Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
RILEY
Surprisingly, the pool is empty except for the figure sprawled on a chair on the far side of the patio. The decorative tile burns my soles as I make my way toward him, apprehension building with each step.
Alessandro’s eyes are closed, and he’s fast asleep.
So much for immediamente.
I hover by his chair and study him. Bruises are fading. Swelling lessening. Muscles are tighter and more sculpted than I remember. His dark beauty is a sight to behold. A man this evil doesn’t deserve to be so devilishly handsome.
Unaware of my presence, he breathes softly and deep, while my attention shifts lower onto the distinct bulge beneath his swim trunks. My lips part. Big, beautiful boners are a natural state for this man, aren’t they?
Memories flood my mind. Him, pushing into me from behind. Me, riding him, his hands drawing me down hard with each upward thrust. We fit perfectly.
But that was another time, another place. When he was Al, and I was too numb with grief to realize how dangerous he truly is.
Dancing around on my feet, I shake off the burn from stupidly standing here while the man who summoned me sleeps. I search for the man he sent to fetch me, curious if his soldier made a mistake.
“You fuck him?”
I jump, and then turn fully toward him. “You were awake?” And doing what? Studying me beneath his lashes while I drooled over his body?
I stare at him relaxed in the chair, his eyes still closed. Like he’s on vacation, and not demanding personal answers like who I’ve fucked.
“You let that prick touch you?” Flat tone. Not the slightest indication he actually cares how I answer. Still his question catches me off guard.
“What prick?”
My mind races when he doesn’t answer and it takes a moment to land on who he’s referring to. “Ciro?” My stomach rolls at the thought. “God, no.”
“You sure about that?”
I grind my teeth. “Absolutely.”
He doesn’t react. Doesn’t confirm he believes me. Just lies there, while I suffer the heat and his bone-chilling coldness.
Seconds tick by, and I consider retreating inside. Then, his eyes flash open.
“You’re blocking my sun.”
My lips part. “You should thank me for it.”
He waves his hand impatiently for me to step to the side.
I shuffle to his left. If the stubborn fool wants the late afternoon sun to blister him alive, so be it.
“What size bra are you?”
Unbelievable. “My breasts, again?”
“You’re a 32DD.” He rakes his eyes over me, the one-size-too-small uniform spilling open at the chest—exactly how he demanded I wear it. “But can you explain why that prick nicknamed you Triple B?”
My jaw drops. “Did Emily tell you that?”
“Your best friend had a lot to say about you. None of it was kind.”
I flinch.
“Stop acting like a wounded animal and answer me.” No compassion, but back to an impatience I’ve grown accustomed to.
“I never understood the nickname. But…” I swallow hard. “…your last name is part of it. It’s an acronym for Beautiful Beneventi Bait.”
“And were you?”
His tone sends a chill through my body. “Bait?” I whisper, dumbstruck.
Our eyes lock as he waits on my answer. And every ounce of me understands on a visceral level that my life depends on my answer.
God help me, what has Ciro done?
“I don’t know.” My body shakes, in fear and in frustration. “Ciro was a coked-up mess. I never examined why he’d call me that.”
Except it’s no use, is it? He believes I betrayed him and hates me for it.
“Maybe,” I whisper.
The air grows impossibly thick, and the uniform’s tight like a wet wool glove. I’m going to faint. I’ll pass out on this pool patio at the foot of this man’s chair, and he’ll either leave me to roast or turn me into toast.
“Here’s how this will work. I snap, and you jump. You do exactly as I say, whenever or wherever I want. You’ll take everything I demand and beg me to go harder. And, most importantly, this will never be about you.”
“Okay.” I’m shocked he didn’t question me further. Yet relieved, too. What if Ciro did use me to get to him—as bait? Alessandro is a mafioso with enemies—I heard him ordering his men to hunt two people down. But it’s impossible to think logically right now, with the bold way he’s staring at me. Either he wants to flay me or eat me alive.
Instead, he relaxes and closes his eyes. “There’s a shower in the casita. Go cool off.”
Emotional whiplash, that’s what this is. “Do you believe me or not?”
He pries one eye open. “Still here?”
“I don’t need a shower.”
He rolls up so fast, I jump. “You don’t get to decide what you need—I do. I say jump, you jump, or our arrangement is over. Capisci?”
My heart skips a beat. “What exactly am I agreeing to?”
His smile’s pure evil. “Offer accepted, baby. You’ve just become my personal fuckdoll.”
SANDRO
I give her thirteen minutes exactly before charging into the casita after her.
Shock registers when the door’s thrown open and I interrupt her naked in the bathroom and drying herself off with a fluffy towel. I crook a finger at her, signaling for her to join me in the living area.
