DOMENICO
The water was cool against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the fire raging inside me. Stroke after stroke, I cut through the pool, my muscles working in steady rhythm, but my mind was not on the exercise.
It was on her.
Reina.
I could still feel the heat of her cunt on my fingers. The slick glide of her walls clutching at me. The intoxicating scent of her orgasm lingering in my nose.
And the taste. God, the taste still haunted me.
I clenched my jaw as I surfaced for air, the moonlight gleaming across the water. I knew I should not be this way. She was my son’s wife. Legally his. The vows had been made, the ring placed on her finger. She belonged to him in the eyes of the world.
But none of that meant a damn thing to me.
I had touched her. I had made her c*m with my fin
