Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
A lejandro
There was no sense in questioning what the hell I was doing any longer.
It was obvious I was just winging it, enjoying whatever I wanted when it felt right. Including fucking her.
Again.
The only difference now was that she was legally my wife. There should be nothing taboo about what we were doing.
Except there was.
Everything about fucking her should be considered forbidden. I’d intended on remaining aloof. Yeah, I witnessed what little control I had around her. The worst part was that I should feel guilty on two levels. Both included lying. One to a friend and the other to a woman I’d asked to trust me.
I didn’t feel that way at all. Touching her. Tasting her. Fucking her. All of it felt right. Maybe I was just a selfish prick. This was what some would call having my cake and eating it too. Literally.
Others would call it a perk and encourage me to lose myself in the moment as I planned on doing with burying my cock deep inside the woman.
However, I didn’t need to remind myself this might be passion, but there were no emotions involved. People could fuck without giving a shit about the other. With Carmella’s thighs pressed against mine, I took two strides and slammed her back against the wall. I could easily fuck her anywhere and planned on doing so.
Any time I wanted.
She gasped then laughed, her bound arms preventing her from clawing my back or clinging to me. She’d soon learn I’d never allow her to drop. I was still a gentleman after all. No matter how much I appeared as a savage.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“What do you think, Firesong? Taking what was just signed over to me.” I sensed the reminder both irritated and excited her. Maybe that’s why I’d reminded her of my control more than once. Although she did need to learn only one person could be in charge and that person was me.
I arched my back, able to wrap one hand around my cock and place the tip against her slickened pussy. When I slammed the hand against the wall, she jumped, moaning as I thrust the entire length of my cock inside. I wasn’t unlike any other man who longed to have his name screamed by the woman he was fucking.
Only it wouldn’t be my name she was shouting.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. I pulled almost all the way out, pushing my hips forward almost to an awkward angle before plunging into her again. The way she continuously stared at me was unnerving, but I’d likely made her the same with my continued act of domination.
We were pushing each other’s buttons, but I wasn’t certain either one of us cared. This was really all about foreplay.
The dangerous kind.
She dug her knees into me more than before, clamoring to grip my shoulder. When she managed to dig her long nails into my skin, I hoped she’d leave marks. Just like I was going to do with her.
The taste of her had already become irresistible. Even her expressions, including when she was furious with me, were adorable.
I hammered into her, the force pushing breath from her lungs and jarring pictures on the wall. It didn’t matter to me in the least. I was eager to fill her with my seed as some barbaric act of claiming possession.
Her pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, pulling me in even deeper. She was so goddamn wet, her body so hot that every inch of me was on fire. I could easily spend the entire night fucking her, allowing her to experience the full realm of pleasure.
If only there weren’t obligations to follow. Yeah, like she’d said, they could fuck themselves for now.
The entire lower half of my body ached, the muscles in my thighs so tight they could rip like drums if I wasn’t careful. And the ache in my balls was enough for me to grit my teeth.
She wiggled in my hold, her panting turning into ragged moans. There was something even more beautiful about a woman who could let go and just fuck for the sake of fucking.
I could hold off for a long time if necessary and I craved watching her coming on my cock. There was something sublime about both acts, knowing that I was the one who caused the intense reaction.
As I continued pumping into her, she turned her head from side to side, her mouth pursed open. I thought about kissing her soft lips all over again, but reminded myself this was a carnal act and nothing more.
Fulfilling a need.
Taming a lioness.
“Oh, you’re… This is…” Carmella laughed at herself for being unable to finish a sentence. She cinched her eyes shut, bucking forward as an orgasm drifted closer and closer. I pushed her buttons even more, fucking her like a wild animal.
With every brutal thud against the wall, she moaned in time to the beat. When her body stiffened, I pulled almost all the way out again, tormenting her to the point she was eager to beg.
“Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking… stop. I’m close to… Oh, God.”
I thrust into her again. And again. Within seconds, her body responded and she almost crushed my neck between her arms as a climax tore through her.
My cock was throbbing to the point of anguish, but I wasn’t finished with her yet. As soon as she came down from the rafters, I pushed off the wall, cradling her against me as I headed toward the long dining room table.
There was a slight risk with what I had planned, but with the area continually swept by my men, I doubted there was anyone sitting on a boat in the distant harbor waiting for the opportunity to use a long-range rifle.
“What… What are you doing?”
“I’m clearing the table so I can continue fucking you.” There was a lovely vase of fresh flowers, and pamphlets highlighting activities and restaurants in the area. With a single sweep of my hand, they were pitched against the wall under the bay window.
“Oh, you are bad. Oh, so bad.” She laughed, her doe eyes larger than normal.
“I’ll buy you more flowers.”
“With thorns?”
“Absolutely.” I dropped her feet to the floor, immediately spinning her around and bending her at the waist. I kicked her legs wide apart before pressing my full body weight against hers. I kept her arms over her head and slowly fingered the silk bindings.
She certainly didn’t seem to mind being tied up by a virtual stranger.
“Has my sweet Firesong been fucked in the ass before?”
Her forceful wiggling was met by a breathless whisper. “Yes. The bastard wasn’t gentle.”
“Relax, my wife. I promise you that as rough as you think I am, I’ll never hurt you.” I pulled away, brushing the tips of my fingers down her spine. She was even more beautiful in the glow of the rising room. There was something quite sinful about fucking her in front of three separate windows overlooking a marina and several restaurants.
How decadent indeed.
I caressed her back, hoping to ease the tension. But after running a finger down the crack of her ass, I couldn’t resist snapping my hand against her bottom.
