5. Urzo
5
Urzo
Finding her in the library had to be my testing point. I don’t know what I thought I’d do, but I knew I had to do something to teach her not to leave my side when I directly told her to stay put.
I’m too on edge, unable to make up my mind when it comes to her. Just when I think I’m fine with her leaving my side, I’m demanding she stay close.
Her disobedience is a trigger; it’s only natural that I react when she doesn’t listen.
The sensation that gripped my heart after finding her missing had left a need to rip the weakness straight out of my chest.
I wanted her to apologize, and promise me she wouldn’t do it again. In my mind, I pictured her on her knees, pleading with me to forgive her. Sure, my cock may have been involved, but that’s not important.
Instead, once I found her sleeping on that leather couch, my anger sizzled out like a candle blown out.
Sleeping so easily shows that she must have been exhausted.
I bet she needed her nap more than she cared to admit. So, I let her sleep. Let her murmur her soft words and watched her face morph into a peace I could never recreate.
This woman is intoxicating, and it’s driving me mad.
With Tommy’s success, I waited as patiently as one can to make her my wife.
So foolish, I thought I didn’t care that she wouldn’t want me even after she signed her name. She’d be mine .
Now that I’ve got her in this cramped room, one used for visiting families and family meetings, I’m growing more and more impatient as she stares at the same papers.
This woman makes me want to rip my hair out.
Finally, she parts those lips, and I catch myself holding my breath, waiting for what she has to say.
“I won’t sign it.” She frowns harsher at the table, ignoring my matching curve.
Goddamn it.
She didn’t wear a bra on purpose. Fucking minx. She can’t hide the way the two pinpoints as she crosses her arms over her chest like a brat about to make a scene.
Once I look, I stare. Knowing I won’t be able to think with this view, I circle the table and notice the way she tenses up as I hover behind her. As much as she’d love to spin around and fight me, she stays where she is, where I can’t see her face and what expressions she’s trying to hide.
Is it fear for the unknown future? Is it hatred for the man she’s forced to marry? Or… is there a third option?
“You can’t make me,” she adds, her voice wavering. “Your brother said so himself.”
“I’m not going to make you do anything. You’re going to willingly put your name here.” I tap on the sheet. “Your sister has my brother wrapped around her finger. He won’t force this union to happen if she convinces him otherwise. However, I’ve put up with your shit for too long. You’re not leaving this room until you’ve agreed to this marriage.”
I won’t have her fighting me after I’m forced to pick out a ring for her.
“Hope you’re ready to wait this out, then.” She jerks her head away from me and tries to find something more interesting to look at.
I growl, and she doesn’t cower. However, I can’t miss the way her arms prickle up with goosebumps.
“I don’t have the patience for this,” I warn, the words clipped and sharp as I inch closer. What little space was once between us is now nonexistent.
Whenever I’m left alone with this woman, I become someone I don’t know.
“T-Then I guess you better learn.” She stumbles on her word before cursing at the first sign of weakness.
We both know I’m going to get what I want.
Breathing in, I can smell the sweet smell of body wash on her skin. Whatever her sister gave her to use is almost as mouth watering as her own scent.
Closing my eyes, my cock stirs as I steal one more inhale. My head spins and I open my eyes.
This woman drives me crazy.
“Sign the document,” I order, my voice hardly my own. I don’t recognize the throaty demand, or the need to see her name along the line.
Eliza’s groan echoes in the room as I press her against the table and my body. With the fire within her still burning hot, she tries to shoot a glare at me. “Or else what, you’ll humiliate me again?”
She doesn’t want to say it outright. Bending her over my knee was a punishment we both enjoyed.
And now, it feels like she’s seeking another punishment because she doesn’t want to do as I say.
This woman infuriates me. The way she makes keeping control impossible pisses me off.
“You are going to be my wife. There is nothing else to it. If it’s not me, it’s going to be to another man, you understand that?” Anger is seeping into my words. Something else lingers there, something from the thought of another man trying to claim her as his own. “Santino chose me because he knows I can make sure another man won’t dare lay his finger on what is mine.”
The words leave my throat feeling hot as something else drips out like venom.
Jealousy.
Growling at the realization, I cup her face and stare at her mouth as I turn her jaw to face me.
I hate her mouth.
Hate the way she uses it to anger me. Hate the way she uses it to make me want things I haven’t before.
“Fuck you.” Seething from the harsh truth I’ve given her, she looks like she’ll spit on me if I let her. Maybe she wants to say worse. I don’t give her the opportunity to do either. Instead, I cave to the inner demand to silence her by pressing our mouths together.
It’s not a kiss of lust, or romance, or whatever the fuck the purpose of kissing is.
Yet, it causes the tension in my chest to snap, leaving an open hole, forcing me to acknowledge that I’ve discovered a reason to like her mouth. However, she’s not feeling the same thing as I am.
She bites my lip hard, nearly enough to draw blood. However, a little pain isn’t enough to deter me. The rumble of a growl makes her shiver.
