He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean. A groan rumbles from him as he gets a taste of me.

He reaches for his belt, undoing his pants. I watch his cock spring free. He strokes himself. “You have a hymen.”

My mouth falls open.

“I felt it.” Is he about to take it? I don’t get the chance to ask. He drops to his knees, burying his face between my legs from behind, his tongue thrusting inside me over and over before going for my clit. The sensation is more than I can bear.

“Gilly.” I grip the counter, about to come, but he pulls back. “No!” I whimper. He stands. Tears sting at my eyes. He’s not doing this to me again, is he?

“Don’t tease me about other men having you.” He guides the head of his cock to my entrance, pressing inside of me only a little. His arm wraps around me, his hand going between my thighs from the front.

His fingers go for my clit. He places them there but doesn’t move them.

“Please,” I beg, no longer caring if I sound desperate or not. I need him.

“Remember this,” he grits out before he finally gives me what I need. It doesn’t take long to fall apart with how on edge I am. With a few touches of his rough fingers to the bundle of nerves, I’m flying into pleasure. My sex locks down around the head of his cock.

Gilly groans loudly as warmth explodes through me. It takes me a second to realize what he’s done.

He came inside me.

11

GILLY

I stride into the dining room, my heart pounding and my mind in a spin. What have I done? I’ve gone too far, that’s what. I came inside her, my cock giving in to her wet heat as I fingered her to orgasm. Just the memory of it sends another jolt of heat to my cock.

Antonio raises a brow at me.

I’m sure my skin is still flushed, my demeanor shattered, but it’s not like I can explain why to him. I give him a short shake of my head.

His gaze lingers for another moment before he turns back to whatever prep school twat has his attention.

I go to the sideboard and fix myself a drink, then rethink it and make it a double. After downing it, I make another. Once it’s burning down my throat, the door to the dining room opens again.

My body goes taut. I already know who it is. I always do. Carina is in my blood, like a whisper always at the edge of my hearing. I can sense her.

The room takes a collective breath as she swans in, her head held high. “Sorry I’m late, fellas.” She gives a smug smile, her gaze skirting across me.