Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Vita
Will I let him save me?
From him?
From my employer?
From myself?
I stare blankly. He’s already a guy I can’t fuck and forget about. I’d be out of my mind to trust him.
“Save me? Are you planning my death by orgasm?”
I glide my right fingers up the outside of my thigh and move them toward my pussy. He snatches them away and holds my arm out to the side.
“Uh-uh, chica. I didn’t give you permission to touch any part of yourself. You may have answered my question with questions, but that’s still an answer.”
He releases my wrist to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of my thong. He fists it and pulls. When I take a step forward, his long legs cage me.
“Be a good chiquita and take off your panties.”
I open my mouth to refuse, but his dark eyes bore into me. Staring into the pools of whiskey is intoxicating.
Does he have mind control powers?
I want to obey more than my rational mind can insist this is beyond fucked-up.
“Remember what awaits you if you play along.”
I’m practically salivating at the idea that he’ll make me come.
I want to know how so badly that I’m biting my tongue to keep from asking.
I know he won’t tell me—at least, not the truth.
I make the most of it and shimmy the thong down my hips, teasing him as I do it.
Once it’s around my ankles, I step out of it and kick it behind me.
He lifts me to straddle his lap, my bent legs resting over his.
My shins press into his thighs, and my ankles cross just like my wrists.
“If only you’d given me a proper answer to my last question.”
His right hand lands across my ass even harder than the earlier spank.
“Ow!”
Fuck!
Fuck to the pain, and fuck to me reacting aloud.
I’m prepared for the second one, but I’m not ready when his hands work in tandem—one spanking me, and the other rubbing my clit.
“Care to give me a proper answer? Will you let me save you?”
“You can save me from death by edging.”
He chuckles, and the sound makes my pussy burn with an ache that began the night we met. My vibrator hasn’t done shit to help. I turned down Patrick’s offer to hook up. Tempting as it was because I knew he’d get me off more than once, it didn’t appeal to me. I only want Alejandro.
I must be clinically insane. Truly.
“Come on, Gisella—”
“Vittoria.”
“What?”
“My name’s Vittoria. It seems pointless to use an alias when you know what I am and why I’m here.”
“Sharing your real name makes me think you believe you’ll die today.”
I bark a laugh.
“Hardly. I’ll live to see another sunrise. Now that you’ve seen me up close and in good lighting, and you figured out my accent, you’ll discover who I am. No point in keeping up pretenses.”
“Then tell me who sent you. It’s better if it comes from you than finding out from the dark web.”
He’d stopped spanking me while we talked, but he didn’t stop rubbing my clit. It’s a steady circular motion that’s making me so wet I fear I’m dripping on his trousers.
“I don’t give information away for free.”
“I didn’t expect you to. I told you earlier that if you cooperate, I’ll give you orgasms all night.”
“That’s not the only currency I accept. I prefer dollars or euros.”
I try to shift off his lap, but he spanks me again. This time, it isn’t my ass. It’s my pussy. The slap lands, shooting a blaze of fire through my clit. The heel of his hand is firm as his fingers dip inside me to the first knuckle. I desperately want to come.
“Agree to my help, and I’ll make you come. Tell me who sent you, and I’ll make you come. Admit you’re ready to sell your soul to feel me inside you, and I’ll make you come.”
Each statement has an accompanying spanking across my ass. His index and middle fingers slide into me as his thumb returns to rubbing my clit.
“Answer my questions, and I’ll give you an orgasm—sir.”
“I’m not worried about getting off. I will when I fuck you, and I don’t have to tell you a damn thing to do it.”
He lifts me high against his ribs as he stands. He’s unfastening his belt and pants as his forearms support my weight. I wish he were naked, so I could see his raw strength through his rippling muscles.
“Let me go into the bathroom. I have condoms in my toiletry bag.”
“No need. Since running into you at the club, then at the gala, I’ve started going out prepared. I knew this day would come.”
“I need—”
“To find a way to drug me? How will you hide a syringe when you’re naked? I won’t drink anything you give me, so no powders or tablets to dissolve.”
