind floated somewhere soft. Acquitted. The word replayed in my head, over and over, like it still didn’t feel real. Allegra. Scott. Free. The system had finally done some
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