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Chapter 19

Eden

The closing of the heavy metal door sounds like it's sealing my fate.

After turning on my phone's flashlight, I watch Vito slowly spin around in the space.

"A secret tunnel," he exhales, his eyes gleaming in the light from my phone. "Is there a secret society, too?"

I'm mesmerized by his lips. The scruff only makes them more enticing. They look soft. They'd feel amazing on my skin and on my pussy.

With the effort worthy of an Olympian, I look away. "Come on," I grit, turning on my heel and walking down the passageway.

He's close behind me. He doesn't touch me, but I feel him as if he were.

"Where does this come out?" His breath is hot on my neck, and a shiver ripples through me.

"My office." I force myself to keep my breathing steady. Having him so close to me, alone with me, his breath on my skin…

It's making me want things—things I cannot have—in a terrible way.

"Who knows about this?" His voice is deep and low. Dangerous and lethal.

He's short-circuiting my exhausted brain.

"Me. All the past owner-operators of Gilly's."

"Who are all now dead."

"Yes," I admit, keeping us walking forward, trying not to think too much about being underground. And trying not to think a lot about Vito's closeness. "Aiken told me about this in his email. It's a guarded secret that's only passed down through the successors. But I guess I royally fucked that up with you."

Vito's breathing sounds a bit labored.

Alarmed, thinking he might be having a panic attack about the subterranean space, I turn around.

He's even closer than I expected, and we slam into each other. I jump back to give us space, and my cell light shines around us. His face is illuminated on one side but shadowed on the other.

"A secret tunnel… that no one knows about." He swallows, drawing my eyes to his corded neck. He licks his lips. "Eden… A secret tunnel… that no one knows about."

Realization hits me at what he's saying, and my chest heaves.

His strong hands settle on my waist, and he steps closer. He's huge—tall and chiseled with hard muscle—and his blue-green eyes are filled with a heat that sears right to my pussy. "Tell me you don't want my cock."

I don't know if it's a taunt or a plea.

"I wish I fucking could."

There it is.

The damning words and knowledge are out there.

But can we do this? Fuck without anyone finding out and get each other out of our systems?

This is the safest place. Just this once—in a place no one knows about, in the middle of the night, with no one around.

Yes. Absolutely yes.

"We do this. Once ," I say quickly, getting the words out before my brain takes back over. "One-and-done. Get it over with, then we can move on with clearer heads."

His nostrils flare, and his hands tighten around my waist. "Agreed."

My breathing is ragged and erratic. "We're really doing this?"

In answer, he slams his mouth down on mine and drives me into the wall.

My cell phone falls, the flashlight illuminating us. I grip his face, kissing him hard as lust consumes me.

I need to feel him.

I pull his shirt up and off, then trail my fingers over the taut, broad planes of his shoulders, back, chest, and arms, feeling the scars on his hot, hard flesh.

I moan at the sensation of touching him. Pleasure fills me at being able to finally feel him. I've been dreaming about this hard body for months.

From the sounds he's making, he's as affected by my touching him as I am by him touching me. He groans into my mouth, grinding his hips against mine.

"I need to feel and see those magnificent, glorious tits." He pulls my shirt over my head and then quickly undoes my bra. He steps back, staring at them—full, round, and high—and my nipples are diamond-hard. "Fuck," he growls. "They really are made to bring a grown man to his knees."

He smiles and buries his face in them, slamming me against the wall again. The air is knocked out of me, both from the force of him hitting me into the wall and from the feel of his hands, fingers, mouth, tongue, and teeth on my skin. He worships my chest—kissing, sucking, licking, and nipping everywhere on one breast while using his hand on the other.

I arch into his hand and mouth, more pleasure and heat dumping into my blood. No one's touch has ever felt like this.

"I've never loved a pair of tits so much in my life." He sounds awed. "I need to feel your pussy, Eden. Will it be the same as with your perfect tits and make me lose my fucking mind?"

I help him undo my pants. I've never wanted someone's fingers inside me more. He bites my neck, as I grab his hand and urgently guide him down. When he cups my pussy, I moan; it's uncontrollable, low and guttural.

He groans. "Even this feels unlike anything before."

"Please," I beg, shifting my hips, trying to get one of his fingers inside me.

"I love that you're so greedy for me." He licks my neck. He squeezes my pussy harder, but he's not giving me what I want. I grind my hips, getting some friction from the heel of his palm on my clit. "That's it. Ride my hand." He leans back to look down at me, his pupils blown wide. "You want my finger now?"

