He dragged his finger all the way down the slit of my ass, my skin erupting in chills, my hips pushing out, eagerly awaiting his touch.
When his finger slipped through my wet folds, he moaned against my shoulder.
“I’ve missed this pussy.”
I pushed my ass out even more. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I whimpered when I felt the head of his cock drag against my ass.
“You’ve turned into a greedy little slut, haven’t you?”
My mind reeled with lust, my pussy begging to be filled. He called me a slut…and I loved it.
His hand rounded my hip, his finger finding my clit. As he started to move in circles, I moaned.
“I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock again.” And then he was inside me. With one sharp, powerful jab, he penetrated me with such force, I cried out as pain moved up my spine. It was unexpected, the strength he used.
His hand moved away from my clit, and he grabbed me behind my neck pushing my face harder against the wall. With his other hand, he dug his fingers painfully into the flesh of my hip.
“If only I had known.” He panted as he kept on thrusting relentlessly into me. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t the same. Castello high on drugs changed everything, as if the dynamic between us had been altered. But nevertheless, my body demanded more, and I welcomed every thrust with eager and vigorous anticipation.
“No matter what my brother does, he will never erase…us.”
He was right. Vico would never have the power to take away what we had.
More and more he plunged inside me, going deeper every time. He flexed and fucked me so hard, he lifted my feet off the ground with every thrust.
“Oh God.” I moaned, feeling the start of my orgasm blooming between my legs, about to move up my spine and crash against my core.
Harder, faster, our moans slamming against the dark walls around us, and finally my release flooded through my body, thundering against every bone.
Castello pulled out, and I felt warm liquid spurt onto my ass. It was the first time he had pulled out of me before he came. With slow circles of his palm, he rubbed his cum all around, coating my skin. Somehow I wish it was inside me…I wishedhewas inside me.
He leaned forward, his lips against my ear. “Soon.” And then he was gone.
***
CASTELLO
Our drive home was agonizing. The silence kept gnawing at me, my mind listing all the reasons Tatum had to be pissed at me. But I warned her. I told her she hadn’t seen all the sides to me. She didn’t know what I was capable of, what needed to be done to secure the success of my family—ourfamily.
Drugs weren’t my thing. The only time I used was with Jorge. If there was any kind of business contract between us, snorting cocaine would be stated in the fine print. Had I not followed our regular routine, Jorge would have gotten suspicious. He would have doubted my commitment to our business deal, and I couldn’t have that.
And then the party spiraled out of control—drugs, alcohol, Tatum. The more I used, the more I drank, the more I felt like I needed to let go of all the shit that had surrounded me for months. But I was a grown man, and I was big enough to admit that I fucked up.
I reached out and took her hand in mine. “You okay?”
She snorted. “That’s the second time tonight you asked me that.”
“Answer the question, Tatum.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re lying.”
She turned in the backseat to look straight at me. “Is my body giving you a different answer? We both know my body can’t lie to you.”
I studied her, swept my gaze across every inch of her beautiful face. She looked…okay.