Chapter 26 #3
“That was the single most sexy thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says, softly. He draws one hand out of a pocket and pulls back the curtain overlooking the club. I suddenly flush, feeling completely exposed, then realize I’m not actually naked; I only feel naked.
He steps to one side. “Rest your arms on the edge.”
I do as he asks and lean over the balcony. The height means my ass is canted out, the hem of my dress barely skimming my hips. Ice water still drips down the insides of my thighs and my panties need to find a trash can somewhere.
Bernadi moves to stand behind me then rubs a palm over the small of my back, then he places his hands on each of my hips and positions me level with his cock. My breath hitches and my mouth dries out, anticipating what’s about to happen.
One of his hands leaves my hip and I hear the faint sound of a zipper being lowered amidst the chaotic blur of music and hundreds of voices fighting to be heard over the top of it.
When the crown of his cock slides between my thighs, my head drops forward, hair falling across my face as my lungs empty.
I look out across the club with heavy lids.
Everything below waist height is hidden from the room below.
No one would have any idea the owner of the club was pushing my panties to one side and guiding his cock between my legs.
Bernadi leans forward and rests his arms outside mine, his hard chest bearing down on my back. Our positions would look innocent enough to anyone who might care to look up. He slowly pumps his cock in and out of the gap between my thighs. When I pull my legs together tightly, he hisses in my ear.
“Let me in, honey.”
I melt.
One of his hands leaves the edge of the balcony and he works it between my legs, coating his fingers in a combination of my arousal and the water from the ice. He rims my entrance, readying me, then guides the crown of his cock to my opening. “Do you want me to go easy on you, Contessa?”
I turn my head slightly and murmur, “No. I don’t want easy.”
In one smooth, controlling movement, Bernadi curls his hips upward and shoves himself deep inside me. I clamp a hand over my mouth because I don’t trust myself not to scream.
I’m not a virgin anymore but it’s been three years since the one time I slept with someone. Bernadi’s cock is thicker and longer than Federico’s. Three years ago was barely anything more than a heavy make-out session. Now, I feel like I’ve just been broken in.
Bernadi’s breaths pump in and out of my ear and a groan rolls through him into my bones. “Jesus, Contessa. You feel incredible. You’re so fucking tight.”
I can’t seem to process anything. Only the hard fact that Benito Bernadi is inside me.
He’s inside me, and aside from feeling as though I’ve been torn, I’m on fire.
My skin is sizzling with desire and my stomach is hot to the touch.
I just want to close my eyes so I can focus on the feel of his thick length pushing against my soft walls, and nothing else.
I whimper into my hand and nod. I don’t want him to know I’m shocked to the core.
“Let’s just pause a minute,” he whispers. “Let you get used to me being inside you.”
His words melt my nerve endings. They’re dirty but beautiful. I don’t remember needing such a moment even when Fed took my virginity. It wasn’t like this—completely overwhelming.
Images flash before my eyes. A gap in a door, a man in black, a dark stare. A tall ask and a gift given. A different pair of eyes when I came undone.
I suck in a sharp breath and my eyes ping open. It wasn’t Federico I saw when I came during my first time; it was Bernadi. And since then, my shadows have grown fuller, my sanity less tethered.
This is why I’m dark.
This is why I’m wild.
It’s because of the man behind me. Inside me. All around me.
Stark realizations come hurtling toward me. I was running from who I was because I terrified myself. There’s never been a model in my life for how to make my wildness ‘work’—it has always been something to be feared. Bernadi was something to be feared.
But I don’t fear him. What I feel for him runs deeper than that.
“That’s it, my beautiful little brat. You’re relaxing so well, so soft.” His praise does things to me and I turn my head.
“I’m okay, Bernadi. You’re not going to hurt me.”
He drops his forehead to my shoulder. “Damn,” he whispers. Then he moves.
He’s slow at first, pinning my hips with his fingers. He buries his head into the crook of my neck, releasing muffled animal groans as he slides in and out of my soft entrance.
I tip my head back onto his shoulder and moan freely, knowing no one can hear but Bernadi. His cock is perfect and I grip it snugly, feeling every ridge moving through me. I find it hard in this moment to ever understand why I hated him so much.
I lift a hand and run it up his neck into his hair.
“Don’t—” he starts, but all that comes out of his mouth next is another moan when I shift my hips, taking him deeper.
I tug at his hair while his strokes become harder, firmer, faster. Neither of us care anymore what this might look like from below. I can’t see anything beyond this overwhelm.
“Oh shit,” he pants. “Condom.”
“No—” I grip him tightly. I don’t want to stop now. “It’s okay—I just had my period.”
He melts into me and keeps thrusting, even harder now. I’m bouncing against the balcony rail with each of his staggering thrusts.
“God, I’m right there Tess.”
I almost collapse at the sound of him using my abbreviated name. So, for the first time, I use his. “I am too, Benito,” I gasp.
He pauses for a second as though acknowledging that whether we like it later or not, by using each other’s first names in such an intimate way, we’ve crossed a line.
He lifts my right leg and rests it on a ledge then feeds his fingers through my folds. He tugs at my clit and I explode into a million little pieces. I’m vaguely aware that he’s growling into my ear, shoving his length to my very edge and emptying himself deep inside me.
When I come around I’m half hanging over the edge of the balcony with Benito’s weight across my back. I lift my heavy lids and see a couple of faces turned our way. Neither of them I recognize.
Benito pulls out, still hard, and his semen runs down my thighs.
I’m too exhausted to move, so I don’t attempt to, even when he disappears and returns a few seconds later with a warm cloth.
I hear him drop to his knees, then he wipes the cloth up and down my legs, paying extra attention to my sensitive opening.
He helps me step out of my panties and balls them up with the cloth. Both are tossed into a trash can behind the bar. I’m now naked beneath this napkin masquerading as a dress.
His thick hands grab the tops of my legs and turn me around until I’m facing him. I’m struck with emotion when I look into his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly.
I nod again. “I’m fine.”
“Do you think you’ll regret it?”
I step into him, pulling his head into my chest, then I whisper into his hair. “No.”