(Melissa pov)
My breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving against the silk pillowcase that clung damply to my cheek, the salty tang of dried tears mixing with the fresh musk of our mingled release, Adriano weight pressed me down, his chest hair rough against my back, every inhale expanding those tattooed ridges into my skin like brands, his c**k, still half-hard and slick with our combined fluids, shifted inside me, stirring the overfilled mess, cool stickiness seeping between my thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath my ass. I hated the way my body responded, my p***y fluttering weakly around the invasion, as if begging for more despite the raw ache radiating from my core. *Bastard owns this now,* the traitorous thought slithered through my mind, fueling a fresh spike of fury even as he
