Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Anastasia
H e grabbed my face and smashed our lips together.
Fireworks .
That was what it felt like every time my lips connected with his. I always felt so alive. Our mouths moved in perfect sync. It was a dance that we had not done a lot of, but the steps were so familiar to us that we simply just fell into it.
His tongue moved against mine, coaxing me to fall into him deeper.
Fire. Every inch of my body was scorched by the burning flames of this man, and I kept getting lost in him. I never wanted to be found again. He was everything and more. I didn't care about anything else aside from him. He consumed me like a black hole.
His hands moved up and down the length of my body, feeling every inch and curve as if he was feeling me for the first time. Never in my life had I felt so adored.
But I didn't want this gentle and sweet stuff that he was doing. I wanted him to ravage me and to defile me the way that I knew he was capable of.
I ripped my lips from his. His eyes were laden with lust and passion, his irises dilated from the sheer passion.
“I want you to fuck me, Valerio. Don’t hold me like I'm made of porcelain. Make me feel like a woman, your woman .”
For tonight, I would be his for tonight.
His eyes darkened. “I won’t.”
“What?”
“Stop it.” He grabbed my face in both his large hands. “I can see where your mind is taking you, and trust me when I tell you this, cielo , you are sexy as fuck. Every time I’m near you I have to hold myself back. All I have ever wanted was to ravage your body. To feel your soft skin against my calloused palms. To feel you, taste you… adore you.” He drew his face closer to mine, but only enough so I could feel his hot breath fanning my face.
“I won't fuck you, Anastasia. I fuck whores and prostitutes because that is what they are worth to me. A cheap and meaningless fuck. But I will not and will never fuck you. Your body deserves to be adored and worshiped like the goddess you are. I don't know how many men have touched this body before me. From this moment on, this body belongs to me and me alone. I will worship every inch of skin you allow me to touch, and I will claim it as mine. I want you to feel me right down to the marrow of your bones. I don't want to dominate you the way I did those women. Understand?”
His lips brushed against mine gently, sending electrical currents throughout my body.
“I said,” his hand came down hard on my ass sending a rippling wave of pleasure through my body, “Understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed my response. My body melted into his, wanting to have every inch of my skin against his.
Our mouths found each other again, colliding like two opposing forces. Teeth against teeth, our lips moving to the rhythm of the dance that only we knew the steps to.
Layer by layer, we clawed at the clothes that kept us apart. There was a feral kind of hunger that could only be described as bloodlust. We had been playing this little push-and-pull game for so long, but the time had finally come for us to come undone.
We stood there in the middle of my room, chest to chest, bare naked and exposed.
We had been waiting for this moment since we first locked eyes in that gala room. There had been that invisible tether that had always drawn us to each other.
He smashed our lips back together again, and this time, he lifted me into his arms and walked us to what I presumed to be the bed. My mind was too preoccupied to even care. All I cared about was his body against mine and his cock inside of me.
He laid me down on the bed and aligned himself between my legs. Never once did his lips leave mine. It was only when I felt his hands reach between us and his fingers tickle my clit that I pull away from him with a gasp. My back lifted off the mattress, but he pushed me back down with his body weight. His lips peppered hot wet kisses up and down my neck.
“Oh my God…” I moaned into the room. “Fuck.”
He worked me until I was putty in his hands. He pulled his hand away and used his knees to pull my legs further apart, allowing him more access to my pussy. He moved his tip up and down my slick folds. My lips throbbed with anticipation.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to my lips. They molded against each other perfectly, and my entire body came to life again.
I could not believe that I had been denying myself the pleasure of having him. I never wanted to forget this feeling. I wanted to commit it to memory. I never wanted this to end.
We pulled apart to stare into each other's eyes. The magnetic current that moved between us could only be described as out of this world. It was this force that I couldn't quite put into words.
His arms shook as he tried to strain himself to not crush me under his weight. I placed my hand on his forearm and tilted my head to the side to observe him for a moment.
Red cheeks, sweat beading the forehead, and the baby hairs clinging to his skin from the heat. His eyes darkened with lust and passion, an animalistic kind of stare in his irises that left me yearning and calling for more.
“You look beautiful.” The sweet confession left my lips.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine for a few seconds before he pulled away. “I’ve never heard that one before.”
“You are.” I meant every single word. I had no idea where this boldness was coming from, but I wanted him to know. I needed him to feel what I was feeling.
He moved up and down my arousal, taking me in with his eyes. Everywhere his gaze found me, my skin heated. I wanted to bury myself in this man. His touch ignited me, and his stare burned me in the most beautiful and vicious way possible.
“I want you inside of me.” I needed to feel him. I had already felt his fingers and then his mouth. Now, I wanted his length to move inside me and take me to new heights. I wanted him to touch me in ways that I had never been touched in my life. “I need you inside of me, please.”
“You never have to ask me,” he said before he began to press into me. “I am yours, cielo . You can have me whenever you please.”
He was big, so big that I felt my walls stretch wide. I squeezed my eyes shut as my body took him inch by pleasure-filled inch.
