Chapter Four
ORAZIO
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In the past, he’d always thought this particular elevator was slow. Because of work or family issues, he was always in a rush to get where he needed to be. Therefore, he avoided this elevator as much as possible.
Tonight, it had been the closest top-floor elevator to him and Monique, which was the only reason he’d taken it. Now that he was on it, he was thankful for its slowness. He needed a moment to regain his composure.
Monique took a deep breath and released it slowly. His gaze dropped to her chest. Everything about this woman was perfect.
“You never told me where this elevator takes us,” she whispered.
“You never told me the name you’ve been calling me in your head,” he countered.
“Oh, right. Hey, eyes up here, mister.”
Smiling, he obeyed. She frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Raz asked.
“When you were staring at my, um, breasts, you had a captivated expression on your face.”
“Did I? Did you not like it?”
“That’s not it. It’s just... When you stared into my eyes, that look didn’t leave. You still look captivated.”
“That’s because every part of you captivates me.”
“Really?” She cocked her head to the side.
“You don’t believe me?” Raz questioned.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I don’t know.”
Had her ex broken her confidence down so severely that she didn’t see how beautiful she was?
“You captivate me, Monique Rose. Before we go any further, I need you to understand that. Every part of you captivates me.”
He didn’t think he’d ever been this captivated before. He didn’t know if this feeling was good or bad.
“You captivate me also. But you still haven’t told me where T takes us.”
She gifted him a slight smile. He chuckled. She was still on that.
“And you still haven’t told me what you call me in your head,” he countered.
“Since you’re being stubborn,” Monique huffed. “I’ll go first. Before my friends told me your name, in my mind, I was calling you Sin.”
Sin. That was a fitting name, especially since every time he stared at her, he thought of over a dozen ways they could sin together.
“Your turn,” she whispered. “Wait. Let me guess. Does the T stand for top floor?”
“Good guess. But no. T takes you to the top floor. But that’s not what it stands for. The E button also takes you to the top floor.”
“Oh,” she whispered, mouth forming the perfect circle.
Maybe it was her full, glossy lips that did it, or perhaps it was the perfect circle her mouth formed when she let out that almost breathless reply. He didn’t know. But when she said oh , all he could think was that if she opened her mouth wider, he’d be able to slide his cock inside.
Though his hands were in his pockets, he still balled them into fists and prayed for another layer of patience. As usual, his prayers weren’t answered. He watched her lick her lips. Damn . Her name should be Sin . Not his. Even her most innocent actions seemed sinful. Would he be able to handle it when she turned naughty?
“So, what does that T stand for?” she asked.
“Terrace. We’re going to the Skye Terrace.”
“Oh.”
There she goes again. Tempting him.
“Don’t do that,” he warned her, voice low as the elevator rose slowly to its destination.
“Do what?”
How could he explain that when she said, oh , it aroused him?
“Don’t say oh ,” he told her.
“Why?”
He removed one hand from his pocket and placed it on the wall as he peered down at her.
“Because I said so,” he challenged.
“What happens if I don’t do as you say?”
“I’ll have to spank you.”
Her eyes dropped to his chest, but only briefly. She slowly swept her gaze back up to his. For a moment, she just stared at him. She was naughty but not naughty enough to accept the challenge. He started to lower his hand but paused when she whispered...
“ Oh .”
Challenge accepted. Before she could blink, he gripped her waist and spun her around until she was facing the wall, and her ass was facing him.
“Naughty girls get spanked,” he whispered in her ear.
“I...” she started.
She was shocked silent when Orazio smacked her ass. The way that ass jiggled had his cock straining against his boxers. His imagination hadn’t been creative enough. The fantasy he’d envisioned wasn’t shit compared to the real thing. He could feel the vibrations of it as it shook. Before he could help himself, he smacked her ass again.
Damn . He wanted to put his lips on that ass, his tongue, his cock. His gaze was drawn to hers when he heard her moan. To his surprise, she was staring back at him, watching him spank her. The intense look of lust in her eyes had his cock throbbing.
“Oh,” she whispered again.
Orazio smiled. His naughty girl was a repeat offender. This required more than a spanking. The doors opened behind him. It was time to take this to his bedroom. And he would do that as soon as her brown gaze ceased holding him captive. He couldn’t look away. Her eyes held him entranced as the elevator’s automated voice told them to exit.
Elevator doors open. Please exit the elevator. Elevator doors open. Please exit the elevator.
Both ignoring the automated voice, they continued staring into each other’s eyes. This woman was dangerous. He’d find himself falling for more than her curves if he wasn’t careful. Pull back, Raz, he told himself. Slow down and focus on what you’re good at: pleasure.
He squeezed her ass gently before inching his hand upward. Every curve he caressed was burned into his memory as his hand made its way up to her neck. He gripped the back of her neck, then leaned closer to her. His rock-hard cock pressed against her ass.
They both groaned at the contact. His Rose’s eyes closed briefly. That slight movement let him know it had been a long time since her body had been loved. Considering who her ex- husband was, there was a chance her body had never been fucked the way it should be.
By the time they fell asleep, she would know what it felt like to be fucked properly. She would know just how good her pussy could feel when the right dick was in it. His thumb caressed her neck as the elevator continued to tell them to exit. She licked her lips. His cock throbbed. Her eyes widened.
“I felt that,” she whispered, looking surprised.
“Are you ready to feel more?” he asked and waited for her to say yes.
Instead of answering, she attempted to turn around and face him but was unable to do so because he was gripping the back of her neck. Her long eyelashes swept downward before she returned her gaze to his.
