Page 16 of Bittersweet Endings (Agostino Crime Family #6)

I took a deep breath through my nose. His scent was doing things to me. Things I missed. I closed my eyes and gave myself a second to enjoy it before steeling my spine. “Well, if you can fuck that fake little blonde while you think of me, why can’t I fuck someone else and moan Daddy as I come?”

“Watch it, little doll,” Carmine warned. “Or I might just punish that dirty mouth.”

“You’d know how dirty it is. You made it that way. Does she do it for you like I did?” I taunted, licking my lips and running a finger over the scar on his thigh. “Does she make you bleed? Or am I the only one who gets away with it?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game. Don’t fuck with me, Octavia.

” He lifted me up, placing me on the sink, the generous slit in my dress allowing him to spread my legs.

“I missed you like this.” He ran his nose down from my ear to my shoulder, giving me goose bumps.

“If I touched your panties, would they be wet for me?”

“Who said I’m wearing any?” This brazen woman was the newest and preferable version of myself. “Do it. Fuck me, Carmine.”

He growled, staring into my eyes, and I watched the light switch off. A rabid beast stepped out from the shadows, the one that fit me so well.

Hiking up my dress, he groaned as his hands felt my tiny lace thong, soaked with need.

Our hands fumbled and our teeth clashed as we fought to strip each other of our clothes.

I ripped off his belt, tugging his pants down.

My dress was on the floor in seconds, and I stood in nothing but my bra and heels as he made me face the mirror.

Dropping to a knee, Carmine lifted my leg and tossed it over his shoulder. His mouth found my folds, and I was gone. Lost to the euphoria, screaming my release within minutes. My fingers held on to his hair as I kept him where I needed him, shaking until it stopped.

He grabbed his discarded belt, wrapped it around my neck, and stepped behind me. My spine arched as he tugged, and I felt the fat head of his cock at my back. He watched me in the mirror, his hands memorizing my curves. I nodded, and all was forgotten except the feel of his dick inside me.

Filthy words filtered between us as we chased the need—demanded it from each other. The belt was tight. At the same time, the thrill had me on the edge of an orgasm. But it was missing something.

“Come for me, little doll.”

And then I exploded around him, groaning incoherently before he finally dropped the belt, and I heaved in air as he came inside me.

I could feel him dripping as he pulled out of me. Then he dropped to his haunches, helped me step into my thong, and yanked it back up my legs.

“Don’t wipe it off. I want them all to smell me on you.” He stepped into his pants, the dark monster I wanted in my bed and between my thighs.

I pulled him by his tie and he let me kiss him roughly. “Tell me how she thinks I taste when you kiss her goodnight.”

I shoved him back and stepped into my dress. Turning my back and glancing over a shoulder as he zipped me into it. Then I opened the door and wandered down the hall in search of the actual women’s restroom.

“You’re mine, Octavia.”

I paused, looking behind me.

He tapped his lips. No doubt my makeup was smeared, since it was all over his face. He looked thoroughly fucked and almost calm.

This man had me so screwed up.

Finally seeing the sign for the ladies’ room, I darted for the door.

Once inside, I stood at the sink and stared at myself.

I looked like a ravaged sex doll with my hair everywhere, lipstick smudged, and his cum drying between my legs.

I was goddamn powerful, and as I put myself back together, I felt even stronger.

“You’re disgusting.”

I paused, seeing the blonde at my back.

“Dancing with that old man while staring at my man,” she scoffed, and I turned to look at her. It was a shame. At one point, I bet she was naturally pretty. Until she wasn’t.

“Sometimes, a girl needs a daddy to make it all better. Do you have one?” I smirked .

She flinched, and I stepped closer to her.

“Stay away from Carmine,” she said, and I laughed, unable to stop myself. “I know who you are. You can’t have him anyway.”

“We get older but mean girls stay the same.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Let me help you out here. If you know who I am, then you know Carmine is the enemy.” I stepped into her space. “And, sweetheart, he’s fucked me in every dirty and delicious way possible.”

“Oh, please. I doubt he fucked you. We haven’t even—” She stopped hard, realizing she’d slipped up.

He hadn’t touched her. I goddamn knew it. It was all games to make me jealous.

“Sweetie,” I tucked a loose strand of hair away from her face. “Go kiss your man.” I stepped around her and headed for the door. Right at the cusp of the exit, I threw over my shoulder, “And let me know how I taste.”

The door started to close, but I could hear her angered scream. And like a real bitch, I strutted back into the room with an added pep in my step.