Seduce & Destroy - Page 68

“I’m sorry.” She whispered into my neck, pulling her arms extra tight before she let go.

One more minute. I pleaded to myself. One more hug.

But she had other ideas, and as the blood returned to flow in its regular rotation, I couldn’t process how to respond to her next words.

“Tell me about this older woman at the Novelli house.” Her eyes darkened as she commanded me to look at her. I couldn’t control the voracious beat of my heart. This wouldn’t end well.

“How do you know about that?” I stammered.

“Aldo Novelli told me.”

That woke me up. “About me?” My fingers twist into knots. They weren’t meant to be here. Their operation should be in shambles, I made sure of it. Flavia was the bedrock of their family, without a floor to stand on how did they manage to walk all the way here?

“Hmmm.” She said, sinister. “I don’t think he knows it’s you in particular.”

I tried my hardest not to panic. “And he’s here? Right now? On the estate.”

“Yup.” She said with a pop of the ‘p’.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, while I tried to keep my breathing even. “Don’t punish me, Laney. I’ll tell you anything, what do you want to know?”

“Did she fuck you or did you fuck her?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “It doesn’t matter. How many Novelli members are here?”

“Yes, it does matter. Was she better than me?”

“What? You jealous?” I challenged. She was finding reasons to hate me. Maybe this was for the best? “You want to know all the other girls I’ve touched before you.” My voice turned seductive. “Every pussy I licked. Every mouth that sucked mine. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Every goddamn detail.”

I knew it had to be a lie. Heavy hands trailed her body as I attempted to call her bluff. “The Novelli housekeeper left one button of her blouse undone every single day. It was easy access for when she pushed my back into the fridge, her hand under the short skirt they made me wear with stockings.”

“Was she good?” Laney asked, red in the face.

“So good,” I moaned, but I wanted to cry. “She kept me up every night in her office, fucking me repeatedly on every surface. Wall. Desk. Floor. Chair.”

She gasped and her hand fisted in the fabric of my jacket. I slapped a hand over her mouth as I bent my head to get close to her ear. If this was what she wanted, I’d indulge.

“My pussy was always wet for her,” I said, but she was more important. “As you are for me.”

“No.” She sounded uncertain, and thrashed against my grip, but I already had my hand in her shorts, the heat from her core radiating. I didn’t touch her.

“Jealous yet?”

Defiant, she turned her head away. “Never.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this.” I gripped her upper thigh, hard. “That you don’t want me.”

“No.” With a groan, she reached for me, tugging on the lapels of my jacket to drag me closer.

“Nuh-uh.” I taunted her. “Ask nicely.”

She kept quiet but pulled harder.

“Laney…”

“Give it to me!”