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He kept me still as he pumped in and out of me. Every time I squirmed, wanting to press against him, he spanked me.
“You take color well.” He squeezed one buttock and then another.
I clung to the desk and closed my mouth, keeping the sounds inside me. But it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“Dante, please.” I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to find my release.
“I like that. Beg me some more, Elysa.”
“Let me come.”
Even though he had asked me to be quiet, he was vocal about how much he enjoyed me, his grunts loud.
“I’ll get you there, cara. You know I’ll get you there but let me…for now, just let me fuck you.”
My pussy tightened, and I knew that I was going to come even without clitoral stimulation this time. I was so aroused, so stuffed, so…on edge.
“Now,” he cried out and moved his hand from the small of my back to my pussy. He pinched my clitoris, and I fell over right as he did.
I slumped onto the desk, unable to process what had just happened. I felt his kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’ll clean you up, cara, and then we can go back.”
“Sure,” I mumbled. “Not like I can feel my legs.”
I heard his low chuckle. “You’re amazing, Elysa.”
Remembering that didn’t make me feel better—instead, it made me feel worse. I’d really thought that our intimacy meant we had a deep connection and we could build a marriage on it, but I should’ve paid heed to what everyone always said: sex doesn’t last. Had he gotten bored of it? He had told his friend how sex was bland with me. Fresh pain poured through me. Had all of it for a whole year been a lie?
“Hey, where did you go?” Maura pulled me out of my head.
I shrugged. “I don’t need to dress to impress Dante. I mean…it sounds so shallow to try and make him feel bad about dumping me.”
“First,youleft him and not?—”
“I only preempted it, and you know that.” I stood up. “Let’s lock up and get some sleep.”
Maura heard the finality in my tone and let it go. “Tomorrow will be a better day,” she promised me.
THIRTEEN
Dante
“Are you sure Elysa will be there?” Lucia asked me.
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
She looked uncomfortable as she sat across from me in my office.
“Lucia?”
She let out a long breath. “I…well, I heard that she’s been seen with Carmen DeLuca, who is a divorce lawyer, so…there’s been some talk.”
“Carmen is her friend and employer’s aunt,” I explained nonchalantly. I didn’t want anyone to know my business, especiallythisbusiness with my wife.
“They were seen meeting in her office.” Lucia put her hands on my desk. “You should know that the grapevine is saying that she’s filed for divorce. I mean, you barely knew her before you married, and there’salways been gossip that it was some kind ofarrangementby Don Giordano.”
Well, for once, the gossip gang wasn’t entirely wrong.
Before I could say anything, Lucia raised a hand and smiled. “Let’s get back to work, as it’s obvious you don’t want to talk about your marriage.”