EROS I brought my lips down on hers, gripping the back of her head to stop her from pulling away, while pinning her against my sturdy body with my free hand on the small of her back. There was no hesitation from her side, like at the lake. She opened her lips, allowing a perfect passage for my tong
“And how many times did you masturbate?” She regarded me. “I tried to. But I could never ejaculate.” “Ejaculate?” I laughed. “That’s a really heavy word, don’t you think?” She looked so cute when flushed. “The big O.” “And my bed helped?” “It wasn’t your bed that helped.” I tilted my head, pull
My throat dried, and I tried to push myself upward on the bed as he climbed between my legs. I bled on the wedding night, but I was still a virgin. There had been nothing thicker or longer than his two fingers inserted inside my vagina. So how was I supposed to take his . . . cock? My fearful eyes
MARIELLA I walked into the kitchen after freshening up and cleaning myself, my nerves completely out of control. Every memory from last night was burnt in my head like a late-night hallucination, but it wasn’t a hallucination. I had woken up in Eros’s bed in nothing but a comforter covering my bod
“Hey, you okay?” I asked, knocking on the door. She jerked at the sound and quickly nodded, rubbing her chest. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for the jumpiness.” “It’s okay. I can tell something’s bothering you. Care to tell me what?” She sighed. “Just family drama. You know how they are. Fights happen b
“She thinks of me as the culprit here. But what choice did I have?” He sounded as though it was obvious. “Why are you asking me? I was one of those people who didn’t know about this shit.” His brows dug deep. “For good reason. So why does it sound like you’re blaming me, too?” “Oh, am I now?” I r
MARIELLA By the time we returned home, it was almost a quarter to midnight. After the long day we’d had at the Vitale mansion, I doubted I could stay awake for long. Bella and Adonis had barely talked even after their deal. But the only person I felt awful for was Alessia. Her parents kept pretend
“How was she like?” He tilted his head in confusion, so I clarified, “Ira. Did you like her?” “Like her? No. Like the sex? Yes.” I averted my eyes to the buttons of his shirt. Eros had said he enjoyed having sex with me, but despite that, I couldn’t make Ira’s words disappear from my head. What if