Chapter 384
“I don’t understand it, Renzo. How can he just listen to her and be manipulated by Rain when he doesn’t even remember her? What did that woman do to Alexander? Even without his memories, he’s still loyal to her!” Carla grumbled, pacing the room. Her frustration was palpable, her voice filled with bitterness. “That contract… shouldn’t he be back in my arms by now instead of announcing a marriage ceremony with her p>
Renzo remained silent, knowing better than to respond. He had learned that his place was to listen, not to speak. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips trailing down her body to distract her from her anger, his mouth teasing one of her hardened nipples.
Since the day they first slept together, Renzo had become Carla’s escape, her plaything. She called him whenever she needed an outlet for her frustration, using him to vent her emotions and satisfy her physical needs. And Renzo allowed it all… no, he embraced it.
He was hopelessly in love with her, consumed by an obsession that left him blind to her indifference. For years, he had worshipped her from afar, keeping his feelings hidden and his desires suppressed. Now that he had even a fragment of her, her body, if not her heart, it was enough for him.
Carla moaned softly as Renzo lavished attention on her, alternating between licking and sucking her sensitive peaks while his hands expertly tended to the rest of her. She arched her back, her body responding instinctively to his ministrations.
“Oh, yes… Ah, Xander, that feels so good,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut.
Renzo’s chest tightened at the name. She wasn’t thinking about him. She never was. In her mind, it was Alexander touching her, loving her. Yet Renzo didn’t stop. His obsession outweighed his pride, and the mere chance to be close to Carla was enough to push him forward.
She was intoxicating, and the pleasure of being with her, no matter the circumstances, overpowered his rationality. His lips traveled lower, kissing a trail down her abdomen until he reached the warmth between her thighs.
She was already drenched, but not because of him. Renzo knew Carla’s arousal stemmed from her fantasies of Alexander, not from his touch. Still, he didn’t falter. He spread her legs wider, resting them on his shoulders as he supported her hips with his hands.
His tongue explored her folds with deliberate precision, savoring the way her body trembled beneath him. He flicked his tongue over her swollen nub before sucking gently, earning a sharp gasp from her.
“Yes… just like that,” Carla breathed, her voice thick with pleasure. “Oh, Xander… take me. I’m all yours p>
Renzo’s heart ached at her words, but he buried the pain deep inside, focusing instead on giving her everything she craved. As he thrust his tongue deeper into her core, her cries grew louder, her body responding eagerly to his efforts.
In that moment, he let himself believe the lie… that her pleasure was for him, that her words were meant for him. And as she reached the peak of her ecstasy, calling out a name that wasn’t his, Renzo knew he would stay by her side, no matter how much it hurt.
As her cries grew louder, Renzo’s movements became more fervent, his desperation to prove his worth overtaking any shred of dignity he had left. For a fleeting moment, he imagined she might look down at him and see him, not Alexander.
But when her climax came, it was his rival’s name that escaped her lips. “Xander she moaned, her body trembling with release.
Renzo closed his eyes, swallowing the bitterness that rose in his throat. He had always known this would be his role in Carla’s life: the shadow in the background, willing to sacrifice everything for her, even as she used him to chase the ghost of someone else.
When it was over, Carla lay back, a satisfied smile on her face. “Thanks, Renzo,” she said casually, as though he had done nothing more than fetch her coffee. “You’re always so… reliable p>
Carla’s gaze dropped to Renzo’s hardened length, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. “We need to take care of that,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. Turning away, she positioned herself on all fours, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Take me from behind,” she commanded, glancing over her shoulder. “And make it raw. I want everything, don’t hold back. Release it all inside me p>
Renzo’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, her flawless form on full display. His heart pounded in his chest, and his obsession for her surged to new heights. With trembling hands, he lined himself up and pushed his length into her waiting core.
The sensation overwhelmed him, and he let out a guttural groan. Carla arched her back, meeting his thrusts with a satisfied moan. “God, your cock feels so good inside me,” she murmured, her voice sultry and breathless.
Renzo began moving, his pace quickening as her cries spurred him on. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a mix of desperation and raw passion.
“Yes, that’s it… just like that,” Carla gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her. “Ah, Xander! I’m so close… I’m going to cum again p>
Her words drove Renzo further into his frenzy, his grip tightening on her hips as he obeyed her every command. “When I cum, release everything,” she demanded, her voice breaking as her body neared its peak.
Renzo buried himself deeper, holding nothing back as he sought to fulfill her every desire, even if her cries were for someone else.
Carla’s body trembled violently as she reached her climax, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her back arching as wave after wave of release coursed through her.
Renzo gritted his teeth, his body responding to her every movement. He could feel her tightening around him, and the sensation was too much. His thrusts grew erratic as he chased his own release, his hands gripping her hips with a possessiveness that bordered on desperation.
“Carla… I’m close,” he growled, his voice hoarse and laden with need.
“Do it,” she commanded, her tone firm despite the lingering tremors of her climax. “Fill me up. Make me feel everything p>
With a final deep thrust, Renzo let himself go, his release spilling into her as his body shuddered. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he buried his face in her shoulder, struggling to catch his breath.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their labored breathing. Carla straightened herself, gently easing away from him, and stood with an air of nonchalance that made Renzo’s chest tighten.
She adjusted her robe, her expression unreadable as she moved toward the window. “Get dressed. I’ll call for you when I need you again,” she said, her voice detached.
As Renzo gathered his clothes, he tried to push down the ache in his chest. No matter how much he gave her, Carla’s heart belonged to someone else, someone who wasn’t even present in her life. Yet, like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t stay away.
Carla, meanwhile, stared out the window, her mind already shifting to her next plan. If she couldn’t have Alexander by love, she’d have him by strategy.