Stalking Ginevra (Morally Black Book 4)

The kiss pulls me under, drowning out every thought I had in a rush of heat. There’s no room for apologies, no space for the past—only the feel of Benito’s lips, his hands sliding down my back. My heart races with the overwhelming intensity of his touch.

Finally, he’s returning to the man I’ve always craved.

His grip tightens around my waist, possessive, like he’s staking his claim. I moan against his lips, earning a deep groan that sends a ripple of desire straight to my clit. We’re not just kissing anymore—we’re consuming each other like we’re making up for lost time.

My hands roam over the hard lines of his chest, memorizing the way his muscles shift beneath my fingertips. The heat between us is unbearable, yet I can’t get enough. Legs trembling, I cling to him, wordlessly begging him for more.

He pulls back just enough for me to catch a glimpse of eyes that burn with hunger. His breath is ragged, and the restraint he keeps over his features slips, yet he doesn’t speak.

“Benito,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Can we go back to how we were?”

Without a word, he lifts me off my feet. Heart lurching, I clutch at his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist. He holds me like I’m something precious, and the world shrinks to the tiny space separating me from Benito.

“Exactly as we were?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. His palms trace the dip of my waist and the curve of my back. “Is that all you want?”

The implication of his words ignite something deep inside my core, and I shake my head. “I meant spending time together.” I slide my fingers through his hair, gripping the dark strands. “Laughing over silly jokes, sharing our dreams for the future. Loving you and being loved back.”

His eyes are a well of emotions too complex for me to decipher. He cradles my face in his hands, his fingers drawing circles over my cheekbones.

My stomach tightens as he studies my features, his brows creasing with an unspoken question. A part of me shrivels on the inside, wondering if there’s too much betrayal between us to return to simpler times.

He steps forward, presses my back against the wall, his hips grinding against mine. The fabric of the gown I’d just been admiring moments ago feels like an impenetrable barrier, a thick layer keeping us apart.

“I’ll do anything,” I say through panting breaths, the words barely audible over the roar of my pulse. “All I want is this. Us.”

His lips find my neck, trailing molten heat as his teeth graze the sensitive skin just below my ear. My thoughts scatter, consumed by the intensity of our combined need. Every kiss, every touch is a demand—one I’m desperate to meet, yet my words never reach past Benito’s outer shell.

“You want this,” he growls, his hard cock grinding against my swollen clit, the friction sending shockwaves through my core. “You want me?”

“More than anything,” I say with a gasp, my legs tightening around his waist. “It’s always been you.”

His hands slide lower, gripping my hips, holding me in place as he continues this sweet torture. His lips trace the spot below my collarbone, nipping and sucking the tender skin.

“Why should I believe anything you say?” he mutters, his breath hot and uneven on my skin. “How do I know you won’t run off with the next man?”

The accusation cuts deep, but I cling to him harder, my legs tightening, desperate to show him what words can’t. “Because I’m here now. I chose you. It will always be you.”

Silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken thoughts, but his body keeps moving, his hands gripping my thighs, his cock grinding against me in steady, punishing thrusts.

“Benito, I never wanted anyone else but you. I swear⁠—”

His mouth crashes against mine, a wild, consuming kiss that steals the air from my lungs. It’s like he’s testing me, pushing me to prove that I’m telling the truth. I kiss back with equal intensity, my hips moving in rhythm with his. I pour every ounce of my love and longing for him into the kiss, hoping it’s enough to convince him there will be no other men.

“Say it again,” he orders, breaking the kiss just long enough to meet my eyes, his dark gaze burning with a raw desperate need.

“I’ll say it a thousand times if you want,” I reply, my hands moving over his muscular shoulders. “It’s you, Benito. Only you.”

His grip on my body tightens, and he lifts me higher, his fingers reaching between my legs. The fabric of my panties is soaked, and he growls at the discovery. With trembling fingers, he pushes the wet material aside and explores my slick folds.

“Tell me it’s real,” he whispers against my lips, his voice husky with desire.

“I love you, Benito. It’s only you that I want.”

With a snarl, he lines the blunt head of his cock against my entrance and pauses. I can barely breathe, every nerve in my body trembling with fear and desire.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, his crown teasing my clit.