“Open up,” I order without realizing. Foreign desperation consumes me; I ignore the need to hide my hunger. No longer using my head, I cup her jaw and pinch, causing her mouth to open before invading the space with my tongue.
For a big bundle of a sour personality, she tastes too fucking sweet. Only one word fills my head as I lean into her.
More.
Eliza makes this throaty gasp sound before I feel her fingers on my throat. She’s not digging her nails into my flesh, or trying to cut off my oxygen. No, she’s using my neck as something to cling onto.
The brat wants this as much as I do. She’s just too stubborn to admit it out loud, opting to let me be the bad guy here. Fine. I won’t just be bad, I’ll be the worst man she’ll ever come to hate.
Anything to get more of whatever this frustrating thing is I feel for her.
I don’t go around kissing women, so I’m no master. However, the way Eliza groans around my tongue, I can’t help but feel like a pro.
I want to kiss her again, and again.
Fuck, who am I?
Releasing her, I leave her panting. Hell, I’m out of breath too.
Not wanting to let her see just how much she’s affected me, I push her down against the table. Using my hand to keep her there, I use my other hand to try and wipe off the look on my face. I don’t think it works like I want it to.
“Sign the paper.” The order comes out thick, catching in my throat. Keeping my hand pressed against her back, I thrust against her ass. Fucking clothes are in the way, but I can feel the heat from her pussy. “If you want my cock, then sign.”
What’s more startling than the words coming from my lips is the need I feel to get inside. Fuck, I want in. This morning was just foreshadowing. Now I’m drowning in need.
The more friction I feel from grinding against her, the hungrier I am.
She doesn’t do as I say. Even worse, she tries to brush the pen to the side. Damn her for being so fucking stubborn.
Once she’s where I am, she’ll feel the desperation. The need to have me the way I need her.
I’m dropping to my knees before my thoughts can catch up with my actions. Smelling her arousal through her clothes, my mouth floods at the thought of her pussy glistening from nothing more than a kiss.
“You’re a brat,” I remind her as I yank her pants down. Panties be damned, they go right with them. “A goddamn princess who needs too much attention.”
She tries to insult me with a curse, but it morphs into the beautiful sound of a raw cry of pleasure as soon as my tongue makes contact with her slick lips.
All I can focus on is the moans that leave her lips as I suck her clit into my mouth.
“ Urzo !” My name leaves her lips, and it’s the first time she’s said it without a string of curses or threats following suit. It’s like music to my ears, a melody I want to drown in.
She’s panting, a moaning mess with her quivering thighs and her soaking wet pussy.
I can’t stop. No longer in control of myself, I grip her hips hard enough to make her hiss as I bury my tongue deeper into her sweet cunt. Spreading her walls apart, I press against her sensitive nerves and lap up at the juices I’m rewarded with from my efforts.
My cock aches as it digs into my zipper, pleading with me to cave into this hunger. To shove my way in and fuck her until she’s begging me for more. I’m hovering over the line of control, and it’s a losing battle.
As her body arches and her walls clamp around my invading tongue, I can feel her approaching orgasm. She’s close, I’m sure of it. So close to tasting her sweet release on my tongue, I use what little restraint I have left to pull away.
Leaving her teetering on the edge of her orgasm, she wails as cool air nips at her hot slickness.
“No!” Whimpering, she shakes her head. Her pussy looks so swollen, so needy, I’m tempted to dive right back in, but I barely keep distance despite these delicious sounds leaving her lips. “Please!”
Fuck me, two words have never sounded so addicting. I’m already imagining her begging me for what her body needs. Pleading for me to give her what she wants.
My balls clench, demanding I find a hole to empty my seed into. Demanding Eliza to be the one to take every fucking drop. I’m already soaking the fabric of my boxers, I can feel it with every shift. A reminder that my body is the one in control this time around. My sanity is shattered to pieces.
At this point, I’m ready to fuck her whether or not she signs. I need inside. I need to feel those velvet walls squeezing around my cock.
Eliza still has some brain power here, yet, she doesn’t realize how much desperation is rolling off of me. Desperate in her own way, she slaps her hand around for the pen.
Right. The paper. Two birds, one stone. Whatever the fuck the saying is.
Through a haze of arousal, I watch her lift long enough to do as she was told. Standing up, the leather of my belt licks my wrist as I free the hard length of my throbbing erection.
Her fingers tremble as she signs. Her name is barely legible, but it’s enough. The moment she drops the pen, it all but sounds like a plea for what her body needs.
“Good girl.” Growling the praise, I don’t miss the way a shiver rolls through her body.
Unable to fight myself for a single second longer, I part her lips with the tip of my weeping head and thrust fully into her suffocating, tight pussy.
One sharp gasp from her lungs morphing into a low groan is the only sound I need to hear to make me realize something I didn’t even think to cross my mind.
She could be a fucking virgin.