Chapter 14
SAbrINA
My bare back arched as I slammed my body against the chilled shower tiles.
I curled my torso forward, hiding my breasts, and yelled, “Get out!”
I flailed my arm behind me in a blind search for the washcloth I’d hung on one of the shower nozzles. The moment my fingers touched wet terrycloth, I seized it and dragged it over my breasts as I crossed my legs.
I slid along the tiles to the far corner of the shower. “I mean it. Get out!”
The shower chamber was a thick piece of glass. There wasn’t even a shower curtain to hide behind. I was completely exposed. Vulnerable.
It didn’t matter if he was the richest man on planet Earth; that didn’t give him the right to just barge in on me naked.
Still, he didn’t speak.
He closed the distance between us in two measured steps and then stopped just short of the shower.
He was now practically within arm’s reach.
The washcloth and the streams of water shooting from the various shower nozzles positioned along the wall served as my only protection.
Keeping my eyes on him, I grasped one nozzle and threatened, “If you don’t leave right now, I’ll ruin your suit.”
And I would. I didn’t care that it probably cost more than my car. I didn’t care that it would actually be the second expensive suit of his that I’d ruined in less than twenty-four hours. If he took one step closer, I would hit him with a stream of water.
A shadow of a smile crossed his tight lips.
It terrified me.
He stepped fully clothed into the shower.
With my only weapon now useless, I wanted to flee, but he blocked the only exit.
The shower stream had turned his white dress shirt translucent, giving a glimpse of his chiseled chest and hinting at some sort of tattoo over his heart. The dark blue of his slacks turned to black as water seeped into the expensive fabric.
Most men would look like a thin, drowned rat standing there in soaked clothes—not him. He somehow seemed bigger. And strangely even more handsome in a magnetic way that made it hard to think straight.
The washcloth barely covered my breasts, but I held it with one hand as I stretched out my arm to hold him back. “I’m warning you. Not one step closer.”
He lunged.
I screamed and raised my arm to slap him.
His hand clamped around my wrist and pinned it against the slick marble tiles over my head.
Before I could scream again, his other hand wrapped around my throat.
With eyes that glowed with an unholy light, he growled, “Never threaten me.”
His mouth crashed down on mine.
I curled my hand into a fist and pounded against his chest, even when his tongue pushed past my lips, consuming me. I could only suck in a quick breath as he tilted his head to the other side and deepened the kiss, all the while keeping his hand on my throat.
I whimpered as the press of his lips forced my own against my teeth. Never in my life had I been kissed so hard that I could taste blood.
I twisted my head to the right to break the kiss.
It didn’t stop him.
His mouth moved down the column of my throat as he shifted his hand to wrench the washcloth, my only feeble protection, from my grasp.
With my other arm still trapped over my head, he ruthlessly palmed my breast while his teeth grazed along my collarbone.
I rose on my toes, crying out as he pinched my nipple. His only response was to pinch me again, harder.
Hot water pummeled against my cheeks while his tongue lapped at my skin.
Again, I tried to push him off. “Please…”
This was too much. I was drowning again, except this time, I couldn’t blame the champagne.
It was him.
All him.
I begged. I came. I broke. All in the span of a single kiss.
His mouth returned to mine as he rasped against my lips, “Give in to me, dolcezza.”
This was madness.
And I’d have to be mad to give in to such a request. Sebastian would consume me alive. He’d crush my bones to dust just from the force of his presence. As he was doing now.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please, don’t ask that of me. I can’t.”
“You can. And you will.”
His mouth fell on mine again, cutting off all protest.
The wet fabric of his suit brushed against my erect nipples as he pushed his hips into my stomach.
I couldn't miss the hard press of his cock.
The metal buckle of his belt scraped along my skin when he lowered to his knees before me. After releasing my wrist, he cupped both my breasts, pushed them together, and ran his tongue along the crease before trailing open-mouthed kisses along my abdomen.
Keeping his hands on my breasts, he commanded, “Open your legs.”
Almost against my will, my foot slid sideways along the slick shower floor.
At the first swipe of his tongue, my knees buckled. In desperation, I reached over and clung to one of the shower nozzles for purchase.
He pushed his tongue along my slit before swirling it around my clit.
I twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled. In response, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my breasts. My head lolled from side to side as wave after wave of agonizing pleasure rolled over me.
I didn’t know if I was fighting or surrendering anymore.
