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Corrado kisses the top of my head. “I’m kidding. Take a nap, but understand you’ll wake up with me already inside you.”
44
AND THEN SHE IS GONE
MICHELA
My nap feels short when I wake up on top of Corrado and with him already inside me, bouncing me on his cock. With my head resting on his shoulder, I can see his profile.
His eyes are closed.
I watch him while he’s unaware I’m watching. Or perhaps he knows I’m awake now and lets me watch. His mouth opens slightly, and he starts talking as he fucks me harder. For the first time, I’m glad I don’t speak either Italian or French, because the sounds he’s making, the way he says the foreign words, excites me.
I push back against him.
Corrado’s head snaps my way, and he spanks me. “Ride me.” He spanks me again, and I kneel on the bed. Corrado pauses and takes my breasts in his hands before squeezing them, then twisting my nipples, then rubbing them between his fingers until I’m so turned on that I start to move over him.
Since he’s pushing up against me, he’s creating friction, and I rest both my hands on his chest and dig my fingernails into his muscles.
“I’m going to come again,” I tell him.
“You better.”
“Oh my God, you feel so good,” I tell him and start grinding myself over him. Corrado mumbles in Italian. I’m pretty sure he’s calling me his angel, and even though I understand nothing, I know he’s saying something important. I know this because his voice holds conviction and determination, and he’s looking at me like he owns me.
His gaze is frightening. But also, being at the center of Corrado’s attention is invigorating, terrifying, and makes me want him more.
Corrado is exactly what I feared he would be.
Addictive.
With that thought, I close my eyes and enjoy the friction between my legs, the fullness of him inside me, and the orgasm that takes us to new heights of pleasure.
After another two rounds, I collapse on the bed. I want to take another nap, but my bladder won’t let me.
I swing my legs over the bed and stand, but Corrado throws his arm over my thighs and stops me.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to pee.”
“Ah. The bathroom should be clear. Turn off the air purifier, would you?”
The thing that sounds like a fan but works like a vacuum in the bathroom ceiling is called the air purifier. Somehow, I think Corrado named it that just so he doesn’t tell me whatever it really is.
In the bathroom, I flip down the red switch and the noise stops. The ceiling closes back up. Everything is normal except for the ashes and scraps of charred clothing in the tub.
I use the bathroom, and when I come out, Corrado’s not in the bed. Since we have no clothes left to wear, I snatch a sheet and wrap it around my body before walking into the kitchen.
Corrado and Drago are speaking in hushed voices until I emerge. Then they stop talking altogether. Corrado’s wearing suit pants over shiny black leather shoes and buttoning up his crisp white shirt.
I hold the bed sheet to my chest as if it’s a shield. “What’s going on?”
Drago offers me a hanger with a black dress draped over it.
Corrado hands me a pair of black heels. “Get dressed and meet me back here once you’re done.” He tucks the weapon Drago hands him in the back of his pants.
“Okay.” I return to the bedroom, knowing this is the end for Corrado and me. It’s the end of us.