“You can take me, baby. You were made for me,” he whispered into my ear. His hot breath fanned the back of my neck and sent shivers down my spine.
Oh my…
I felt him push forward. His cock pierced through me until he hit the very back of my walls. Then he stilled inside of me, waiting for me to adjust to his size.
I breathed heavily, trying to take in as much air as I could. He brushed the stray strands from my face and breathed.
“You okay?”
“You feel…” I didn't have the words to describe it. This man was like every sweet melody and beautiful lyric that existed in the world. “... amazing.”
“You were made for me, Ana. There is no other person on this Earth that fits me more than you.”
That's when I felt those three little words try to bubble out of my chest. I pressed them all the way down out of sheer shock that I would even think such things.
This was just sex. That was all it was and all it could ever be. I was engaged, and my brother would never approve.
“Move,” I ordered.
“Are you sure?”
“Valerio, I didn't let you pry my legs open for you to just sit there buried in my pussy. Move.” I didn’t know what came over me. My walls were contracting on their own, and my clit longed for any kind of stimulation.
“Bossy, aren't we?” he smirked, his eyes glistening with mischief, but he did as I requested. He pulled out of me and with one fluid motion, he plunged into me with a roughness that bordered between pleasure and pain. It was a different kind of feeling that left me excited and expectant for more.
“ Ah !” I moaned when he repeated the action. He pulled out of me and plunged into me with such force that I surged backward into the headboard of my bed. “Fuck, you feel amazing. You feel…” He leaned down and buried his nose into the crook of my neck. “… like heaven.”
“I’m made of sin, cielo .” He ground his length into my pussy, and I felt him everywhere. There was not an inch of my body where I did not feel this man. “Mine.”
And his actions proved the words to be true. He was fucking me hard and right. He was using his cock in such a way that my body would never forget him. He would mark me and ruin me for any other man that followed him.
He picked up his pace, and his cock hit the walls inside my pussy, only making me inch closer to the edge far quicker than I would have desired. My legs wound around his waist, and his arm came behind my waist and lifted me ever so slightly to allow him to go deeper inside of me.
“ Ah .”
“ Fuck .” The word ripped from his chest and filled the room. It was an animalistic kind of sound, that tore me apart in a way that I could only describe as earth-shattering.
He destroyed the very foundation I stood on. The hard concrete I had set in stone cracked under the pressure of his assaults on my pussy.
All the worries of the outside world vanished. I was no longer the good little sister who abided by the laws of the Mafia world to appease my brother and keep the order in the land.
Tonight, I was simply a woman who wanted to feel the man that she had been craving for weeks on end in her pussy.
“Valerio…” My body went slick with moisture as he worked it like never before. “I don't think I can take any more.”
“You can.” He unwound one of my legs and pulled it back so that it rested on his shoulder. “I knew you were flexible. Shall we try the other?”
He removed my other leg from his waist and placed it on his shoulder.
“Good God,” I breathed into my room. Thankfully we were on the other side of the house, otherwise everyone would have heard me by now. “You… fuck… me.”
“Your wish is my command.” He struggled to talk as he plunged in and out of me with so much force that it left my entire body reeling. “Fuck, baby.”
“Fuck!” My body bucked upward as the orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave. My vision blurred with white streaks coming into my eyes as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. I had never felt so alive in my entire life.
My walls squeezed him and grabbed him so we both fell over the edge together. He let out the most monstrous roar that bounced off the walls of my room.
Fuck .
I loved hearing him come undone underneath me the way that he did. I loved the fact that I was able to get him to that point. The man was always so controlled and precise about the things that he did, I loved seeing him unravel.
Valerio pulled out of me and plopped himself beside me. But instead of pulling away and making a swift getaway like I had expected, he pulled me to his body and sighed in content. I felt his body mold itself into the mattress as he relaxed.
I lifted my head from his chest, my core still reeling from the assaults he had performed on my pussy. “What are you doing?”
His eyes locked in with mine. “A man needs to recuperate before he goes again, cielo . Did you expect me to be some kind of machine? I am normally the kind of man who can fuck until his dick falls off, but you wore me out, cielo . I need to rest.”
I huffed in amusement. “Are you serious?”
“Did you really think I would only have you once, Anastasia? The night is young, and my hunger for you hasn't quelled yet.”
His words should have scared me. They should have run loud alarm bells in my head, but instead, they warmed the coldest and most vulnerable parts of my soul.
This was bad. This was really, really bad. But for some reason, I could not bring myself to care. All I could think about was the fact that I wanted him again. My pussy was still throbbing and a little sore from our first round, but I was sure that, with some rest, I would be able to find the strength to go again.
I was in trouble. The line that I had told myself we could not cross had been crossed, and now there was no going back. I knew that the regret would flood in tomorrow, but for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to care. All I wanted to focus on at this moment was him and me. The rest of the world could wait until morning, but for now, I just wanted to live in him, in this moment, in us.
But once that sun came up tomorrow morning, there would be a whole new mess I would need to address. I only hoped that in the end, we would both be able to walk away with as little damage as possible.
I already knew that that was a lost hope. What followed after this could only be described as pure and utter destruction.