“More than that,” I say through clenched teeth. “I want your heart again. I want the man who planned to grow old with me. I want my lover, my best friend. I want my husband, Benito. I want you.”

He enters me in a hard thrust, slamming us back into the wall.

Gasping, I dig my nails into his shoulders. He’s never bred me at this angle before and it’s raw, relentless. Everything I didn’t realize I was missing. His rhythm is brutal, every thrust infusing me with a shock of pleasure. But it’s more than just physical.

He isn’t just fucking me hard enough to erase Samson and Bob Brisket—it feels like he’s leaving his brand and marking me as his.

Tears blur my vision, but not from pain. It’s the weight of it all, the second chance I thought I’d lost forever. “I’ll do anything,” I say through panting breaths. “Give you all of me. I want you, Benito. I want this family. I want our future.”

His pace falters for a split second, but he doesn’t stop. But something shifts between us, and what’s happening doesn’t feel like possession or even breeding. It’s deeper.

Maybe Benito finally believes my words. Or maybe he’s tired of fighting. With each stroke, I feel him unraveling, his movements growing unsteady, his breathing uneven. Then his lips crash against mine again, and I know he’s finally listening.

I kiss back, pouring all my love and longing and regret. It’s as if our bodies are finally merging back into a single soul.

“I missed you,” I whisper into his mouth. “Open your heart for me, and I’ll never leave.”

He pulls back again, his breath heavy against my lips, his eyes searching mine like he’s trying to gauge if what I’m saying is real.noveldrama

All the while, his hand grips my thigh, anchoring my body against the wall as he pounds into my pussy with deeper, more deliberate thrusts. The raw intensity of it steals my breath. I’ve never felt so connected to another human being. He looks so deeply into my eyes that our souls connect, and I seize my chance to make him understand.

“That time we spent apart was like hell,” I say, my vision blurring with tears. “It was like living without a heart.”

He doesn’t respond, but his pace changes, becoming slower, more controlled, like he’s trying to hold back. But I don’t want his restraint, I want the sheer force of his desire.

“Punish me. Imprison me. Call me names,” I whisper, running my fingers through the back of his hair, trying to pull him closer. “But don’t shut me out.”

His body presses harder against mine, his lips brushing over my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “What if the only way I believe you’ll stay with me is if you’re pregnant?”

My heart skips a beat, but I don’t falter. If having our child is the way to mend what’s been broken, I’ll do it. “Then fill me with cum and give me a baby.”

He presses his lips against mine in another hard, possessive kiss. Before I can even process what’s happening, he’s pulling me away from the wall and carrying me to the chaise.

Lowering me onto the plush fabric, he takes a step back, his eyes scanning my body in the grecian dress as if he’s trying to memorize every inch. I reach out, but he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head as he straddles the chaise.

“Beg for it,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice low and rough. “Let the ladies in the other room hear how much you want my cum.”

“What?” I whisper.

“You heard me,” he growls.

His mouth travels lower, making my lips part with a moan. He peppers kisses down the neckline of my dress, his hands slipping beneath the fabric gathered around my thighs. I arch my back, trying to press closer, but he keeps his pace torturously slow.

“Please, Benito, don’t make me wait anymore. I’ll do anything—be anyone. Just don’t pull away from me again.” My voice cracks, breaking under the weight of all the hurt and guilt that’s been festering for far too long.

But he remains silent, his gaze dark and unmoved as his fingers tease my entrance, torturing me with that unbearable friction.

I try to grab his wrist to guide him, but he pins my hands above my head again, leaving me completely at his mercy. “I’m begging,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I can’t lose you. Not again.”

Tears stream down my cheeks. My throat tightens, but the words pour out before I can stop them. “If you want me on my knees, I’ll fall at your feet. If you want me broken, I’ll shatter. I’ll be anything you need me to be, just please… give me another chance. Show me I’m enough for you.”

When his mouth finally finds the spot between my legs, I can’t hold back a throaty gasp. My fingers tangle in his hair, my hips bucking against him as his tongue flicks against my clit.

Pleasure swirls through my senses, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m panting, begging for more, but he takes his time, drawing out the sensations until I’m shaking. Every moan, every gasp is like he’s drinking in my desperation, reveling over his absolute control.

