I reeled back, gasping.
“I didn’t tell you to take my cock out,” he chastised, forcing me to swallow him. “Answer my question.”
I murmured a yes, but all that came out was an unintelligible gurgle.
Vinn rolled his hips, stabbing deep. “Sorry?”
My cheeks burned as I nodded.
“Good girl.”
The compliment stroked me with feathers. Then he dragged me toward the window.
He gripped my head and pushed inside me. His hips pulsed, fucking me until my throat was raw. He let out tortured groans that radiated to my pussy.
As if I were drugged, my senses slowed. Shivers of wanting rippled through my body, the look in his eyes so stimulating that the window disappeared. He claimed me, testing my boundaries until he’d anchored himself.
He gritted his teeth, holding me there.
My lungs screamed for air. I dug into his legs, and he drew out and jerked me upright. I breathed deeply as he placed my palms over the windowsill.
“Bend over.”
I obeyed, distracted by the ache clenching on air.
He unzipped my skirt, sliding off my panties. Then he hooked his head over my shoulder.
“Stay.”
My nipples tingled as he left the room to rummage through a suitcase. He returned, his body warming my back.
“Guess what I brought from home?” He revealed a small butt plug in his fist. “I just bought it. Yours were a bit too adventurous for the first time.”
Oh my God.
He stuck it in my mouth. “Get it nice and wet.”
My heartbeat skyrocketed as I lapped around it, shivering from the magic of his touch. His big hand held my face as he pulsed the toy between my lips.
I murmured something.
He took it out. “What’s that?”
“I said, aren’t you going to use your cock?”
“Hold your horses. You need to be eased into it.” He replaced the plug and nipped my ear. “Hands on the wall. Keep sucking.”
He moved behind me. A moan shivered through my clenched teeth as his thighs pressed into mine. A blunt edge glided in the river of my arousal before he shoved inside.
No condom.
Jesus, we were playing fast and loose with the condoms, but I stopped caring after the third thrust like always. He fit so perfectly that it was sacrilege to erect a barrier between us. We were two incomplete wholes, shoving into each other. It was divine ecstasy.
I gasped.
“Keep sucking.”
I obeyed as he plowed into me, but Vinn’s steady, brutal thrusts made it hard to concentrate on anything else. My senses reeled as though short-circuited as he stroked my belly and hips. He tapped my clit, showering my body with sparks. He plunged deep, knocking the breath from my lungs.
I almost dropped the toy.
He yanked my hair, forcing me arch. Then he took the plug from my mouth. A coolness slipped down my skin. The rubber skimmed my ass, circling to a forbidden spot. He teased the opening as he fucked me, and I bit my lip against the groan.
“Somebody’s looking.”
I choked, my eyes flying open. “Really?”
“Yeah, some guy.”
Sure enough, a man in a parka stood in the middle of the street, head angled toward us. He was too far to read his expression.
My breath quickened, and my cheeks warmed. My burning shame rushed down, claiming my neck, shoulders, and breasts. The thrill of being watched flooded me with unexpected heat. So wrong. Why did it make me want to widen my legs?
Vinn traced my breasts and impaled me with jerks of his hips. He worked the toy inside, and, as he did, my walls protested. It was a giant invasion, but the overwhelming fullness tingled my pussy.
This was incredible. Dirty. So goddamned hot.
“I’m going to finish inside you, and then I’m fucking your ass. What do you think? You want that?”
“Yes, I—oh.”
The room split with my moan. Vinn chuckled softly, and then he fucked me in earnest. For a solid minute, I was nothing but a body to make Vinn come. His tempo increased. I came apart from the merciless pounding, and then he made a desperate sound that clenched inside me. I came as sweet warmth pulsed from his cock. My thighs shuddered, and a peace entered my being.
He eased the toy out, the delicious fullness ripped away. I ached with the void. Then he squirted lube all over me, shoving it inside with his fingers. Slowly, he pushed. I gasped at the blunt edge warring with my body, which wanted to tighten.
“Relax,” he said hoarsely, stroking my back. “This part hurts the most. Once my head is inside, it’ll feel better.”
My mouth gaped as the slick pressure widened me. God, it was so naughty, so against what I'd been led to believe that I was supposed to enjoy. My pussy contracted against the ache not-quite rubbing in the right spot. He went slow, and then a buzz hit the air and suddenly—electricity shot into my clit.
He massaged it before shoving another toy in my pussy. It anchored over my clit. I’d never been filled like this. My body shattered and melted as he picked up speed. He rubbed in lazy circles.
Everything was hazy except for the blinding pleasure in my pussy. I might’ve screamed as I came, shuddering and crying. I was thrown into a tsunami that yanked me deep into the undertow, the sensation violent, like water flooding my lungs.
His cock pulsed, filling me with seed. He pulled out and dragged me into his arms, taking me to bed. He balled me into his chest, soothing me from the shock of shattering that last barrier.
He wiped the tears tracking my face and ghosted kisses to my neck until he reached my ear.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
That swelled behind my ribs, pleasing and disappointing me.
I fulfilled his desire, but sex with him tore apart my soul.
He cradled me until I almost drifted off, when a loud shriek jerked me into alertness. Vinn disengaged from me, the floorboards creaking as he sat upright.
He answered the phone. “What is it?”
He sucked in air, the irritation smoothed from his face as a voice blasted from the speaker.
“Nico was shot. He’s dead.”
Twenty-Four
Vinn
COSTA FAMILY DON KILLED BY LEGION MC.
Headlines everywhere blazed with the lie. The killer had strolled through Nico's gated community and shot him while he picked up the newspaper. Authorities found him in his bathrobe, sprawled on the pavement. A tip from the police department informed me that there hadn't been signs of forced entry, so the killer had access to Mob Row, Nico's coveted cul-de-sac of connected gangsters. Within hours, leaked photos of his corpse flashed over the dark web, posted by a biker claiming responsibility for the murder.
A robust PR campaign rolled over social media, blasting Legion MC. Somebody with lots of cash tied up the crime in a fucking bow.
We sat outside in folded chairs under a troubled sky. The cemetery echoed with the quiet sobbing of his mistress, a girl about Liana’s age. She was probably upset that she’d get jack shit from his dead ass. No way he’d leave her any money. Michael stared daggers at me as his five-year-old son yanked on his tie. He’d finally noticed the rings on our fingers, and he wasn’t happy we’d eloped.
Deal with it, buddy.
Liana palmed my chest. “Vinny, you okay?”