Page 124 of The Crowned Garza

His heated gaze fixates on my slick, wet folds as he sheaths himself. “Bellissima.” When he’s done, he settles between my thighs, cupping and squeezing my breasts. “Sei così bella, cazzo.”

On the heel of that, he drives into me.

“Oh God,yes,” I gasp out. “Oh…ohhhh, I’ve missed this.”

He presses in to the hilt, bottoming out.

“Shit, yes, Saint. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.More.”

His hands move to my thighs, gripping and pressing them farther apart, getting more flexibility out of them than I knew capable.

Hefucksme. Ferociously. Like he’s angry at me. Deep, hard, relentlessly punitive thrusts.

But who’s complaining? It’s beautiful. Stretching my arms above my head, I grip the edge of the desk for support and undulate my hips, fucking him back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

As we go at each other, my heart swells fatter and fatter in my chest, ballooning with an amalgamation of emotions, until it starts to hurt.

In a flash, without warning, a flip switches. And not a good one.

“You like doing this, huh?” I pant out. “Making a liar and a cheater out of me?”

“Me? Don’t blame me for your flightiness,” he bites back. “Ever think about how it makes me feel to watch you give awaymypussy every chance you get?”

“Yours?” A bitter laugh comes out on the tail of a pleasure-laden moan. “Did you ever claim it?”

“I didn’t think I needed totellyou not to go off and fuck someone else just because I ignored you for two seconds.”

Two seconds? That’s how he sees it? Is a thousand years one day to him? What an assface. “You snooze, you lose.”

His eyes flash at the provocation, nostrils flared, jaw clenched. Visibly irate, he hooks my legs firmly into the crook of his arms, drags me to the very edge of the desk, and starts pounding me. Mercilessly.

Items rattle and tumble, crashing to the ground.

In this position, locked in his hold like this, there’s nothing I can do. Nothing but take it. Take every thick, long inch of him deep inside me.Feelhim. Feel the pain mixed with quaking pleasure.

But Idohave a mouth that’s not gagged. “Fuck me, you coward. Youliar. You promise-breaker. Fuck me like the easy vessel I am to you. Yourwhore. Here only for your pleasure and amusement.”

“Stop it,” he grits out.

“Look at how wide I’m spread for you, letting you use me, letting you bend and break me. This is all I’m good for with you, right?”

He slows. “What are you doing?”

“Why’reyoueven mad,Guy? Because I stopped begging you to choose me? Because I don’t want you anymore? Because I chose Chase?”

He stops entirely now. Withdraws from me and takes a step back. “What are you doing, Tillie?”

I don’t know.

“What’s all this shit you’re saying?” he asks. “Is that really how you think I see you? Am I… Am I hurting you,regina?”

No, Idon’treally think those things. I’m just...frustrated. I’m full. I’m overwhelmed. I’m in love. And I’m so damn tired of waiting for him to choose me, to come through on his promise.

This thing I feel for him, it’s bad love. Unhealthy love. Wrong love. A desperate, hazardous love.

It’s not until wetness is leaking into my ears that I realize I’m freaking crying.God, this is embarrassing.

Sitting up, I try to wipe them away, but the salty rivulets just keep coming.