"Yes," My desperation is an actual ache.

When he shifts his hand, I lose the pressure and contact on my clit. However, when he pushes a finger inside me, my knees buckle as I cry out, and he catches me around the waist.

"Holy fuck," he breathes as he starts to finger me. "How do you feel so amazing, Eden?"

As he fingers me harder, I tilt my head back, lost in the feel of the naked skin of our upper bodies and how amazing his touch feels. I moan, clenching as he sinks another finger inside me and plays with my clit with his thumb. "Oh my god, I'm going to come already."

"Fuck, yes." He sucks on my nipple, and he works me harder as I grind against his hand. "I want you to come on my hand, my face, my cock. Come for me, baby."

The rapid onset of the orgasm drills into me hard . I cry out as I spasm around his fingers that are pushing deep into me, and his thumb works my clit.

I've never orgasmed so fast before. I've been dreaming about Vito for months while using my fingers and vibrator to get myself off, but it never fully satiated me. My hazy brain insists that's why I orgasmed so fast and hard with him.

But that doesn't explain why I want more. There's no post-orgasm relaxation and contentment. I'm ravenous. I'm all need.

I'm lost to my lust. I need his cock in me. Now.

I work to undo his jeans as he continues to worship my nipples and pussy.

He pulls away from me suddenly, and my chest heaves as I fight to catch my breath.

The flashlight still illuminates the narrow passageway we're in. The scars on his chest, stomach, and arms add to his dangerous strength as he fills the space.

I start to panic, thinking he's coming to his senses, but he kicks off his boots. Then he finishes undoing his jeans and lets them fall to the floor to reveal he's commando underneath and reveals his…

"Fuck me," I breathe, staring at his hard, thick length. "Holy saints of all dicks, that's a beautiful god-like cock."

He strokes it, kicking his jeans aside, naked and bare in front of me. "I don't have any condoms on me, but I'm clean."

"I'm clean, too. I can't get pregnant." My mouth is suddenly dry, and I push away the emotions that try to push in.

He continues to stroke his cock, staring at me with raw hunger. Then he smiles a devastating smile that promises a mix of heaven and sin. "If we're only doing this once, let's make it better-than-good, shall we? Strip for me, baby."

My torso is naked, and my jeans are gaping open, so I have little left to take off. I push away from the wall, then turning around, I bend over to undo my boots.

"You're bending over for cock."

I stand up slowly and look over my shoulder. "Right now, or I will be?"

He gives slow, lazy strokes to his thick, long length, and he licks his lips. "Both."

Cupping my breasts, I turn to face him, then play with my nipples, making him suck in sharply. When I pinch and tug on my nipples, he squeezes his cock, not taking his eyes off me.

Then I skate my hands down my stomach. His eyes track the movement like he's a wolf stalking his next meal. He rolls his hand over the head of his cock to rub the cum that pearls on the tip.

Gripping the waist of my jeans, I slowly slide them down my hips and bend over as I push them to the floor.

Standing back up, I step out of them and do the same with my panties, only slower. His hand has paused on his cock as he drinks in every inch of me. When I stand fully naked in front of him, he closes his eyes, tilting back his head. His face looks like he's in pain before he looks back at me.

"You're even more irresistable than I ever imagined. I want to worship every inch of you." His chest heaves. "But I need my cock inside you. I can't wait. There will be a round two."

He's on me before I can remind him this is one-and-done. He hoists me around his waist, and his cock pressing at my entrance makes all words and thoughts vacate my mind. He spins us so my back is against the wall and kisses me.

But where we had been fierce and wild before, his kiss is different now. It's still hungry and filled with need, but it's also filled with tenderness as he sinks into me and finally joins us.

I gasp as he fills me slowly, letting me stretch and adjust to his size. Then I moan at the sensation and pleasure of him filling me with his god-like cock until our pelvises are pressed as one.

"How do you feel like I'm sliding into heaven, Eden? How?" he whispers as he starts to move inside me.

I cling to his neck, my arms wrapped tight around his back and my legs around his waist. A myriad of emotions rush at me, mixing with the incredible feel of him and the intense pleasure. It all grounds me, connects me to him, like he's the piece I never knew I was missing.

This isn't fucking. This isn't even just sex.

Sweet Christ.

