“Shit, I’m coming,” I say as it hits me an instant later. The finger inside my ass pulls out at the same moment and the sensation jangling my nerve endings only intensifies my climax.
My whole body loses control. My mind floats upward on a cloud of bliss. From my clit to the tips of my toes, every part of me is awake to the pleasure washing over me.
“I’m going to come in you,” he says, the words somehow getting through the cloud of joy I’m surrounded by. More waves of pleasure hit me as he slams faster than before.
All of a sudden, he lets out a grunt and buries himself up to the hilt. I feel his shaft jerking and twitching and then it happens. Deep inside me, he comes, spurting hot wetness that makes me wish I wasn’t on birth control. I want his children. I want to be pregnant. I want to do this every day for the rest of my life. It’s so good, I can’t imagine being without it ever again.
Twenty-four hours, a voice whispers to me before he’s even pulled out. That’s all he promised you. Nothing more. Don’t go getting attached. It’ll only end in pain.
He stands up, grabbing the soap and running it over my body, getting me clean while I try my best to recover from my climax.
He strokes gently between my legs, making me hungry for more. “Soon,” he says, kissing me softly. “Very soon.”
He washes my hair and that feels almost as good as when he was in me. His hands work the lather up. His fingers feel so strong, the same fingers that were digging into my hips just a few minutes ago.
I lean back against him and feel his body, firm against me, supporting my weak legs as he massages my scalp, making my skin tingle.
When he’s done, he rinses me off with the shower head before wrapping the towel around me. “Let’s get you some breakfast,” he says as I stand in a daze, blinking slowly at him.
“They do breakfast here?”
“I saw a vending machine in reception.” He leads me through to the bedroom, settling me on the bed with the blankets around me, my hair soaking the pillow under me.
“Wait there,” he says, dressing quickly, seemingly not caring that his skin is still soaked. He’s brought in a fresh suit from somewhere, I’m guessing from his car while I slept.
“Be back in a moment,” he says. “Keep the door locked.” He kisses my forehead before heading out the door, closing it behind him. I sink back onto the pillow and close my eyes.
I’m no longer a virgin. I’ve got the aching throb of where he was just between my legs to prove it. He came in me. I came with him inside me. I find myself grinning and unable to stop. He might be bad news but, damn, is he good in bed. Should it have hurt more? Maybe Old Faithful has eased his passage, so to speak, lit the runway lights.
I want to tell Maisie but I have no phone. I could use the landline that’s over on the dresser but Enzo said not to. I better not risk it.
I close my eyes and wait for him to come back. It shouldn’t be long and then I can snuggle up in bed with him and forget about the world for a while.
I hear a noise outside my window and when I look out, I’m in time to see the back of his car. He’s driving out of the parking lot onto the highway beyond.
At the same moment as I wonder what he’s doing, I realize the awful truth. He’s fucked me and bailed. I feel like such a fool. He didn’t even lie to me. He told me he was bad for me, and warned me not to get involved with a bastard like him.
He’s gone, I think as my heart breaks in two when I realize he’s fucked me and then left me. He didn’t even say goodbye.
I feel the dull pain of losing my virginity again, only this time it’s worse because I wasted it. I’m ashamed of giving it away to a nasty, vicious man who made me feel things I never wanted to feel and then ran out on me anyway.
I crawl into bed but I’m too wrung out after everything for any tears to fall. All I can do is stare at the wall in front of me and wish I’d never heard of the name Enzo Lauria.
22
CHLOE
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Idon’t get much chance to feel sorry for myself. I’ve only been in bed a couple of minutes when the motel phone on the nightstand starts to ring.
I’m not supposed to use it but then he wasn’t supposed to fuck me and leave me. I pick it up and press it to my ear, getting the insane idea that it’s one of my parents ringing me. “Hello?”
“Don’t hang up.” It’s Enzo, using that commanding voice of his.
“You’ve got some nerve after what you just did to me.”
“Shut up and listen.”