Epilogue
GIO
“Don’t stop,” she quickly whispers.
I don’t have any plans to. If watching her fall apart is the last thing I see before hell calls to me, then I’ll gladly meet the devil with a smile on my face.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries when I thrust deeper, hitting her G-spot, sucking her clit into my mouth.
Her body shudders like she’s about to let go, her whimpers of pleasure climbing higher. And with another swipe of my tongue, she screams out a curse.
“Oh, fuck!” Two fists pull on my hair as she comes all over my tongue, tasting like poison and honey twined into one.
Before she can realize what I’m doing, I gradually climb up her body while reaching into my pocket.
My body drops over hers, fitting just right, my cock rocking between her thighs as I lift her hand in the air. Silver cuffs dangle from my grasp, and within seconds, I have her wrist in one of them.
“Wha—what the fuck?” She looks up, trying to push me off just as I fasten the other end to one of the poles of her headboard.
She yanks her arm, eyes laced with rage, just as I start to rise off the bed. She stares up at her restrained hand before her gaze darts to mine, daggers shooting out of it.
“You have two seconds to let me go,” she hisses, grinding her teeth.
I fold my arms across my chest, popping a brow. “Don’t think I will.”
The flush on her cheeks is all kinds of sexy, and so is that glare.
I stare with a satisfied expression. “You look too good lying there, all flushed and spread open like my personal offering.”
She groans, balling her hands. “I’m going to kill you for this, whoever you are, whatever the fuck your name is. And nothing and no one will save you.”
“I’d like to see you try, bambina.” My eyes take a lazy stroll down her body, her pink pussy still completely bare and glistening. “Seems like whenever you pretend to hate me, we end up with you coming like my personal little whore.”
“You bastard!” Her cheeks turn crimson and her eyes narrow. “This is not funny. You’d better let me go. Now!”
“Nah.” A proud smile plays on my face. “I think instead, I’m going to teach you a lesson that lying to someone will get you into lots of trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” Her chest rattles with forceful breaths, her wrathful gaze hungry to make me her next kill.
“This kind.” I settle on the edge of the bed, taking the right side, my hands cupping her hips, fingers delving deeper while she watches me, making no attempts to push me away.
She clasps the comforter with her free hand, her gaze hard, yet slinking with her unsurmountable desire.
When will she realize fighting me will get her nowhere? Though I do enjoy it when she fights.
Before she has a chance to protest, I flip her over, her hips on my lap, her ass mine for the taking. And what a beautiful ass it is.
“W-what the hell are you doing?” she stammers, peering over at me from behind her shoulder.
But the way her voice swells with an erotic current lets me know she has no qualms about what my palm plans to do to that ass.
I fist her hair, yanking her head back, keeping her head prisoner, while my heavy hand lands hard and loud against her round and curvy behind.
“Does that answer your question, Red?”
“You are not spanking me.” Indignation settles on her features as she fights my hold, staring at me with a twist of her neck.
Yet…her hips grind against me like she’s enjoying this a little too much.
So I do it again, spanking her ass harder with a grin on my motherfuckin’ face. “Who’s gonna stop me?”
“Shit,” she cries when I let my palm slide under her, working her clit on it, forcing her to ride my hand as she groans.
She’s fighting it, fighting the sensation drifting through her limbs.
She’s slick and sensitive, throwing her head back, her low moan of satisfaction trembling throughout her body.
“Look at me.” I slap her roughly. “Look at me, Red, or I stop and leave you here begging for it.”
“Fuck you,” she seethes.
My finger sinks inside her real slow, my eyes locked on hers as I curl it inside her, twisting and thrusting.
“Oh, shit,” she whimpers with parted lips.
“You like that?”
She clenches her jaw.
“Stubborn girl.” I add another finger. “I asked you a question.”
I slam inside with a single thrust up to my last knuckle, pushing deeper with every stroke.
She tightens her thighs around me, not wanting to come. But her eyes roll and her features grow tense.
“Since you’re really not enjoying yourself, bambina, maybe I should stop.” I slip my fingers out of her and grab a handful of her ass, taking a little bite before I throw her back on the mattress.
As soon as I rise, she attempts to grab my forearm.
“Wait,” she calls.
But I’m already walking away.
“Don’t you dare leave me like this!” She flips to her front and roughly pulls down her dress, but that short thing barely covers her.
And I’m back to wondering why she didn’t want to take it off for me in the first place.
“I’m not leaving.” I stare at her pussy for a moment, flicking my eyes back to hers. “But I’m hoping in the meantime that the ache between those gorgeous thighs tortures you into obedience when I return.”
“Where the hell are you going?” Her eyes narrow.
“Going to take a shower, then order some takeout. And if you’re a good little girl, maybe I’ll feed you.” I give her a once-over, a smirk overtaking my face. “You look so good handcuffed to the bed.”