An antique bureau filled with toys sits on one wall. An enormous white sofa with perfectly rounded arms, a glass coffee table, and a decorative rug fill the center of the open space, and a spanking bench completes the unique setup. A small kitchen is on the far-left wall, and a short hallway leading to my fuck room is in the back.
I remove a leather belt from the bureau, and then crack it in the air a few times. Whipping her ass, though, isn’t today’s appetizer. My cock swells at what I’ve in store for her, just like it’s been doing since I first choked and fucked her against her bathroom door.
Did she know who I was and told Ciro about my visits?
Not sure now.
Does it matter, considering I’ve decided to use her for my own pleasure?
Not one iota.
My dark side’s snapped awake. When you deal with the devil, hell knows no mercy.
I feel her behind me. “Go stand by the sofa.”
Her soft footsteps confirm she’s obeyed.
“Tell me,” I silkily say, not gracing her with a look. “Did you put your uniform back on?”
“Yes,” she grumbles.
“What was that?” I get hard at her obedience, especially knowing she hates the uniform. “Louder.”
“I. Am. Wearing. It.” Each word is pronounced, like she’s telling me to fuck off without really telling me.
I smirk at her displeasure.
She clears her throat. “Is Emily okay?”
I flick my wrist, and she flinches as the belt uncoils in the air. “Such concern for Emily, Emily, Emily.”
“Will you hurt me?”
“Hurt you? In every way imaginable.” I hear her gasp. “But you’re asking the wrong questions. Ask me what the right one is, baby.”
“What’s the right one?” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“How far am I willing to submit to make Alessandro happy?” Because I don’t just want her broken. I want her begging me to break her. All the filthy, twisted things I held back from doing to her—denying myself, for the first time in my life, for fear of pushing her too far, for fear of breaking her—are on the fucking table now. “Uniform off and kneel.”
Rustling behind me tells me she’s obeyed.
Temptation takes over, and I finally turn toward her.
Fuck.
Her wide-eyed and kneeling. Beautiful body trembling. A familiar flush darkening her cheeks, neck, and chest. Is this why I returned to her apartment time and time again?
I whip the leather against my hand. A wake-up call to drive the thought away.
Her gaze fills with dread, even more so as I form the belt into a loop.
“What do you know about birds?”
Her jaw practically hits the floor. “Birds?”
“It’s not a difficult question, Riley. Motherfucking birds .”
“Yes,” she says. “As a matter of fact—”
I cut her off. “Chinese fishermen use a special bird to hunt fish.”
“Cormorants,” she replies. Wicked smart—I’m not surprised. “They can swim underwater and only eat fish and eels.”
My lips twist with delight because she’s missing the point. “How do the fishermen prevent their pets from swallowing the fish?” Fuck, the anticipation’s making me hard.
“They tie rope around their necks.”
If I had a fucking camera, I’d take a picture the moment her expression changes. Eyes wide and brilliant, lips parted, her expression oozing innocence.
“You’re going to strangle me?”
I shrug. Mindfucks might be my new hobby. “Not if you choked down every fucking drop like an obedient pet.”
Every part of her stills, and then she answers with a mindfuck of her own. “Do your worst, then.” She drags her tongue across her lips, like she’s waving a red flag at a bull. Brave, brave girl.
“Here.” I point to my feet.
She shuffles forward on her knees.
I lasso the belt around her neck, and then tighten the soft leather. Ironically, I’m the one who can’t breathe, the sight messing with my airways.
Her complete submission’s at my fingertips.
“Hands behind your back.”
She moves into the desired position.
With my free hand, I tear off my bathing shorts. She gasps as my rock-hard erection greets her, then surprises me again by eye-fucking it like my dick’s a just-out-of-reach treat she’s dying for a taste of.
She fucking likes this.
“Touch your pussy.”
Her cheeks flush, but she dips her hand between her thighs anyway.
“Two fingers inside.”
Her eyes brighten at the exact moment of penetration.
“Show me.”
If she was pink a second ago, her skin’s flushed red now. Shaking, she holds up two fingers. Just as I suspected … fucking drenched. It takes all my willpower not to flip her onto all fours and fuck her into the floor. Except the bargain was made by a greedy motherfucker. This is about my pleasure.
She places her hands behind her back, anticipating the order. Eager to please me? Or is she challenging me?
“Did I say to move?” I scowl. “What if my next direction was to lick the come off your soaking wet fingers?”
Her lips part with a gasp.
I clench my dick. “Beg for it.”
“Please.”
“No, say Alessandro, please.”
“What?” Her entire body goes rigid. “I thought it was a dirty dream augmented by reality. How could you? Say Alessandro please? That was you in the shower?”
