《To Love A Bologna 》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒JAMESI let go of Vanessa's wrists, wanting to cup her other firm ass cheek, needing to push her harder against me. Her hands fell to my shoulders, and she slowly weaved her fingers through the hair at the back of my neck. Every inch of my body was electrified, ready to consume this woman in every way imaginable.Both of us were breathing rapidly, and I almost lifted her off her feet as I gripped her ass harder, tighter between my fingers. We were both already lost-lost at the moment, lost in each other. The harder I pressed against her, the tighter she gripped my hair. I couldn't stop myself from moving my hips, grinding my cock against her, wishing we were naked. Dry humping was never my style."James," she moaned softly against my cheek, but it sounded more like a plea."I want you, Vanessa. I want you so bad it's almost impossible to fucking breathe right now." I leaned back, ready to finally taste her. To feel her lips against mine as I claimed her mouth with vehement

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀VANESSAMy tears threatened to escape, and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep myself from crying. "What did he do to you, Vanessa?" I heard Antonio ask softly, his eyes wide with concern. I couldn't look at him, so I let my gaze drop to the ground beneath my feet and wrapped my arms around my chest. I knew what he had to be thinking, and it was nothing like that. It was worse. For three years, I carried this burden, knowing my mistake would one day come out in the open. And here I was, unable to keep my secret any longer. Antonio moved closer. "Vanessa did he—" "No," I interrupted him. "No, he didn't." I still couldn't look at him. The guilt was too much, tearing at my soul. Admitting this to Antonio was almost as bad as it would be admitting it to my father. "Then what did he do?" Finally, I gathered the courage to look up and glanced between Daniel and Antonio. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I took a deep breath. "Enzo d

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒JAMESI crouched behind Vanessa and stared at the sexiest motherfucking booty I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. I didn't know whether I wanted to fuck her ass…or worship it. The strip of her thong disappeared through her ass cheeks, the little triangle of black fabric just above it teasing and taunting me. I wanted it gone. I slipped my finger under the thin fabric. "Vanessa?" "Yeah?" "How attached are you to this thong?" "Um—" "I was hoping you'd say that." With a twist of my finger, I easily tore through it. The little gasp she let out made me smile. "I've always wanted to do that." Vanessa glanced down over her shoulder. "You've never torn a woman's panties before?" "Oh, I have, several times." "Then why did you say you've always wanted to do that?" I straightened behind her, pushing my body flush against hers while I leaned closer to her ear. "Because it's your panties I've been dreaming about ripping to

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀VANESSAIf he weren't so damn hot, and the best lay I'd ever had, his arrogance would have been extremely unattractive. But, unfortunately, he was both those things, which was why I was currently clenching my thighs again…while still feeling the traces of my recent, mind-shattering orgasm between my legs. "Don't call me princess." He grinned. "Oh, that's right. You have a thing for people thinking you're a princess." I crossed my arms defensively. "A thing? What are you, twelve?" "Did I feel twelve when I pushed my cock inside you when you told me I was big?" He slanted his head, his inky black hair a complete mess, yet damn perfect. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensual pull between us. Thinking about what it felt like, being impaled by his huge cock, had my heart jackhammering inside my chest, and my body aching for more—which was a bad thing. It was so damn wrong wanting more of him, wanting to feel him inside me aga

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 VANESSAJames lifted his arm from his face and looked at me. "You okay?" "No." "Liar." He looked up at the ceiling, and I pushed up on my arms. "I'm not okay, James. This wasn't supposed to happen." He snorted. "Which one? The first fuck, or the second one?" I slapped him on the chest. "It's not funny." "Oh, come on." He turned on his side, his dark eyes filled with mischief. "We're having fun. Just go with it." "It's not that simple." I moved and got off the bed, taking the sheet and wrapping it around me. "Why? Because you're the daughter of a mafia boss, and I'm a cop?" I pulled my hand through my hair as I paced his room, clutching the sheet between my fingers. "You say that like it's no big deal." He sat up. "So, you are the daughter of a mafia boss?" I paused and glared at him. "Don't. Don't you dare?" "What?" "You're doing that whole reverse psychology thing on me, trying to get me to admit my father is a criminal." His dark eyebrows