“Yes, but maybe I need to ruin you then like you’re ruining me. I can’t fuck a woman without seeing dark messy waves or sapphire eyes. I can’t grab an ass unless it fits perfectly like this one in my palm.” He squeezed one cheek hard before sliding his hand to the back of my head where he gripped my hair. “What type of fiancé will you be to me, huh? I want you and can’t have you, but you’ll spread your legs for another so fast I’m not sure we can keep this little charade going.”
Sebastian Armanelli.
Possessive and cruel.
I gasped his full name and he laughed like a madman behind me. “You say my name like you’ve just met me.”
“Haven’t I?” I whipped my hair over my shoulder and glared at him, rolling my hips into his dick. This was a different man from before. He and I both knew it. The was the man that I could have cowered from or faced head on.
Quick decision again.I only wanted this one.
His eyes dark, furious, and full of something else. He responded with his voice low, “That’s right. The leader of the Armanelli family. About to get you off and do you a favor so that you won’t have another man risking his life to do the same.”
Another finger slid into me, so hard and long that I immediately rode his hand, barely listening. His rhythm was magic, his cock at my ass was foreplay, and his voice vicious with compliments and then obscenities.
“I can do my own favors,” I breathed out as I rocked against him. I couldn’t stop if I tried. I wanted his favor much more than my own.
“No one can do it like me, baby.” He took his hand from me right as I was about to scream out his name. “Remember that.”
He undid his trousers as I watched and sheathed himself with a condom from his pocket. Before he entered me, he held up those fingers that had been in me moments before.
“Open,ragazza.”
I was lost to him at that point, lost in my own fucked up world where nothing mattered but him being in me even if he was commanding me. I opened like he belonged there and when he placed his fingers on my tongue and leaned in, whispering, “Now suck.” I did exactly as I was told.
I tasted myself mixed with him, a salty slickness that I knew he’d created within me.
“Good girl. You taste good, don’t you? Sweet. Wet. And all mine. That’s what I do to you.”
I whimpered, and he took back his hand and slid it under the slit of my dress to grip my thigh and lift it before he plunged into me, thrusting hard.
He cursed and cursed as he fucked me, like he couldn’t believe he was doing so.
I couldn’t believe it either.
This wasn’t the show we’d planned, and yet I fucked him back because I couldn’t stop myself.
Sebastian Armanelli.
He was the one thing that could keep my attention.
And he had all of it.
27
Bastian
Morina Bailey had pushed me over the edge in a matter of weeks. It’d taken this little free spirit only that amount of time to do what no one else had ever done. I wanted to punish her and fuck her all at the same time.
Her MO was to go where her gut pushed her and she’d decided that meant following her anger down this path of going to the gala with other people.
When I’d suggested we go separately, I was only trying to create a professional distance, one where we were still friendly with one another.
She’d thrown that in my face and suggested other men like she could insert anyone between her legs and be just fine.
She probably would’ve been because I wasn’t about to hurt her. But I’d kill the man. I wanted to put a hit out on Bradley for that very reason.
I’d seen red when she’d left the ballroom with him on her arm.