“May I turn around?” she asked politely.
However, the wicked glint in her eyes promised something sinful would follow if his answer was yes.
“Yes,” he whispered, taking half a step back, giving her room to maneuver while still not moving too far away from her.
Now facing him, her gaze briefly dropped to the tent in his pants before she whispered, “You spanked me. I think I should be able to return the favor.”
Orazio chuckled. “You want to spank me?” Not happening.
“Yes,” she replied.
“I’ve never been spanked. Not even by my parents.”
“Is that a yes or no?” She lifted her chin, challenging him, daring him.
This was one dare he had no intention of taking up.
“I’m afraid I won’t find having my ass spanked arousing,” Raz confessed.
His little rose cocked her head to the side. “Who said anything about spanking your ass?”
She placed her hand against his length, causing a shudder to wrack his body. Did that mean she wanted to spank his...
“Yes or no?” she asked again.
“Yes,” he found himself agreeing, needing to see where this was going.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Damn, her sultry voice made the sweetest words sound sinful as hell. He opened his mouth to tell her that. Words became impossible when she gently squeezed his cock through his pants. His hands moved to the wall, caging her in. But that wasn’t their purpose.
They were there to hold him up. How could one slight touch damn near bring him to his knees? He’d had more done to him by women with more experience. Yet, none had aroused him as much as the rose before him.
Bracing himself against the wall, he watched her fingertips trail along his cock. It was a struggle, but he resisted the urge to pull it out so she could touch the real thing. He was aching to feel her velvet-soft touch against his heated flesh.
Gritting his teeth, he told himself to be patient for now. He wanted his rose to be comfortable with him so that when he finally took control, she’d be able to relax and trust him with her sexy body. Until then, he’d endure the sweet torture of her naughty explorations.
Her fingertips danced along the length of his cock until she reached the tip. When she lifted her hand from his rod, he nearly groaned. What she did next surprised him. His rose tapped his cock twice.
Raz chuckled. “Is that the spanking you promised?”
She nodded without looking up. “I want to try it without clothes separating my hand from your cock,” she whispered.
He wanted her hand on his bare cock too. “What do you want me to do?” he groaned.
“Nothing. I’ve got this.”
She inched her dress up a bit before sinking to her knees in front of him. Raz balled his hands into fists but didn’t remove them from the wall. Monique’s fingers fumbled with the button of his pants.
He wanted to rip the damn button off and free his cock for her. Yet, he dared not move, speak, or breathe, fearing she’d stop what she was doing. After a couple of tries, she finally got the button undone.
Seconds later, his cock sprang forth, hard, proud, ready. Her hand wrapped around him. He released the breath he’d been holding and waited to see what she’d do next. His rose leaned forward until her mouth was inches from his tip.
Then she ran her tongue across her lips so slowly that he found himself leaning forward, bringing himself closer to her mouth.
Stroking his length, she told him, “You’re bigger than I imagined.”
“You’re bolder than I imagined,” he confessed.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Show me.”
“Be patient. There’s so much I want to do to you. But I plan to take my time,” she whispered.
“I don’t think I can be patient much longer,” he groaned when she increased the speed of her strokes.
“Do you want your cock in my mouth?” she asked.
“Yes, Rose.”
“Do you want me to suck it hard and fast?” she whispered.
“Fuck yes, Rose.” His cock throbbed against her palm as if it was shaking her hand to seal the deal.
“Do you want me to swallow your cum and don’t miss a drop?”
A bead of pre-cum emerged from his tip, answering her question before he could.
“Yes,” he growled, sounding more like an animal than a man.
Her grip tightened around his cock as she whispered, “I promise to do all that and more to you, Orazio Cattaneo. First, you have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” he vowed.
“Say, please.”
The word spilled from his lips before he could stop it. “Please, Rose,” he whispered.
A radiant smile streaked across her beautiful face when she looked up at him.
“I won,” she boasted.
Won? What? Oh. Damn. The bet! Eyes on his, her tongue darted out and caressed the tip of his cock. His entire body jerked. He forgot all about the dare and winning. All he could think about was fucking her mouth. Her lips wrapped around his cock. Her mouth sank down on his length, taking him deep.
She pulled back and took him in deep again. His entire body tensed when he felt her hand on his balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze as her tongue flicked over his tip. His eyes snapped shut as her mouth and hand damn near brought him to his knees. She gagged before pulling back.
“So big,” she whispered almost breathlessly before sucking him in again.
Gritting his teeth, Orazio prayed for patience. He couldn’t cum before he had a chance to feast on her sweet pussy. He had to hold out. But her mouth felt so damn good. His body jerked when she took him in even deeper, testing her limits.
When she pulled back, she whispered, “I think I can do better than that.”
She sank her mouth onto him again, and before he could stop himself, Orazio moaned her name.
“Monique...”
Fuck! She pulled back. Gripping his cock, she tapped it against her tongue. He didn’t know why that shit felt so damn good, but it did. This time, she took him in all the way to the base, no gagging. If he didn’t do something, he’d be coming in her mouth soon. When she pulled back, Orazio stepped away from her. Their gazes connected. The lust in her eyes made him groan.
“I’m not done tasting you,” she whispered as he slipped his shoes off and kicked them backward into his hotel room.
She rose to her feet as he tore his pants and boxers off, then kicked them into the room, too.
His rose folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not stepping off this elevator until you let me finish what I started.”
She didn’t have to step off of it. Raz stormed over to her and picked her sexy ass up. She yelped and wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her from the elevator to his bedroom. He was done playing the gentleman.
It was time for her to meet the savage.