No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 18

"Vincenzo," I whimper, my eyes slammed shut as his body remains pressed against mine.

I groan as he flips me over again, his hand tightening around my throat once more as he places the other next to my head on the pillow.

"Beg me sweetheart," he whispers, his nickname for me only making my pussy wetter, my wetness dripping down my thighs.

I dig my nails into his shoulders as I swallow my pride, my eyes flying shut again as he grinds his dick against my pussy, swallowing a moan as I bite my tongue.

"Please Enzo, please let me cum," I moan, wanting to shoot myself for calling him Enzo.

"So it's Enzo now?" he asks, his tone deadly as he suddenly pushes himself into me again.

I suddenly feel full again, my eyes lazily opening as I rake my nails down his back. "That's right fiore, show me how much you hate me," he groans, pumping in and out of me at an ungodly pace.

"I hate you," I moan, feeling myself close again, he must sense this as he lets out a low chuckle.

"Show me how much you hate me as you cum on my dick," he whispers, kissing my breasts again as I cum around his dick, our bodies slamming against each other in a steady rhythm.

I trail my hands down his perfectly carved abs, his body glistening in a thin layer of sweat.

Fuck he's so hot.

I bite down on his shoulder to muffle a scream as he thrusts into me so hard I fear I might scream so loud it would alert the entire building.

My head falls back onto the pillows as he works my orgasm, my hands resting on his chest as he kisses down mine, feeling a perfect bliss as he fucks me better than any man ever has.

I let out a loud moan as thrusts into me one last time before pulling out, his hands on either side of my head as he holds himself up, his eyes locked on mine as we look at each other.

Our chests touch as we both breathe heavily, my tits pushed up against his chest as he lowers himself down, his hand wrapped around my throat as his lips skim my ear.

"On your knees fiore," he whispers, his teeth tugging at my earlobe as a calm smile plays on my lips.

I ignore the burning pain in my legs as I sit up, pulling my hair back as I arch my back and bend down, taking Vincenzo's erection in my mouth.

I have to pull back as he slams into the back of my throat, wrapping my hand around the base of his dick as I begin to slowly pump up and down.

He groans softly as I suck my cheeks in, my head bobbing up and down as I close my eyes in concentration. My tongue slides down the side of his dick and swirls his tip, the taste of pre-cum washing over my mouth.

He thrusts deeper into my mouth as I drag my hand faster up and down his erection, my name falling from his lips in low moans.

I moan as he wraps my hair around his fist, tugging harsh as he forces me to take more of him in my mouth, another tear rolling down my cheek as I jerk the base of his dick.

Vincenzo let's out a loud moan and suddenly his cum shoots down my throat, his grip on my hair tightening as he cums.

I move faster as I swallow his cum, not letting him come down from his high.

I suck my cheeks in again as my saliva coats his dick, circling his tip with my tongue once more as he pushes my head further down.

I feel his hold on my hair loosen as his orgasm comes to an end, my head dropping in exhaustion as he pushes himself up.

I whine as he grips my chin, forcing my eyes up as he smirks down at me.

"Vincenzo De Santis killing The Fiore Mortale has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" he whispers.

I feel my body tense, unable to form any words as I look at him.

"What?" I breathe out, not being able to understand how he knows.

"You heard what I said," he says in a low voice, pushing himself off the bed before walking into the ensuite attached to the room.

My mind races through every possibility as I sit up, my hands running through my hair as my heart pounds in my chest.

My head snaps up as Vincenzo re-enters the room, a cloth in hand.

I sit there stunned as he sits down at the end of the bed and parts my thighs, tenderly cleaning my up as he drags the warm cloth over my inner thighs as I remain lost for words.

What the fuck is happening?

"I'm not that much of a dick," he mutters, standing up and tossing the cloth into the ensuite.

I hum in response, getting off the bed and strapping my knife back onto my thigh, dressing myself again.

I watch as Vincenzo turns as he picks his shirt off the ground, his pants back on as he buttons his shirt back up.

I take a shaky breath in as I get the gun out of the drawer which I planted there before, silently loading it and pointing it at the back of his head.

I freeze as he stands up to his full height, a dry chuckle coming from his lips as his back remains facing me.

"Might want to put the gun down sweetheart,"

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So what did we think of that?? (better smut to come...but not for a while)

I'll post the next chapter right after this one,

Abi <3