Chapter Eleven #3
‘Don’t touch me…’ I yanked my hand back to try and shake him off. He simply tightened his grip, holding me still with ease, his strength so much greater than mine. He pulled me round until he could place his hand on my hip. And hold me.
I blinked furiously, close to tears, that devastating feeling of powerlessness mixing with all the pregnancy hormones to push me right to the edge. Again.
But instead of issuing another of his bloody ultimatums, he pressed his forehead to mine and let out a deep sigh.
‘Shhh, Mia, this is not good for the baby,’ he said—with a tenderness I wasn’t prepared for.
I drew back to stare into his eyes—the confusion I saw in them shocking me into silence.
I nodded. ‘I know.’
I wiped my eyes with my free fist, determined not to let the tears fall. And looked down at my toes again. Maybe this was Stockholm syndrome. Because it seemed when he showed me the slightest bit of care or attention, I became a complete emotional wreck, all my insecurities making me doubt myself…
He tucked a knuckle under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. He brushed a thumb across my bottom lip, making me tremble.
‘If you give me your word you will not attempt to run from me again, I will not tie you to the bed…’ he said, but the words were measured, as if he was making a major concession.
A part of me wanted to take the offer so we could get past this.
But I knew I couldn’t capitulate. He was a man accustomed to using threats and intimidation to get what he wanted.
But if I agreed to let him bully me, where would it end?
I refused to be his captive. If I was going to be here by choice, I had to stand up to him, always.
I shook my head. ‘I told you I wasn’t going to run. I told you why. That you don’t trust me is your problem, not mine. I’m not going to promise to obey you when you threaten me. Because that’s not giving me a choice.’
He frowned, his expression hardening with distrust.
Well, he certainly hadn’t expected that. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t live with his constant disapproval and demands any more than I could live knowing he didn’t trust me to keep myself and our baby safe.
I tried to tug my hand free again, but he held firm. The puzzled expression made me wonder how long it had been since anyone refused to play by his rules.
‘You are making this more difficult than it needs to be, Mia,’ he said.
My pulse went haywire as his callused thumb caressed the inside of my wrist in slow, focussed strokes, that piercing blue gaze intensifying. ‘I am not a man who trusts easily…’ His gaze dropped to my belly. ‘Especially when there is much at stake.’
I shuddered, and his gaze darkened. The melting sensation at my core was familiar, and predictable.
‘Perhaps we should simplify this?’ he said, his intent clear.
He planned to seduce me again, to make me beg, so that he could regain the upper hand, so that he could ensure my compliance. Because he knew I didn’t have any defence against the sensations he stirred so effortlessly.
But when his free hand rose to cup my breast and he drew his thumb across the hard, aching tip, his touch entitled, possessive, I didn’t fight the sensations shooting down to my core or the need flooding my already damp panties. Because I wasn’t afraid of this connection anymore.
My back arched, my body instinctively leaning into the caress.
He let out a gruff chuckle, his voice raw with the same hunger already consuming me. He tugged me closer to stroke my neck with his tongue, where my pulse pounded. His arm banded around my back, drawing me flush against him. I writhed against the thick outline of his erection.
‘The doctor said it will not harm the baby to fuck you…’ He growled against my ear, the crude words startling me.
Was that why he hadn’t taken me on the plane, when I had been soaked in afterglow and desperate to feel him inside me again? Not because he had been trying to control me, but because he had been trying to control himself.
The thought sent power lancing through me. The only way he could use this incendiary chemistry against me was if I let him. If I enjoyed it, if I indulged it, if I owned it the way he did, he couldn’t use it to control me again.
He kneaded my buttocks, then dragged my leg up to hook it over his hip, dipping slightly to rub the thick erection against the spot where I ached the most through our wet clothing.
‘I will not need to tie you down if I keep you riding my cock, Mia,’ he groaned, the words meant to intimidate me—but the strain I could see on his face only made me feel bolder.
This desperate hunger, this elemental need made us equal because the desire to quench it was unstoppable now for both of us.
I clasped his cheeks, brought his gaze to mine, dry humping him for all I was worth, to relieve the empty ache in my sex—and not ashamed to let him know it.
‘Do I have your word on that, Vito?’ I demanded, throwing his own ultimatum back at him.
Astonishment flashed across his features, swiftly followed by hunger…and admiration.
My heartbeat thundered against my ribs.
Although I lacked his physical strength, and could never be as ruthless or as dangerous, I had bested Vito at his own game—simply by matching his demands with demands of my own. Demands I knew now I would never be ashamed of again.