What started as something that is supposed to be fucking and screwing is feeling like something else entirely.

"Vito," I cry, holding him tight to me and rocking my hips.

His fingers dig into my flesh. "Tell me you've wanted me as badly as I've wanted you, Eden. That it's not just me."

"I've wanted you since I heard your voice on the phone."

"It's been torture," he groans, moving with harder strokes.

I tilt my head back, letting him fill me. Letting him take what he wants because what I'm getting in return has no comparison.

He kisses, licks, and sucks my neck, adding more shots of pleasure through my entire body and straight to my core. As he works us harder, my breath stutters with every hard thrust into me.

Ecstasy spikes with every move of his hips. I've never been loud in bed before, but I have no control now. He's giving me pleasure, and in return, it feels like he's extracting everything from my soul. And I'll give it all to him, willingly.

"Eden," he growls against my lips. "That's it, baby."

He snaps his hips, moving his magnificent cock just so , and I dig my nails into his shoulders as I feel the pressure swell. He growls again, hitting into me harder, making stars erupt behind my closed lids. He kisses me roughly, continuing the hard, punishing-but-oh-so-rewarding pace without mercy or signs of relenting.

The pressure within me continues to build, and I know that when it detonates, it will be like a nuclear blast.

"I feel you starting to clench, Eden. You're going to be a good girl and come again, this time all over my cock."

He shifts, snapping his hips and going deeper at a slightly different angle. My clit glides on his skin, sparking fireballs of pleasure through me.

Rather than hurrying the pace and rushing us both to orgasm, he slows. His arms are taut as he absolutely destroys my pussy by lifting then slamming my body down hard so every thrust has his cock bottoming out, deep inside me.

"Oh, Jesus… Fuck." White-hot fire builds, and my whole body tingles. "Vito."

"You're so fucking magnificent." Slam. "Come for me." Slam. "Squeeze and fist my cock. Drench it with your cum." Slam .

My orgasm doesn't explode; it annihilates.

My screams fill the underground passageway as heat flushes over my skin, and my vision blurs at the edges.

My body convulses and convulses, and I can't breathe. Death by orgasm might be in my future, but what a way to go.

With Vito's cock filling me.

"Vito," I choke.

"That's it, baby," he grunts. "I can hardly fucking move; you're squeezing me so tight."

Supersensitive, I feel him swell, and the thought of his thick cum shooting and filling my pussy prolongs my climax.

"Eden." My name is a prayer. "Twice won't be enough; I need the full night with you."

He crushes his mouth to mine as he groans—long and hard, guttural and animalistic—and erupts, pulsing deep inside me.

His orgasm lasts as long as mine had, and when it finishes, he buries his face in my neck.

I have no strength, so it's all on him to hold my deadweight up and support me against the wall.

I'm shaking. And not only from the most powerful orgasm of my life. My shaking isn't even from the fact that we crossed a line. It's because what started as fast and intense fucking morphed into something I'm not allowing myself to acknowledge.

Slowly, he eases me to standing, but still holds me tight as my legs shake. His mouth trails up my neck and over to my lips, then he kisses me softly. "How much further to your office?"

"Not far."

He scoops up all our stuff, then grips my hand. We walk naked toward my office, and I feel his cum leak out, wetting my thighs. When we reach the end of the passageway, we go up the stairs to a small landing with a door with another keycode panel.

"Your office is like Fort Knox." It sounds like he's reassuring us.

"I changed the code after you got in that night."

"Only you know the code?"

I nod but frown. "It's not without risk, though."

"Are you willing to risk it?" Then he grins. "Fuck it. I said we were taking the night."

Taking a deep breath, I type in the code and swing the door into my office. The door is made to be part of my office bookcases.

My office is dark except for the glow of the security monitors on my desk. While Vito shuts the door, I check the monitors to ensure the bar is empty.

I turn back to Vito. We need to talk. This is one-and-done . It has to be.

"Vito—"

He scoops me up to lay me on my desk.

"What are you doing?" I start to sit up but fall back as he yanks me toward the edge and sinks to his knees on the floor.

"Eating you out on your desk like I've been dreaming about for months. You're going to come with my face buried in this beautiful pussy."

I squirm to get away. "That's your cum—" My moan erupts when he licks me, long and hard, with the flat of his tongue.

"Do you think I care?" He repeats the motion. "But if it makes you feel better, I'll wipe some up." He drags his fingers to gather our combined cum, then he presses them into my mouth. "Lick us up, baby, while I lick you and make you come again."

