Cruel Summer

I listen, sucking on his fingers, even as I look up at him and take in the wildness dancing in his eyes.

The sound of a zipper being drawn down moves through the room and I look down to find Vito using his free hand to get his pants open. He removes his hand from my mouth and reaches down to grab the skirt of my dress which has fallen back down. He bunches it up, pushing it up to my hips. “Hold it,” he says.

I wrap my hands in the silk. He doesn’t give me time to prepare, one moment the head of his cock is brushing against my entrance and the next, he’s thrusting right into me.

My hands tighten on the dress and I let out a moan, dropping my head back against the wall.

Vito is merciless as he slams into me, one hand on my hip and the other on the wall next to me, bracing himself.

This is exactly what I needed.

I’m wet enough that it doesn’t hurt but fuck if the battering pace he’s setting isn’t fucking ripping me up.

It’s perfect.

Already, I can feel my orgasm building and I’m not surprised.

Rough sex with Costa men seems to be the only thing that gets me off. As long as it isn’t on the fucking concrete.

One of Vito’s hands come up, cupping my jaw and his lips are back on mine, possessing me, annihilating me.

His grip tightens as he pulls back and I gasp when my body slams into the unforgiving wall with his thrust. His eyes hold mine and in them is an intensity that scares me, because they promise so many things. Things a man like Vito should never promise a woman like me.

Not with all the things between us.

The death.

The secrets.

The others.

The fucking truth.

I slam my eyes closed, not wanting to see more. This isn’t what I want from him right now, not the emotions. I just want him to fuck me like he’s never met me before. But his grip tightens once more and I can feel the intensity coming off of him. “No, Winter, fucking look at me. You want this, want the truth, want to know what the fuck it is that you do to me. The things you make me feel that I shouldn’t. So open your fucking eyes and see the damage you’ve done.”

And I do, I look him right in the eyes.

My heart breaks at the same time that my orgasm hits.

I ride through it all, the pain, the pleasure, the destruction.

Vito follows me, his hot cum flooding me. He stays in the same spot, not releasing me as he presses his forehead against mine, his breathing just as fast as mine.

His eyes are closed and I study every little contour in his face, remembering that I can’t have this forever.

We have this moment only, because shit is going to hit the fan soon. And then things will never be the same.