Chapter 6
Chapter Six
The walk to the bed were the longest and heaviest steps Siena had ever taken. Her insides were trembling, something it was taking everything she possessed to keep contained.
She’d never been naked in front of a man before. Not in the whole of her life.
Whatever happened, she must not show fear or panic.
She tried to blur Elio out, to turn him into a faceless blob. Maybe it would help if she could trick her mind into forgetting who he was.
The faceless blob put a finger to his lips in an unspoken command.
Locking her jaw together, she sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, unable to stop herself flinching at the lazy finger he trailed down her back.
She forced a breath, then twisted her body and lowered her head to place a kiss on his mouth.
As mad as she knew it was, the feel of Elio’s warm lips against hers eased a little of the internal tension.
His kisses were something her body enjoyed to the extent that if he said he wanted to spend the next hour doing nothing but kiss, she could switch her brain off and sink into the evocative sensations.
But all the kisses they’d shared to this point had come under conditions that were safe, when she knew kissing was all they would do.
Why she’d been able to trust him to keep his word during those kisses was something she doubted she would ever understand, and it didn’t even matter because there were no more promises to keep.
Either she did exactly what he wanted, or she risked losing everyone she loved and probably her own life, too.
His fingers knotted in her hair and lightly tugged her head back. His silver eyes pulsed. “Seduce me with your mouth,” he commanded huskily.
Only years of mastering her poker face stopped Siena’s fear from showing, and she lowered her mouth back to his before he could read it in her eyes.
She kissed Elio deeply, filling herself with his taste to fill her resolve. She just needed to get on and do it. No thinking.
But no matter how much she tried not to think, her brain refused to comply. She was expected to put the essence of his maleness in her mouth, a thought only marginally less terrifying than him being inside her.
Was there a universally agreed way to suck a man off?
Unlike most of her generation, Siena had rarely been exposed to porn.
After listening to her brothers talk about women in the most degrading ways possible and that horrible experience when she was fourteen, she’d set the filters on her phone to block all pornographic content.
She only knew the term blow job was a misnomer because an old school friend had been the first of their little gang to give one and couldn’t wait to inform them that there was no blowing involved.
Delaying the inevitable, she tentatively brushed her mouth across his jawline.
Her lips tingled at the sensation of his soft beard scratching against them.
When she reached the corner of his jaw, she pressed her lips into the side of his neck, just below his ear.
For as long as she lived, she would never understand how a man so monstrous could smell so good.
As she moved her mouth down the strong column of his throat, the fingers knotted in her hair loosened to lightly clasp her head, but he didn’t push her head down, simply rested his hand on her scalp as if content to let her kiss her way down his body.
Needing to steady herself, she hesitantly placed her hand on his side. His skin was warm.
Everything about him was warm, she thought as she slowly kissed her way to his chest. And strong. So strong. Pure muscle wrapped in flesh.
The lower she went, the more his scent coiled inside her and the more her senses stirred into life. His muscular chest was covered in fine black hair that tickled her sensitive lips, and when she found a flat, brown nipple, her tongue took on a life of its own and darted out to taste it.
A deep, throaty sound soaked into her ears, and for a split second, her fingers pressed into him.
Increasingly aware the tips of her breasts were a whisper away from brushing against his skin, she resisted the compulsion to press down on him. She didn’t want the monster to think she was getting anything out of this debasement.
But, shamefully, she was getting something out of it.
The lower her mouth travelled, now nibbling slowly along the line of hair leading to his navel, the harder it was to control her breathing.
Heat was pooling and bubbling low in her loins, a fizz building in her veins that no amount of telling herself that Elio was a monster could stop.
Something hard suddenly brushed against her jaw, and she sucked in a breath in immediate recognition of what that something was. Her lips had barely reached his belly button.
Her heart now racing at a gallop, she held her breath and put her mouth to it.
Over the roar of blood filling her head, she heard him suck in his own breath.
Swallowing to clear her constricted throat, Siena carefully parted her lips over the almost glassy, warm hardness. The hair around his navel brushed her cheek.