‘You little witch,’ he barked, lifting me effortlessly into his arms, clasping my hips and forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, making me brutally aware of that thick ridge working me into a frenzy. ‘I will make you pay for that…’
I sank my fingers into his short hair, dragged his mouth to mine, the desire firing through my nerve endings from everywhere our bodies touched, making me feel powerful and free at last.
‘Promises, promises…’ I groaned against his lips before covering his hard mouth with mine.
He let out a pained laugh before grasping my head to angle my mouth and take the kiss deep, while holding me aloft with the forearm banded under my bum.
He marched towards the rock staircase as we devoured each other, my breasts pressed against his chest, the sweet spot between my thighs weeping in agonised ecstasy at the thought of what was to come.
He stopped abruptly, though, as we reached the cliff steps.
‘Dio, I cannot carry you up all those stairs before I get inside you. It will kill me, bella…’ he moaned.
I gazed at him, his desperation making the power charge through me again, burning away the last of my inhibitions. ‘Then don’t.’
He dropped me to my feet on the sand in a secluded area next to the cliffs, then grasped the neck of my negligée and ripped it down the middle, leaving me trembling and aching and exposed to him.
The warmth of the sun on my damp skin was nothing to the fire building inside me.
He draped the torn material on the sand and clasped my hand, directing me to lie on the makeshift bed.
I did as I was told, his expression so intense it brushed over my skin like a physical caress.
He murmured something in Italian, but I could see the fierce approval in his eyes as he followed me down, his hands stroking my curves, learning me all over again.
He hooked his thumbs in my panties, worked them off, then threw them away.
Kneeling between my spread thighs, he clasped my bum and lifted my sex to his mouth, licking and kissing the heart of me.
I rose to meet his tongue, my clit so swollen already it felt like a boulder between my legs.
Unlike before on the plane, when he had been the one in control, coaxing me, destroying me, making me beg, this time he simply devoured me, forcing me to a fast, hard and unforgiving climax in seconds.
The glittering shards pulsed through me, exploding from my core, my mind fraying, my body no longer my own, the power ebbing and flowing as I rode the whirlwind only he had ever caused.
But when he rose over me, releasing the thick erection from his pants, I pushed up on my elbows to clasp him in my hand.
He groaned again as I ran my fingers from the root to the tip, the pulsing heat of him powerful and overwhelming, but also mine.
I slid my thumb across the broad head, gathering the slippery drops of pre-cum, the scent of him addictive.
The sight of his face taut with longing and that huge cock jumping from my touch was so erotic it made my sex hurt.
I needed him inside me, now.
He grasped my wrist to stop me from caressing him. ‘Troppo,’ he growled. ‘It is too much.’
Cradling my hips in hard hands, he forced my knees wide to accommodate him, then palmed the massive erection and pressed it to my slick folds.
‘Lie back,’ he demanded.
I collapsed onto the sand as he entered me, spreading me wide with the thick girth. The penetration was deep, the stretched feeling too much, but he didn’t stop, relentlessly working himself inside me until my muscles relaxed enough to let him in all the way.
I lay shattered, conquered, my breathing coming out in ragged pants, his conquest of me complete.
‘Ah, Dio,’ he groaned, and I knew he was as overwhelmed as me.
Dazed desire darted through my nerve endings, the too-full feeling giving way to exquisite licks of pleasure as he began to move.
He braced himself above me so as not to press against my abdomen. The penetration was too much and yet not enough as each thrust took him deeper. Sensation shimmered, pulsed, that spot deep inside me clenching and releasing in a desperate battle to reach that towering pinnacle.
I clasped his head. ‘Vito, more, harder, faster.’
He pressed his hand to my cheek, his gaze fierce. But then he nodded. Grasping my hips, he rolled until suddenly I was on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips, that huge erection seated deep.
‘Ride me, Mia,’ he demanded, adjusting me, forcing me to sit upright, to take him to the hilt.
The penetration was immense, his cock so deep it felt as if I would choke on it. But as he moved me on him, lifting me up, drawing me down, I began to participate in my own annihilation, chasing the beautiful oblivion galloping towards me.
I rode him as he grasped my breasts, squeezing the sensitive nipples, forcing me into a maelstrom. Sweat glistened, the sounds of our flesh slapping together, the brutal beauty magnificent as I felt him grow even larger inside me.
He roared, lifting into me, hot seed coating my insides as my own brutal climax crested and dragged me into the vortex. I cried out, shattering, riding him for all I was worth before I collapsed on top of him, a sweating, shivering mess.
He clasped my head, holding me against his chest as we sank into the bright cloud together, his heartbeat against my ear thundering as fast and furiously as my own.
My body would always belong to him, I realised, still dazed with afterglow…
But I wasn’t afraid of my addiction anymore, because I knew his belonged to me now, too.