This was the kiss of a broken man giving in.
She drew me in with her open eyes, like she didn’t want to miss a single second of my failure. For a long time, I kissed Grace Moretti. She was just as I remembered. Just as tender. Just as wild and astonishing. The world was once a roaring declaration of all the things I couldn’t have; now it was silent. Now it was just she and I.
“Wait,” she whispered before pushing at my chest. I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted nothing and no one to get between Grace and me. “You can’t just kiss me and pretend that everything is okay now.”
She pouted, and if it weren’t the cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen, I’d be annoyed.
“You’re right. How about we pretend while I fuck you?”
“You're infuriating!” She stomped her foot to emphasize her point. I knew she was right, but that didn’t stop me from needing her right this moment. Her eyes flickered over my shoulder, likely landing on Alessandro. I carefully watched her expression as she took in his appearance. I didn’t have to look at him to know that he was probably struggling to watch Grace and me collide like this.
But if I was being honest, I wanted him to see. The trouble with Alessandro and me was that he never liked the people I invited into our relationship. I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he loved the person I loved in his own special way. The three of us could be something incredible if we gave it a shot. I knew in my gut that our time was limited, so I was going to stop being a dumbass and make the most of every second.
“Say something!” she demanded. Grace wanted me to grovel. Alessandro wanted me to choose him. The Ringleaders wanted me to kill, kill, kill.
What about what I wanted?
I wanted to apologize the only way I knew how. With my body. With my cock. With Grace Moretti screaming my name over and over and over again.
I wanted to bury myself eight inches deep inside of her and cram five years’ worth of loneliness into her pleasure. I turned around and gave Alessandro a knowing look. He didn’t understand my need for Grace yet, and I wouldn’t push him. But eventually, he would participate in this. “Are you staying or going?” I asked him.
His lips thinned into a straight line. “Funny,” he began. “That’s the exact thing I said to you last time we did this.”
He walked up to the door where Grace was still catching her breath and fuming from the moment.
He paused to brush his fingers along hers before gently pushing her aside, opening the door and leaving the room. It felt like he took a part of me with him, but we’d address that later. “I’m not fucking you,” Grace growled. She looked like she wanted to turn around and follow after Alessandro, but her feet remained planted firmly in front of me. The heaving rise and fall of her chest brought my attention to her breasts. They’d gotten bigger over the years. Her waist was still small, but her hips were more pronounced. Like shelves for my hands.
She wanted me to make the decision for her. Fine. “Strip,” I demanded. Fuck, it felt good to feel in control again. She puffed out her chest and shook her head. Good. A challenge. It had been a while since I felt the thrill of making someone bend to my will. “Grace Moretti,” I said in a deep voice. “Do you remember the last time we were together?” I asked.
Her eyes flashed with a pain I recognized. I hated knowing that my fucked up world put that look on her face. I wanted to ease it. “I do,” I continued. “I remember the way you fit perfectly in my hand. I remember how you trusted me with your beautiful body. How you were like a wild cat, dragging those long sharp nails of yours along my back.” Her breath hitched as I spoke, and I took a moment to close in on her. Our chests were touching. Her minty breath was flowing over my skin. “I remember how peaceful you looked. I remember how you screamed my name.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have trusted you,” she whispered.
“And maybe I shouldn’t give you hope when we both know this is just going to blow up in our faces. But I want you. I want you right here. I want to feel your tight pussy choking my cock and reminding me of all that I’ve been missing out on.”
Grace wrapped her arms around my neck and cried against me. She felt like an echo of the girl that was rescued from Santobello’s home. Broken but full of hope. We both held back then, but not anymore. She pushed against my chest, urging me backward with the force of her shove. I followed her lead like a greedy fucker until the back of my legs hit the mattress. “You’re not allowed to leave me again,” she whispered.
“I can’t make any promises, Grace,” I replied. It might not have been the answer she wanted, but I refused to be anything but honest. I’d been lying and hiding for so long it felt good to own up to the truth.
“Fair enough,” she whispered before pushing at my chest and forcing me to sit down. Her skin-tight pajamas strained against her hard nipples, and I wanted to wrap my lips around them. She straddled my lap, placing her heat right over my steel erection.
We kissed like sloppy teens with a curfew. She moaned and grinded against me. I could feel how