He lays me down on the bed but doesn’t climb on with me. I’d wrapped my legs around him on instinct, even though I knew he wouldn’t drop me. He reaches back and unhooks my ankles.
“Vita, no means no. I won’t force you. If you want this to stop, it will.”
Vita?
I’ve been called Toria before but never Vita. I loathe Vitto and Vitti. One sounds like a man’s name, and the other sounds like an Italian greyhound’s name.
Here, Vitti, Vitti.
Fuck off.
“I don’t want this to stop. But I also don’t fuck without protection. I didn’t know you had any. I was being responsible.”
He turns his head a fraction and looks down at me as if to admonish me with “Don’t bother lying.”
He leans to his left and slides his hand under the pillow.
Instinct tells me to roll and reach for him, but he’s larger and faster than me.
He finds the knife I hid there when I arrived.
I don’t have housekeeping come in unless I must. I make my bed to look like they have, but I don’t want strangers around my stuff.
He stretches and flips away the farther pillow.
I let my eyes drift closed as I exhale. When I open them, he looks no more surprised to see the gun than he did the knife.
Occupational hazards I’m certain he’s used to.
He loosens his tie and lifts it over his head.
He moves to slide it over my eyes, but I use my heels on the edge of the mattress to push myself away.
“No.”
“Fine.”
He rests his fists next to my shoulders, and he climbs onto the bed, kneeling on his right leg.
His left sweeps over mine, pressing against it and sandwiching it between his.
I move slowly as I raise my hands to push off his suit coat.
He shifts his weight from one arm to another as I help him.
He tosses it on the end of the bed. His lips once more devour me as I unbutton his shirt.
It’s the promised land as my fingers travel from his waist up to his shoulders and down again as he nuzzles my neck.
I usually hate being licked, but it makes me purr when Alejandro trails his tongue from my jaw to my collarbone.
Being naked beneath him when he’s still clothed is about the hottest thing ever.
“What?!”
I’m wholly unprepared for his hands to wrap around my lower ribs and lift me to turn me on the bed, my head landing where a pillow was.
He climbs fully onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.
His left hand trails up my leg as his right forearm bears his weight.
When he gets to my hip, he lifts the hand from his bicep and kisses my knuckles before lacing his fingers with mine.
This is like something out of a steamy romantic movie. Way hotter than some choreographed porn.
He raises my hand over my head, shifting his weight to grasp the other one. I’m punch drunk as he kisses the opposite side of my neck from before, lavishing attention everywhere.
But it all comes crashing down.
Once he has both hands above my head, he snatches his tie from where he’d conveniently left it as he settled me onto the mattress, positioned exactly where he wanted.
His tie wraps around my wrists and tightens like a noose.
With a tug, he rolls me onto my belly and drags me to the edge of the bed.
He forces my head to hang off the edge as he uses his tie to fasten me to the drawer handle of the bedside table.
“What the fuck?!”
I’m saying it to him as much as I’m saying it to myself. How could I have lowered my guard enough to let this happen? How did I let him get the better of me so smoothly?
This was all a production to manipulate me into what he really wanted—access to my room and me out of the way. This shit is supposed to be the other way around! I’m the one who uses men for access and secrets.
I’m pissed at myself as much as I’m pissed at him.
My only consolation is I can see he’s still sporting the hard-on he’s had since he pulled me onto his lap the first time.
He didn’t lie when he said he’d edge me.
I’m as aroused as he is, but he definitely doesn’t appear to suffer the way I am.
Even with this shit he just pulled, I want to fuck him into next week.
You are a sad, sick, little bitch.
So what if I am?
“Vita, tell me what I want to know, and I don’t search your room. Don’t tell me, and I’ll tear it apart from your clothes to the fixtures. Decide.”
I shoot him a mutinous glare, straining my neck to twist my head to see him.
I roll my eyes and rest my head on my arm as he turns away from me.