Our taste is a mix of sweet, tangy, and salty.

"Oh god," I moan as he's a man possessed between my legs.

Pleasure consumes me, both from what I'm feeling but also from hearing him getting so much pleasure from eating me out.

I grip his head to my pussy, grinding hard. I've come twice already, and I still want more. Need more.

Somewhere in my ecstasy-addled mind is the warning that I'm falling headlong into an addiction to what he's making me feel and experience.

But I. Don't. Care.

He scissors his fingers while destroying me with his tongue. My core and legs shake; I'm teetering on the edge but the orgasm isn't happening. I need to come, but somehow, he's preventing it while still eating me out in a way that is driving me insane.

"Please, Vito," I gasp.

"Say my name again," he growls. "And I want you to come with it on your lips."

"Vito," I moan.

He twists his hand, pressing on the front inside of my wall, causing a sharp pleasure-pain pressure to surge through me. I arch my back, straining taut like a bow about to be released.

He sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, making my body arch further like he's the hunter pulling the bowstring before he releases the kill shot.

My body trembles on the precipice of destruction.

He bites my clit, and the orgasm slices through me. I shout his name as blackness threatens to descend, the convulsions in my core and the pleasure sensations too much to process.

"That's my girl. My good fucking girl ." His growl pulls me back, and I feel my thighs slick with release.

My body twitches like a live-wire is hooked to me.

Vito kisses me roughly and possessively, and I feel and taste the wetness of his face. The roughness of his scruff on my skin.

It's unbelievable, but I'm still not satiated. I still need him, want him as if we haven't touched yet.

Shakily, I sit up, and he cups the back of my head to keep my mouth to his.

I place my hands on his chest and push him into my desk chair. He sits, and I move off the desk and sink to my knees in one fluid motion.

His body goes rigid, and he grips my face with his large, scarred hands. His chiseled chest heaves as he stares down at me.

I know what's playing in his head—what happened in the library.

"I believe you," I say, simply and honestly.

I believe him that he was passed out and woke up too late to stop Lexa.

Relief and something else that I refuse to think about are in his eyes. Gripping my hand around his thick, long cock, I lower my mouth and slide down him slowly.

He hisses and then groans hoarsely. His hips shift, trying to get more of him inside my mouth.

"Holy fucking hell, Eden." I raise my eyes to look up at him, and his head has fallen back with a look of wondrous pleasure on his face. "Don't stop, baby. Oh, my fucking god."

I hum around him, then suck hard as I slide up his length and back down.

I've never really cared for giving head before, but being on my knees between his legs with his cock filling my mouth, taking him to the back of my throat makes me feel powerful. He's being as destroyed by what I'm doing as I was with him eating me out.

With him, I don't like giving head… I love it.

I work him as relentlessly as he worked me. The ache and throb between my legs urge me on, and I'm getting as much pleasure from this as he is.

And I love it even more when he fists my hair and starts to fuck my mouth, using his hips to get deeper.

But then he pulls me off, a pained sound ripping out of him as if it's the hardest thing he has ever done.

He frames my face, kissing me violently, then stands, bringing me with him, and spins me so my back is flush with his front. One hand cups my breast and the other finds my pussy. He fingers me hard and fast, spiraling me up quickly because I'm so turned-on from giving him head.

"You're going to bend over for my cock," he growls in my ear before biting my neck. "Only for my cock."

Then he slams me forward to bend me over my desk, keeping his fingers on my clit, and drives in to the hilt with one ruthless thrust.

I can't think as he hammers into me without mercy and rubs and squeezes my clit. I've never had more than two orgasms before in one session, but my fourth one blasts through me, the most intense one yet. I scream hoarsely as he pinches my clit and rips my climax through me.

"Vito," I nearly sob, twitching as he doesn't let up on my clit until his cock swells and bursts inside me again. He moans my name over and over as the orgasm ripples through him, and he pumps inside me. My walls are still quivering around him and each squeeze seems to prolong his pleasure.

He collapses forward, his elbows catching his weight as I'm flat and boneless on the desk. I have to be satiated now because I can't move. I don't think my legs will support me if I try to stand.

My heart hammers against my desk.

The sex, the foreplay, the oral sex, the kissing… I've never experienced anything like it.

And I don't think I ever will again.

One night has to be enough.