His tongue flicked my clit, laving in slow, steady circles.
With each sweep, he increased the pressure until I wanted to scream from the rising tension deep within my body.
My stomach muscles clenched as he ran the sharp edge of his teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves up my spine.
My hips rocked forward while I braced my shoulder blades against the tiled wall and arched my back. My entire being existed purely for the next subtle movement of his tongue.
Moving his hands over my body, he slipped them between my legs to grab my ass and used his shoulders to widen my legs farther. “I want to hear you beg.”
I lifted onto my toes as my body became unbalanced, supported mostly by his powerful hands.
In this new, even more vulnerable position, he pulled my clit between his lips and sucked.
I came undone.
My cries echoed around the glass shower chamber as my hips bucked against his mouth.
Overcome, I gripped his hair and tried to pull his mouth back, but he resisted and continued to lick and lave at my now sensitive pussy. My lips fell open on a silent cry as his mouth pushed me past my shy resistance to achieve another intense orgasm.
And still, he wasn’t done with me.
I struggled to suck enough air into my oxygen-starved lungs while I rode out wave after dizzying wave of pleasure.
The buttons on his shirt stimulated my now sensitive skin as he rose.
Twisting his hand into my long, wet curls, he pulled, yanking my head back. “I said beg.”
Before I could submissively give in to his demand, he kissed me.
I could taste my arousal on his lips.
It was dirty and intoxicating at the same time.
His fabric-covered cock pressed against my thigh when he shifted. Forcing his hand between my legs, he pushed two fingers into my slick passage.
His teeth grazed the outer shell of my ear before biting my earlobe. “So fucking tight.”
His mouth moved down my throat.
The vibration of his words caressed my skin. “When was the last time a man touched you, mia piccola?”
It had been an embarrassingly long time, but I’d die before admitting that to him.
“You’re not the only man in my life,” I told him brazenly.
The moment the lie left my mouth, I knew I’d made it worse. I might as well have waved a red flag under a raging bull’s nose.
His upper lip rose in a snarl. “Really? Then there is no reason for me to be gentle with you.”
This was gentle?
He forced a third finger inside of me.
My thigh muscles tightened as I reached down to claw at his wrist. “Wait. No.”
His long fingers burned inside of me while my body struggled to stretch around the width.
The pad of his thumb brushed my clit as he violently thrust his fingers inside of me.
He leaned over me to capture one nipple between his teeth while pulling harder on my hair.
My eyes widened when I realized his intent. “No!”
He bit down.
I cried out even as my pussy clenched painfully around his fingers in a tortured mixture of pleasure and pain.
He continued to pound into me with his fingers, bruising my pussy.
Every nerve ending in my body had come alive. I swore I could feel each individual drop of water against my skin.
Once more pushed beyond my limits, I came again.
“Please! Please…” So lost inside my body’s reaction, I didn’t know if I was pleading with him to stop or to continue.
He licked my sore nipple. “That’s what I wanted to hear. You’re so pretty when you beg.”
So much adrenaline pumped through my veins that it was almost as if I were tasting color and seeing scents. I no longer had any sense of self.
He grabbed my jaw and slowly ran his tongue over my open lips. “Now get on your fucking knees.”
My eyes teared as my lower lip trembled. I searched his face for just a shred of tenderness. There was none.
In a panic, I tried to jerk out of his grasp, but he only tightened his clasp on my hair.
“Now, Sabrina.”
Under his sadistic spell, I slowly fell to my knees onto the wet marble tile. Water streamed down my back as I lowered my head.
This was the moment I stopped pretending I had any control.
And stopped pretending I wanted it back.
His knuckles caressed my cheek. “Use your teeth to lower my zipper.”
I ran my lips along the fabric outline of his cock and stretched my tongue out to hook the pull tab.
Sebastian rolled his head back and groaned.
Despite my submissive position, I experienced a strange surge of power.
The tang of the metal tab tickled my tongue when I closed my teeth over it and moved my head down, lowering his zipper.
“Brava ragazza.”
Good girl.
My belly did a warm flip at his praise.
His large hand reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock.
I blinked, lurching back onto my heels as I stared at his thick, pulsing length.
He was big. Like really big. Too big.
His hand cupped my chin. He tilted my head back while he fisted his shaft. “Want to tell me again about all the men in your life?”
Knowing I was completely caught in a lie, I turned my head.
“Eyes on me,” he growled.