“Benito, please,” I whimper, my voice breaking with need.

He pauses, looking up at me from between my thighs, his lips glistening, and growls, “Not until I say.”

I moan louder, my body trembling as he continues, his fingers sliding into my pussy, teasing a spot that makes me see stars. Those clever digits work in tandem with his tongue, pushing me closer and closer to that delicious precipice.

Benito keeps me suspended in pleasure. I lose track of the past, present, and future, babbling strings of nonsense until he finally allows me to come. Heat coils deep in my core, radiating down my limbs. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and the world falls away, leaving only the dizzying sensation of pure, uncontrollable bliss.

Shuddering with release, I cry out his name, my fingers curling into his hair as I lose myself to the overwhelming sensations.

Before I can even catch my breath, he flips me onto my stomach, positioning my body so I’m clinging onto the arm of the chaise. Eyes widening, I catch our reflection in the mirror.

Behind me, Benito stands naked, lips parted and red. His defined muscles ripple as he holds my hip steady with one hand, and grips his cock with the other.

My jaw drops. Long and menacing and thick, it’s no wonder he always leaves me aching.

He strokes his shaft, those dark eyes never leaving mine. Then a predatory smile twitches on his lips, triggering a shiver of anticipation.

No woman in her right mind would ever want to leave a man so captivating.

Arousal drips down my inner thighs as he positions his cock at my entrance once more before thrusting so deeply that every molecule of air escapes my lungs.

“Fuck!” I barely have room to inhale before he pulls back and slams forward again.

He grabs a handful of my hair like it’s a leash and pounds my pussy like he’s racing toward a finish line. His thrusts are hard, punishing, each one driving me closer to the glass.

“Look at yourself,” he growls, his voice rough, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Watch how you take this cock.”

My gaze snaps back to the mirror. My face is flushed, twisting with pleasure, breath escaping through parted lips as I meet his thrusts. There’s nothing gentle about it—it’s raw, primal. His cock drives into me again and again, his eyes locked on mine through the reflection.

“You like watching me fuck you?” he growls, his eyes blazing. “You like seeing me making you come?”

I can barely speak, my body trembling under the weight of the sensations, but I manage to gasp, “I love it.”

His muscles tighten with every movement, the force pushing me harder against the chaise. I can’t look away from the mirror, from the sight of his muscular body dominating mine, his cock buried deep inside my pussy. Shit. I’ve been with three men, yet only one of them has ever allowed me to see him so completely.

“Good,” he grits out, punctuating his words with another snap of his hips. “Because I won’t stop fucking this sweet little cunt until all you can think about is me.”

I moan, my fingers clawing at the fabric, my back arching as I try to take him deeper. The slap of our bodies echoes across the fitting room, and I swear I hear a distant giggle.

My body stiffens, but a thick finger slips between my folds and teases my clit with tight circles. All thoughts of Maria and the girls listening on the other side of the door vanish under a lusty moan, and I keep my eyes locked on Benito, watching him claim me all over again.

“I’m yours,” I gasp out, meaning every word. “Only yours, Benito.”

His gaze stays locked on mine in the reflection, watching me fall apart beneath him. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours. Only yours,” I repeat, my voice breaking as he drives deeper.

He pushes harder, his pace rougher, more desperate. I moan into the velvet arm rest, feeling every vein, every ridge, every contour of his beautiful cock. His rhythm never falters, each thrust delivering shockwaves of ecstasy. I can barely hold myself up, my body shaking with the intensity, but I don’t want him to stop.

He’s everywhere—in my pussy, over my back, in my spirit. I’m lost in Benito Montesano, and it’s exactly where I need to be.

As his body tenses, his thrusts grow more erratic. “You’ll never leave me,” he growls, his fingers moving faster over my clit. “Say it.”

“I’ll never leave you,” I cry from the depths of my soul.

Just as he rewards me with a second orgasm, his body shudders with release. He stays deep inside me, releasing spurts and spurts of hot cum. His forehead rests against my back, his breath hot on my skin as he shivers through his climax.

My pussy clamps and spasms around his twitching shaft, milking his release. His fingers slow their circles before he finally drops his hand.

“I want us to work, too,” he finally says with a sigh.