“I know I said to seduce me with your mouth, but for this you need to use your hand too,” he said, his voice a strange husky mixture of amusement and seduction.
Now unable to even feel the beats of her thrashing heart, she skimmed her hand over the smooth skin of his abdomen until she reached his hard length. Not giving herself time to think, she wrapped her fingers around it. Tried. It was too thick for her to wrap them fully around.
She didn’t know what she’d expected to feel, but it wasn’t this. This was as smooth as the rest of his skin, but as hard as living rock, as if something were breathing inside it.
His fingers slipped out of her hair and reached down to cover her hand. Squeezing it, he moved her hand up and down his length, showing her what he liked. “Now suck it,” he said hoarsely, releasing her hand and diving his fingers back into her hair.
Still holding him tightly, Siena took more of him into her mouth and then a little more before drawing her lips back up. Moisture had filled her mouth, and when she dipped her head back over his length, her saliva covered him. He groaned. “That’s it, princess. Get it wet.”
Slowly, her confidence in what she was doing grew, and she adjusted her position a little, angling her head right over his length so she could manipulate him more easily with her hand and her mouth, working them in tandem.
Elio’s throaty groans of pleasure landed in her ears like a caress.
Incredibly, she could feel her own arousal growing, a hot, pulsing sensation building in intensity deep between her legs, and she’d almost relaxed into what she was doing when he tugged at her hair and muttered, “I want you to fuck me now, princess.”
She squeezed her eyes shut a moment before moving her mouth and fingers off him.
She could do this, she told herself as she flattened her hands on his chest and slipped her thigh over him.
Having Elio in her mouth hadn’t been as awful as she’d anticipated – the opposite.
As shameful as it was to admit, pleasuring him with her hand and mouth had turned her on.
If she kept herself in the relaxed state her body had fallen into, there was no reason not to think she…
Hands gripped her waist and lifted her, just as they’d done in her office, but this time there was no clothing to act as a barrier against his thick length pressing the opening of her sex.
The moment she felt the head penetrate her folds, panic gripped her afresh, and she caught his stare.
Her fingers reflexively dug into his chest.
His silver eyes were dark with arousal. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you?” he whispered knowingly, his fingers biting into her flesh. “I can feel how wet and swollen you are.”
And she could feel it too, but it wasn’t enough because in the next breath, he’d thrust his hips up and she felt a searing pain as he drove his huge length inside her.
Elio knew even before Siena cried out that something was wrong. There had been an instant of unexpected resistance as he’d thrust himself inside her tightness, but it was her cry that really froze his blood. It was a cry of pain, not pleasure.
His heart suddenly thundering, he stared at her beautiful face, taking in the tightness of her mouth and the fear in her eyes. The horror at what the tightness and her cry represented was nothing on the horror at the recognition that her fear was of him.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he said starkly.
She closed her eyes and visibly swallowed. “Of course I have.”
If her chin wasn’t wobbling and her body trembling so hard, he might just have believed her.
“Siena, look at me.”
But her eyes remained closed, her jaw clenched. The inner muscles clamped around his deflating cock felt like they were clenched, too.
“I said look at me.”
Her features contorted before her eyes opened. They were shining with unshed tears.
“You’re a virgin.”
She shook her head frantically.
“Don’t lie to me.” Anger rising, he lifted her off him and twisted her onto her back, pinning her wrists at the sides of her face and trapping her beneath him so he could look more closely at her. “You’re a virgin. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
Something new flashed on her face, but before he could discern what it was, her neck lifted and her forehead slammed into his.
“What the fuck?” he roared, rearing back as an unexpected blinding pain gripped him. The second he loosened his hold on her wrists, she’d wriggled out from under him and rolled onto her stomach.
Scrambling away, she made it to the edge of the bed before he realised what she was doing and lunged for her, but he wasn’t quick enough.
In her desperation to get away from him, she fell off the bed with a loud crash.
She was on her feet before he’d even had time to register the fall, then racing across the room to the door.