I snapped my gaze back to his.
“I lied,” I whispered.
One black eyebrow arched over his right eye. “What was that?”
I swallowed before forcing the words out again. “I lied.”
He continued to fist his cock, moving his hand up and down the turgid length. “Who’s the only man in your life, Sabrina?”
He ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Answer me.”
“Please don’t make me.”
He pushed his thumb into my mouth, prying it open. Then, with a thrust of his hips, he forced his cock down my throat.
My shoulders heaved as the tip hit the back of my throat.
He pulled back and thrust in again, and I struggled to swallow the thick length.
Some sick part of me believed I deserved the punishment for lying to him.
What kind of hold did this man already have over me?
After he thrust two more times, just as my jaw ached, he wrenched me to my feet by my hair.
Pushing me against the tiles, he kissed me. This time, I tasted both of us on his tongue. It was startlingly intimate.
Leaning down, he reached under my hips and lifted me. My back slid along the warm tiles before I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips.
The wide head of his cock pushed against my pussy entrance. The pressure and slight twinge of pain after his brutal finger fucking brought me back to my senses.
“You can’t. We don’t have a condom.”
He bit my lower lip. “Fuck the condom.”
He thrust upwards, impaling me.
I dug my fingernails into the soaked fabric of his shirt as I cried out from the painful intrusion. “Ow! Ow! Stop! It’s too much.”
I was too tight. He was too big.
He pierced me with a glare. “Who’s the only man in your life, Sabrina?”
Resistance rose in my breast.
It was as if I’d burst above the turbulent waters for a last, desperate gasp before drowning. My fight might be futile, but I would still fight.
I tightened my lips as I tossed my head to the side, refusing to look at him.
“Have it your way, dolcezza.”
My insignificant victory was short-lived.
He pounded into me with such fierce violence that I thought he would tear me in two. He even used my body weight against me to drive his cock deeper and deeper inside of me.
At that moment, I ceased to exist. I was only a vessel to be filled by him. I took twisted pleasure in accepting his cock more easily as my inner muscles opened around him.
I actually wanted to hear him call me his good girl again.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong.
He placed open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck as his thrusts increased in ferocity. His climax was close. I could feel the tension in his shoulders.
A surge of submissive power brought my orgasm to the fore, and I tightened my thighs around his waist.
“You can’t come inside of me.” I breathed heavily as my body absorbed his powerful, rocking thrusts.
He rolled his hips between my legs, stimulating my clit, each time driving in deep. Then he latched onto my breast again, sucking hard.
I shifted my hands from his shoulders to his head, pulling on his hair even as I pushed his head against my chest, practically begging him to bite me again. Somehow craving the pain to take me that final bit over the edge into pleasurable oblivion.
As if reading my mind, his sharp teeth clamped down on my nipple just as he shoved his cock in so deep I could feel his balls slap against the bottom curve of my ass.
I screamed when the most intense orgasm of my life was torn from my body.
He opened his lips then his teeth pulled on my nipple.
It was a painfully erotic vision.
The moment he released it, he kept my gaze and licked his lips. “My turn.”
Oh no.
He wasn’t finished. Not even close.
He unlatched my legs and dropped my feet onto the tiles. My head still spun from my release as he turned me to face the wall. Grasping my hips, he pulled them out until his cock touched my ass.
His thighs brushed the backs of mine as he briefly lowered, and then he thrust to the hilt inside of me.
I opened my palms wide and pressed them against the warm marble as my body rocked forward with the force of his thrusts.
I’d been right.
Sebastian Diamanti didn’t have sex or make love.
He fucked.
“Pull out,” I reminded him. “I’m not on birth control.”
I stopped renewing the prescription when I hit a twelve-month dry spell. That was two years ago.
Pressing his front to my back, he wrapped his arms around me and cupped my breasts. “Questo è proprio il punto, bella.”
Oh God. Something told me he hadn’t just gracefully agreed to pull out like a gentleman.
“Sebastian? What did you just—”
He leaned back and spanked my ass. “Say my name again.”
When I didn’t immediately comply, he spanked the other ass cheek. My wet skin made the burn that much more intense, increasing the taboo pleasure of it all.
I wasn’t his lover.
I was his conquest.
His possession.
When I screamed his name, he answered with a growl, spilling into me like he’d won.
And in the silence after, a cold truth settled deep in my bones:
Even with all my protests…I’d walked straight into his trap.