22. Luca
“Has anyone ever punished you?” Ara’s voice is husky and sinful.
I kick up a cruel smile. “Those who have tried end up dead.”
My knees press between her thighs, this tight, obnoxious leather dress is driving me berserk. I can’t stand the push and pull. I want to see into her beautiful mind. What she wants from me. Because people only ever want to take. Still, I can’t resist her or the power she has over me. My curiosity has turned into a deep obsession. Because there’s nothing else I can offer her. Especially when I know how this ends. With one of us dead. And it won’t be me.
I tentatively kiss her, tasting the venom that is Arabella Barone. She tastes like a concoction of alcohol with the hindering smell of her orchid perfume.
“This dress is dangerous,” I whisper against her lips. Her head tilts back, opening up to me. As much as she might resist me, hate me, even want me dead—she can’t deny me. I push my tongue against hers, overpowering her in every way possible as I unzip the front of her dress.
A hungry growl escapes me as I look at the sheer bronze of her skin. She’s wearing no panties underneath.
“Who did you plan on seeing this tonight?” A muscle in my jaw tics. The two names Dmitri gave me tonight come to mind. She had destroyed both, but her error was ever letting one of them place a hand on her.
“Probably someone nice.” She bites back. “Someone who calls me sweet nothings and knows how to work my body.”
I nibble at her jaw, tasting every edge and curve of her. It’s never enough when it comes to this woman. I drop to my knees, my cock pressing against my pants painfully hard. “I know how to work your body, sweetheart.”
Without warning, I press my lips to her pussy, sucking on her clit. She hisses as she feathers a hand through my hair. “I know how to make you fall apart,” I remind her as I curl a finger into her wet folds and say with satisfaction. “Already so wet for me, sweetheart.”
“It’s nice to be called something other than whore,” she bites back.
“Why pretend when you like to be fucked like one?” I ask as I slip a second one in while still sucking on her clit. She arches into me a small groan escaping. “Did this sweet pussy of yours miss me?”
She gasps, her eyes bursting open as I add a third finger, stretching and pounding her cunt. Her gaze is hooded through thick eyelashes, and she stares at my quick work of her body. This little viper may very well be the death of me and yet I’m still on my knees worshiping her.
When I stand up, her perfectly manicured nails are quick on my belt, but I grab her wrists and slam her hands above her head against the mirror with one hand.
“Did you miss me?” I demand an answer.
Her breath is heavy and shallow.
“I missed your mouth,” she says through a harsh breath. Her gaze dips to my cock that’s pressing against my trousers. “And your cock.”
I press my thumb against her lips, smearing the red lipstick, thoughtfully. I then look through the mirror and back at myself noticing the red smeared on my own. I flip her onto her front and kick out her legs. “Keep your hands on the basin,” I instruct after I unzip the dress and pull it over her head.
She looks through the mirror at me with her beautiful, perfect tits hanging as I undo my belt and free my throbbing cock. Her hourglass shape curves perfectly to my every inch. Fuck. I will never get enough of this body.
“You’re going to watch me fuck you like a good girl. Do you understand?”
She bites her bottom lip and I want to punish her for it. Those sinful fucking lips. First, I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy so she knows who she belongs to.
My cock drives into her, those tight walls squeezing around my intrusion. Her breath hitches as I stretch her to accommodate my size until I’m in at the hilt. “See this pussy was made for my cock, Ara. This is mine to ruin.”
Her green eyes are a raging storm. I can tell she doesn’t want to admit it. However, what goes unsaid is her ass pushing against me. Begging for more. Wanting me to split her in two.
Her hips move back and forth as she stares at me through the mirror. I begin to meet her rhythm, my hands on her hips pulling her closer to me. Her tits bounce with every jolt. Every time I sink into her, a small breath hitches.
When I wrap a hand around her throat from behind, she sighs, as if relieved by my bruising grip. “Do you like that, Ara?” I unfurl my belt entirely, and she pauses. “This belt is going to bruise that perfect little ass of yours, and then I’m going to wrap it around your throat and fuck you with it as if it’s a collar. Do you understand?”
She gulps but her cunt clenches around my cock.