She pushed up from the table. “Ouch. What was that for?”
“For general disobedience.”
“Very funny.”
“Who said I was kidding?”
Every soft moan emitted from her lush lips, every slushing sound my cock made when fucking her was such tantalizing music. I wasn’t the kind of guy to think that way, but fucking her was a sheer delight. Maybe I should consider it a perk.
I cracked my hand on her bottom again and she kicked out. I repeated the move three times in rapid succession and she moaned, shifting her hips back and forth. She was begging me to continue.
I had no issue complying with her wish, smacking her bottom long and hard while I thought about the night in the garden. I’d shocked the hell out of her.
Little did anyone know that I’d shocked myself as well.
“Harder,” she murmured and I strained to hear her correctly. Maybe I should have grabbed my belt.
Next time.
For now, my cock was too greedy and eager to return to her wetness. But I had no issue bringing my palm down several times, covering her ass cheeks. I longed to see my handprint as a design, a reminder when she glanced into the mirror that she belonged to me.
She panted as I spanked her harder and harder. I wanted her to wear my marks for days, but her growing wetness wasn’t something I could ignore for long.
I leaned to her ear, whispering, “Ten more, and you will feel these.”
As she moaned, I straightened and gripped her hip with my free arm. I brought my hand down harshly on her glowing ass again and again, her gasps the sweetest reward.
As soon as I was finished, I pressed my hand between her legs.
“Oh, fuck me,” she whispered in a throaty voice.
“Trust me, Firesong. I will. I’m not finished yet. I’ll let you know when I am.” As I slipped my fingers past her swollen folds, she arched her back, her long fingers digging into the table’s surface.
With her head turned slightly, I was able to catch her heated expression. Just the way her eyelids were fluttering, her long lashes skimming her rosy cheeks could keep me enthralled for hours.
But the feel of her muscles clamping around my fingers kept my rapt attention. I added a third, flexing them open as I slid in and out. Every movement was methodical, slow and easy. At least at first. There was something exciting about the way my hunger continued to increase, expanding tenfold with every passing second.
I was barely breathing and when I did, it was labored. My vision was fuzzy, which I found most surprising of all. No woman had enthralled me in my life.
Except for one.
That had been a lifetime ago, the memories belonging to a different man. Carmella wiggled as I finger-fucked her, finally settling down so her face was pressed against the table.
“So wet for me. Aren’t you? So damn hot.” I could barely say the words. The sound was husky, primal in every way.
My cock continued to throb, my balls so damn tight my pulse raced. I slowed my pace, rolling my fingers around the tight nub of her clit.
Her muscles tensed when I thrust all four fingers inside. I could tell she was close to another orgasm. There was nothing as beautiful as watching a woman succumbing to pleasure. My eyes remained locked on her as I shifted my hand, pushing my thumb against her dark hole.
She sucked in her breath in anticipation, stretching out her arms and grasping the edges of the table. I was careful and slow as I drove my thumb inside. As expected, her hole was tight, so much so I had to wiggle the thick digit before driving it in a full inch.
“Shit!” Carmella laughed, throwing back one arm as her body began to shake.
“Relax, sweet Firesong. Slow and easy. Remember?” I wasn’t in the business of hurting women. The one thing I’d made clear to Don Santorelli and all those I worked with was that unless a woman came at me with a loaded weapon, I would never hurt or kill her. Unless there was no other choice.
So far, there hadn’t been. While women were just as cunning if not more so than men, if a female assassin wanted anyone dead, you never saw her coming. Carmella was just the opposite, a healer, a lover of all creatures.
And here she was forced into marriage to a man she was determined to hate.
I held my breath as I pumped my thumb in and out, enthralled by every action she took, every moan issued from deep within her core.
When she jerked up again, every muscle in her body flinching, I pumped harder and faster. A climax rolled through her and I became a true savage, thrusting harder, brutally to the point I was certain I was hurting her.
She didn’t seem to care, meeting every hard thrust while her lips twisted in rapture and frustration. Still transfixed, I allowed the moment to continue until she slowly eased back down, now taking gasping breaths.
My God, the woman was so damn beautiful, I was lost in the vision for a few seconds. When the tip of my cock hit the underside of the table, I almost laughed.
The built-up desire refused to wait any longer.
I wasn’t gentle when I replaced my fingers with my cock, pumping deep and hard for thirty seconds. When my shaft was fully slickened, I pulled out, immediately placing the tip to her asshole.
She didn’t make a single sound as I pushed in an inch at a time. I could tell she was uncomfortable and stopped moving to allow her muscles to become used to the wide girth. Once she was breathing easier, I refused to back down any longer, driving the remainder of my dick deep inside.
There was nothing like the feel of her walls contracting around my shaft. With every muscle in my body as tense as hers, I pumped long and hard. The moonlight captured my brief attention, the realization someone could be watching us driving a wave of utter possession deep inside.
I’d never felt like claiming anyone in my life. This wasn’t normal. Nor was it natural. She was little more than a stranger, a woman who had no business being in my life.
But she was embroiled in the ugly world and had been since birth. That was something I’d need to keep in mind.
Gasping, I threw back my head and roared as my balls swelled. There was no holding back with this woman.
Carmella slammed her hand on the table, jarring my senses, but there was nothing that would keep me from obtaining needed satisfaction. Her pants and roars only added to the intensity as my movements reached a fever pitch.
My body began to shake and within seconds, I erupted inside her tight, dark hole.
And nothing had ever felt as damn good in my life.