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lower to spread some of her cream across her tight puckered ass. When I went to fill her up again, I slid three fingers in her cunt. Her body bowed, but this time, it wasn’t to buck me off.

“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed “Cum on my hand.”

“Don’t do this,” she begged. “I’ll hate you even more, Benetti.”

I wanted to tell her that her level of hate didn’t matter. If she wasn’t going to love me, what did I care if she hated me a little or a lot?

Plus, I had three fingers deep inside her, and she was still calling me Benetti.

“I don’t care,” I told her truthfully. “I’m not stopping until you give me what I want, Fiore.”

I pumped my fingers into her deeper and her body started surrendering to the sensations of being penetrated and played with. Even our harsh breaths were doing nothing to drown out the wetness of her arousal. I wanted to whip my dick out and fuck her senseless, but I knew I couldn’t. This was a battle of manipulation, and I had to come out on top.

I fucking had to.

“Come on,” I whispered against her neck. “Give me what I want.”

“No,” she hissed, hating how her body was betraying her.

“Cum on my hand,” I commanded. “Cum all over my hand, so I can lick my fingers clean and have the taste of your pussy on my tongue all day.” She started thrashing around. “Cum for me, Saveria.”

“Oh, God,” she yelled as her cunt clamped down on my fingers and tremors wracked her beautiful body. “Oh, God…”

I finger fucked her through the shocks of her release, and when her body finally quieted to a slow twitch, I pulled my fingers from her soaked pussy, leaned back, and made sure she got an eyeful as I slowly licked my fingers clean of her cream.

She tasted of Heaven.

I wanted nothing more than to shove my face in her pussy and eat her out until she came again. I wanted to tongue fuck her cunt and nibble on her clit. I wanted to run my tongue over every secret she had, and I wanted to spread her wide until my tongue circled around that tight ass of hers. I wanted to be so thorough, I could identify her pussy in the dark and blindfolded.

When her body finally stopped twitching, I let her push me off her. She jumped off the couch and stepped back until what was left of the coffee table was standing between us. Saveria had her arms wrapped around her waist, and she looked…wrecked.

“Get out,” she said, her voice cold and distant.

I stood up, and the second I did, Saveria went from wrecked to incensed. She went from looking like a victim to looking like a warrior.

We were both in our battle stance, facing each other down.

“If you hadn’t just cum all over my hand, I might have let you out of the marriage,” I lied. The first lie I’ve ever told her. “But since it’s not a matter of attraction, everything else can be worked out.”

Her prism-colored eyes burned with hate. “Don’t flatter yourself, Benetti,” she said scathingly. “It’s been a while since I’ve been laid. It could have easily been Geno’s hand, had my father not shown up last night.”

I could feel the heat of possessiveness creep up my neck. “Mention his name to me one more time, Fiore-just one more time-and I will fucking kill him. I will take him to the funhouse and make you watch,” I promised. “Don’t test me on this.”

Her hands balled into fists at her sides. “Get the fuck out of my house,” she growled.

This wasn’t getting us anywhere. “I’m leaving, Fiore,” I told her. “But this isn’t over.”

Saveria lifted her chin. “We’ll see about that.”

I left, slamming the door behind me, before I fucking killed her.

Chapter 9

Saveria~

The humiliation felt like I was asphyxiating on my pride.

I could barely stand to look at myself as I recalled how my body gave into his demands. I said some horrible things to Francisco, but I couldn’t lie to myself. If he had approached me the day after I killed Trent Hendricks, I would have thrown myself in his arms and promised him whatever he wanted. I was attracted to him and there were no secrets between us.

Well, except for the one.

When I had texted Mom asking her where dad was, she couldn’t have replied with a better answer. Apparently, Dad was having a meeting at Uncle Luca’s, and