“Are you going to strangle me to death?” she asks. “Or is this like some kink?”
I offer her a demonic smile. “Do you want a safeword, sweetheart?”
Her eyebrows shoot up in slight surprise. “I’m surprised you’d actually let me have one.”
I pull out of her as I fold over the belt. “You don’t have long, sweetheart, before I wrap this around your ass.”
With absolute certainty she says, “Twinkie is the safeword.”
Crack.Her eyes go wide, and she jolts under the red mark. My cock jerks. Fuck. Everything about her is made so perfectly for me. I grab the rawness of her ass, and she hisses. She doesn’t protest with determination in her gaze. No. She won’t let me break her because of this.
I tap on her left ass cheek, warning her this side’s next. She gulps and I strap the belt across her ass again. A cry escapes her as tears spring to her eyes. Riding the wave of her painful shock, I shove my cock into her cunt and pound. A twisted sound escapes her.
Pain and pleasure.
Uncertainty.
The realization she likes it.
I wrap the belt around her throat and hold it with one hand behind her neck. Surprisingly, as instructed, her hands stay on the counter as I continue to ruin her from behind. That’s my girl.
Her face begins to grow red, but I make sure to give her just enough breath to keep her conscious. Her eyes never leave mine as I watch her, and my perfect viper torments me with every thrust.
She’s fucking soaking. Her tits bounce with force as I pound into her. Then slowly, her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head with an expression of pure ecstasy. My grip tightens on her hip as I quicken my pace. I want her pussy to milk me all over again.
“Fuck, Luca,” she breathlessly says. “Fuck. I’m going to come. I’m so clos—”
I slap her ass so hard she jolts and screams. I ruthlessly slam into her, exploding at the same time. I give her every drop as she shudders beneath me, then, hold her up by the hip as her body begins to go limp. She’s finally letting herself go, floating into the ecstasy as I loosen the belt around her throat.
Still inside of her, I grab her by the throat and pull her to lean into me. Her back is against my chest as I angle her jaw and take every last breath she has to offer. Her tongue is a wicked thing, just as greedy as it turns into a satisfied laziness.
When I release her neck and look through the mirror, I realize her hair is still perfectly posed in the high ponytail, and I want to destroy her all over again because of it. This perfectly manicured exterior of hers was meant to be ruined. I tower over her. Double her width and easily two heads taller. She just won’t back down. I’ll have to break her again and again to be fully quenched.
I kiss down her jawline as I pull out of her. “I told you. You’re mine to ruin.” She then tries to step away but I’m caging her in. “Going to run away again, sweetheart?”
She looks at me, shocked. “Isn’t that all you wanted from me?”
“For now. Tonight, you’ll be coming back to my apartment.”
She scoffs as she pushes past me to collect her dress and this time, I let her. “No fucking way. Whores don’t do sleepovers.”
“Then you’ll be my prisoner tonight.”
She gives me a deadly glare as she shimmies on her red leather dress and zips it up from the front. Be fucked if I’m going to let any other man look at her tonight. Especially when she’s already full of my cum.
“You got what you wanted so now you can leave,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You have my cum dripping down your legs. You will be coming back to my house,” I say with no hint of leniency.
She lets out a crazed laugh. “How do I know you’re not going to kill me?”
“If I wanted to kill you tonight, don’t you think I would’ve done it when I had the belt wrapped around your throat. Then again, it seems like you quiet enjoyed it.”
Red streaks across her cheeks.
“Most people who think I’m going to kill them attempt to run. You brought this on yourself, Ara. You should’ve left town the moment you crossed me.”
She furrows her eyebrows defiantly with a pout. “I’m not scared of you.”
“You should be,” I say as I walk to the door and open it. Lorenzo is standing outside as guard. Music pours back into the bathroom. I unfurl my suit jacket and throw it at her. She catches it, confused. “To cover the red marks around your neck.”
She startles looking back at the mirror. It won’t bruise. Unlike her ass cheeks.
“Now if you don’t come along like a good girl, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you myself.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” She bites back as she begrudgingly throws on my jacket and holds it close to her neck. I give her an effective look.
“Surely you’ve realized I’m a man of my word by now, sweetheart.”