He’s systematic, I’ll give him that. He moves to the far corner diagonally across from me, sweeping his hands over the wall.
He stands on the chair to reach the ceiling and squats to touch where the baseboards meet the carpet.
He goes around the entire room, pulling the armoire and dresser away from the wall. He practically pulls the headboard from the wall when he tries to examine the space behind it. He feels every inch of all the furniture, leaving nothing unnoticed.
He takes a risk when he slips his shoes off and shuffles over all the carpet he can reach.
Who knows what I could have left to spike his foot.
But I didn’t booby-trap the room since I hadn’t planned to let anyone else in.
He lifts out my clothes one piece at a time, checking every hem and every seam, turning pockets inside out.
He barely keeps from ripping the lining of my luggage.
He moves into the bathroom, and I can only hear him moving around. Undoubtedly, he’s as thorough in there as he was in the main part of the hotel room. I even hear him lift the lid off the toilet bowl and unscrew the showerhead. He returns to stand beside the bed.
“The only thing left, chiquita, is a cavity search.”
“I’ve never had a cavity in my life. I brush and floss.” I lift my head as I speak, radiating defiance.
“You didn’t mind my tongue inside your mouth, and I’m certain you wanted my fingers deeper in your pussy. My dick in your ass is my preferred way to search you.”
“You’re vile.”
“Says the woman here to kill me. I think I’m entitled to some shock factor when I’m facing my would-be executioner.”
If he weren’t saying it to intimidate me, I’d gladly accept the offer. Anal may not be my favorite, but I’m not opposed to it. I wouldn’t be opposed to most things with him. No extra taboo kinks, but we both know I enjoy him spanking and edging me. At least I did until twenty minutes ago.
“You found nothing. Let me go.”
“But I promised you you’d come all day and all night. I wouldn’t lie to you. Scouts honor.”
I snort.
“Since when is Berto short for Alejandro? And where’d your Southern accent go, sugar?”
I exaggerate the second sentence, making it sound as sweet as jasmine and mint julep on a hot summer day.
He unties me from the bedside table, but he doesn’t untie my wrists. At least he lets me lower my arms after he helps me roll onto my back. He props me up against the headboard. Strands from my wig stick to my lip. He’s careful as he lifts them off, then tucks hair behind my ears.
“I’ll let you loose long enough to take the horrendous wig off and pop out those contacts.”
“Why should I show you the real me?”
“Because I just let you see how I am.”
“Strategic? Manipulative? Arrogant?”
“Vita, I could’ve killed you a couple dozen times over since we met. I could’ve beaten you senseless and dropped your body in the worst part of the Bronx. Better yet, the East River. I could’ve bound and gagged you the moment we walked in here.”
“No. You used sex to manipulate me.”
“Like you didn’t do the same damn thing.
You believe I found nothing in the bathroom, but I did.
I found the insulin I’m certain isn’t yours.
No glucose monitor anywhere. It’s what you wanted when you claimed you had condoms—which we know I found in one of your purses, not the bathroom.
You would’ve told me you suddenly didn’t feel well and needed to give yourself a shot.
You would’ve banked on me checking on you or at least being close enough to surprise me.
You would’ve stuck the needle anywhere you could reach.
There are enough vials in there to put me in a coma.
Once I was disoriented and dizzy enough, you would’ve gone back for more and shot me up until I passed out.
Hell, that’s assuming it’s even insulin.
I’m inclined to think it’s some sedative and nerve blocker. ”
“That’s a lot of speculation.”
“Not when we both know I found your Taser. The one you had at the gala. The one you planned to use when you followed me out of the ballroom.”
“Again, speculation. I was with Patrick, but New York is a dangerous city. As you can imagine, I have enemies. I carry it for self-defense. Shooting bullets isn’t always inconspicuous.”
“Bullshit.”
We stare at each other as he sits beside me on the bed. I could’ve gotten out of the binding around my wrist while he searched my room, but the short-lived freedom would’ve been futile. I’m naked after all.
“I’ll ask you a third time. Will you let me save you?”