She huffs with rage, her cheeks growing crimson as she stares at me like she’s going to rip my head right off. It only eggs me on.
“Where are your clean towels?”
A vein practically explodes from her neck.
“Fine, don’t tell me.” I shrug. “I’ll find them myself.”
“Folded in the fucking bathroom,” she hisses, ready to stake me. “Don’t you dare go rummaging through my things.”
“Why? Hiding a vibrator in your panty drawer?”
I start for the dresser, and she instantly sits up against the headboard, her shoulders rocking with such force, I wonder why there’s no steam coming out of her head.
“Maybe I can use it on you when I’m nice and clean. Would you like that, bambina?”
She stares heatedly at me while I chuckle, heading for the top drawer, and as soon as I open it, my grin widens.
“Look what we have here…” My fingers skim across all those lace panties and bras neatly folded.
And just as predicted, there’s a bright pink vibrator tucked in the corner, one end with a suction cup and a tongue-looking thing.
Wow.
“My, my. Little Red likes to play, huh? Well…” I grab the toy and stride back to her. “Lucky for you, I have all night to see how many times I can make you come with this thing.” I lean into her ear. “Then if you’re lucky, I’ll let you come on my cock.”
She stares at me with ire, scoffing as she glances at my dick. “Please. I bet you’re five inches.”
I extend a hand and grab her jaw, tilting up her face. “How about we double that number? Will that do, Your Highness?”
Her chest trembles as she pants like she’s about to come. I watch her toes contort, her thighs tightening into themselves.
I drop her toy beside her and let my fingers skate down her torso, my eyes on hers as my fingers flick her clit.
She gasps right before I force three fingers inside her hard.
“Oh, God!” she screams, gaze perched to mine while I clutch her throat, thrusting so deeply and roughly that her walls clench, her sounds of pleasure loud and shameless.
She couldn’t control this if she tried.
“Yeah, that’s it. Spread those legs wider, let me finger-fuck that perfect pink pussy. And when I finally give you my name, that’s all you’ll be screaming for the rest of your life.”
“I’ll never say your name,” she groans. “Unless it’s to curse you to the pits of hell.”
“Will you come with me, baby?” I decrease my tempo until I stop completely and slide out.
She grunts in frustration, fighting to get me back inside her.
“Greedy girl.” I slap her wet cunt.
“Oh, f-f-fuck…” Her body heaves as she attempts to control her breathing.
Picking up the vibrator, I straighten to my full height and roll it up and down her thigh, purposely avoiding her core.
My smirk only pisses her off, blistering contempt snagging her features.
“Uncuff me and get the fuck out of here.”
I place the toy on her nightstand. “I know you’re used to telling people what to do, expecting them to listen.”
I drop my face close to hers a second time, my lips fledging across her ear. Her breath hitches.
“But I’m not your boy-toy, Red. So I’m going to go take my hot shower, and when I’m done, I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
I right myself, starting to undo the buttons of my suit jacket, shrugging it off before placing it on the edge of her bed. My fingers lower to my belt and I begin to remove it, the clinking reverberating through the room as she watches me, unable to take her eyes off my movements.
The shirt comes next, the pants and boxers following, until I’m completely bare. My cock is thick and heavy, and her eyes definitely don’t miss that.
“Like what you see, bambina?”
“No,” she snarls.
“I think you do.” I fist myself, stroking nice and slow. “I think you like it a little too much.”
“I bet you don’t even last long.” Her tongue swipes across her lips, her eyes bouncing between me and my dick.
“Oh, baby, you didn’t just say that.” In one quick step, I’m right beside her, my hand snapping around her nape, tugging her hair back and forcing her to look up. “Just for that, I’m gonna fuck you for hours until your body can’t physically come anymore.”
“That’s not even possible,” she challenges with a glint in her eyes.
“I’ll make it possible.”
Her exhales ravage faster, her chest climbing higher and higher, and goddamn, I have every urge to rip that dress to shreds and fuck every inch of her.
“Now…” I drop my hand to my side. “I’m going to go get clean, and I expect you to stay here and not cause trouble. Think you can manage that?”
“Go fuck yourself,” she grates.
“I think I will, thinking about you.” I take a lazy stroll down her figure. “At least in my fantasies, you’re looking at me like you like me and not like I’m Satan.”
She flips me off while I chuckle, turning to head out into the living room and finding the door to the bathroom.
Stepping inside, I turn on the water, letting steam fill the room.
The scorching drops run down my body when I walk in, washing away the invisible grime on me from someone I killed tonight.
Minutes later, the sound of a bang and then another loud crack swells through the room.
What the hell?
I quickly shut off the water and grab a towel from the stand beside me. Drying myself with one, I take another to wrap around my hips. I’m out in seconds, marching back to the bedroom, wanting to make sure she’s okay.
But when I return, I don’t see her at all, and that pole she was attached to? It’s missing.
“Shit.”