Fucking hell. She dares go there? Poke a finger into a festering wound? My shitty judgement, my pitiful desire to get off on her one last time?
“I was drugged. How could you?”
Anger reverberates through me. “How could you?”
Everything stands still.
She shakes her head and stares at the floor. “You still believe I’m lying.”
“For your sake”—I give her this much—“you better hope you’re not.”
Her tearstained eyes rise to lock on mine. “I’ll prove it to you.”
I harden the itch to give in. “Won’t hold my breath … but you can start by holding yours.” I tug the belt, driving my words home.
She chokes in the little air I allow her but manages to beg me so prettily. “Alessandro, please.”
“I’m shoving the entire length down your little throat. And when I shoot my load, you gobble every last drop down that narrow passage. Capisci?” Her nods cut off when I push my thick crown between her lips.
Her tongue curls beneath my underside and elicits my hiss, before she sucks me in like a goddamn lollipop.
Jesus, her mouth. Her sweet, fuckable mouth.
I tug the belt, and she falls on my dick, getting an unexpected mouthful. It doesn’t stop me from viciously thrusting forward until my pelvis is smashed against her face.
She gags and gurgles.
Her throat is perfect, so fucking perfect.
I still. “I own you, capisci? Nod if you hear me?”
Her head nods.
“Remember to use your nose.” With that warning, my ruthless assault begins. I flex my hips and push deep, tightening the belt further, testing her limits.
She struggles and I relent for a moment. Loving her shocked expression as she pants in huge gasps of air.
“Enough. Take my dick like a good girl.”
She actually tries, bobbing her head and widening her mouth. I cruelly tighten the belt and let loose, quickening the tempo while the rush I’m after grips me by the throat.
“Shit, that’s good,” I groan.
She drags teeth across my flesh. Stunned, I go rigid.
I withdraw, and then glare at her.
“I no longer want to be a good girl.”
What. The. Fuck?
“I want your dick in my throat like a little fuckdoll would take it.”
She hopes to tempt the beast and conquer him? I fucking smile.
Without responding, I reposition my rock-hard dick at her mouth. I surprise her by pinching her nostrils closed and tightening the belt on my deep drive home.
Her hands find my thighs.
I hammer into her, counting off in my mind. Milking everything out of her while I reach a high I can easily grow addicted to. Without warning, I drop my hand, the belt, and my load so deep in her throat it’s halfway to her stomach.
My heart races as I stagger back.
She falls onto her hands and knees, panting.
“Only a few minutes rest,” I warn her. Because even as I’m riding sweet bliss, my appetite isn’t satiated.
“Again?” she manages between gasps.
Hell yeah. “Did you think you were done?” I grab my dick. “Now entertain me while I recover.”
She rolls back onto her knees, eyebrows raised.
“Grab the belt and mark your breasts.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Twenty lashes. Ten each. If you can’t, I’ll do it.”
Her lip trembles, but then, with a fierce crack, the leather crosses her right breast. Tears brighten her eyes, but pure greed forces me to speak. “Gentle your movements. I want them marked pink, not bleeding out.”
Her second attempt’s much better.
“Keep going,” I command.
Over and over, she repeats her actions. Until her tears are replaced by something else—something more dangerous.
If my goal was to break her, I’ve failed. But do I give two shits right now?
My fingers wrap my dick up in a tight vacuum as I viciously jerk myself. Her beautifully marked breasts are my second target. Her skin’s flushed, the marks on her throat a turn-on, and her obedience has me hard again within minutes.
My orgasm hits right on the twentieth stroke.
She drops the belt, her lips curl , and then she cups her incredible breasts.
“Aw, fuck,” I groan, then pump my seed across her pinkened flesh.
“Please, Alessandro.”
I scowl at her speaking out of turn. Not wanting my name on her lips unless I demand it there. I gather the energy to speak, but she mindfucks me again before my blistering reprimand gets out.
“Give me permission to lick it off my fingers.”
I’m tempted to say yes. Hell, my dick’s stiffening already. “My dirty fuckdoll would enjoy that. But this agreement isn’t about you.”
Pain crosses her expression. What? I use her body, and she thinks she’s earned candy and roses?
I need her out of my sight before I do something stupid. “Get out,” I tell her. At her crushed expression, I point to the door. Her, and her wounded look. Her, covered by my seed like it’s a second skin.
She grabs her uniform and slides it onto her body as she stumbles to escape.
“Report to my office every day at two.” My voice booms.
She stops and spins. “Why?”
I kick my bathing trunks out of the way as I head to clean up in the bathroom, grumbling as I go.
“Just be there.”