Chapter 34 #2
“So what do you say? Want to be perfectly imperfect together, or are you going to keep me guessing until I’ve died from old age?”
With a rough exhale, she glances up to the ceiling before her attention returns to me. “Fine, you idiot. I’ll marry you.”
Then, with a huge grin, she extends her hand toward me. And fuck, do I rush to take the damn ring out and stick it right on her finger just in case she changes her mind.
She stares at the four-carat solitaire with a rose gold band. It reminded me of her: beautiful, strong, shines brightly all on her own.
“It’s…wow,” she whispers, unable to peel her eyes off her finger.
I rise to my feet. “You know this actually means you’re going to have to marry me, right?”
“Unfortunately.” She grins.
“Then why the hell are you smiling?” My palm rounds her jaw, tugging her mouth for a quick kiss, growling when she makes a moaning sound.
“Just shut up,” she whispers, then smashes her lips to mine.
She groans as I take over, ravaging her mouth while her feminine sounds of pleasure come in waves. Her hands are on my back, nails clawing as I grunt deep in my chest.
I want to fuck her like a damn animal. Just throw her on the floor, ass up, pounding into her while pressing her cheek to the ground with my palm.
Without my mouth leaving hers, I curl my arms under her thighs and lift her up in the air, her body sculpting perfectly to mine.
Her arms loop around my neck as I lead her up my spiral staircase.
Pushing open the bedroom door with my foot, I lower onto the bed, still kissing her, my body dropping over hers.
Her fingers are everywhere as she groans, the sounds vibrating between us while she grinds her hips around my throbbing cock.
With a shove across my chest, she forces herself on top of me, sitting there and staring down at me like she’s a goddess on top of her throne.
Her eyes take in the ring on her hand, a smile twitching on her face. “I’m gonna tell him tomorrow when I get back. I’m gonna tell my father about us.”
I rise on my elbows and fasten her hair around my wrist, dragging her down against my mouth. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”
My teeth graze her jaw, my cock thick and ready for her.
“I think I can tell.” She moans, rocking herself against me.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
Her hands go to my hair, gripping hard as she gyrates into me, making my cock ache to be inside her. She’s still wearing that dress from the wedding, and I glide my fingers up the top of her thighs, slowly drawing up the gown. And it’s then I remember…
She’s not wearing any panties.
Instantly, I flip her under me, pushing my weight into her body, yanking up the dress until she’s exposed. My length is pulsing, wanting desperately to feel her bare.
“Stay right there, and don’t you move,” I warn while I rise off the bed, watching her chest flail with barraging intensity.
My hands go to my tie, undoing it while I stand between her feet, hanging off the bed, her body ragged and turned on as she watches me.
“Sit up,” I demand when the tie is free.
“Why?” There’s a glint of challenge in her gaze.
“I won’t ask again, bambina. Sit up.”
Her inhales and exhales grow shallow as she does what I asked, squirming on the bed, all aroused. I lean over and wrap my tie around her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asks on a whisper, but in her voice, there’s more excitement than fear.
“It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you, Red.” The back of my hand strokes the curve of her jaw, and every hair on her arms rises to attention. “Too many nights spent thinking about you. Too many nights remembering how good it felt when I was inside your wet and warm cunt.”
She shifts uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed.
“I’ve missed you, baby, and I’m done waiting. I need to feel you clenching around my cock. I need to feel you come.”
With a palm, I push her back down on the bed.
“Lift up your dress and spread those thighs wide.”
Her throat bobs as those fingertips roll over her pebbled nipples, poking from within her dress.
“Come on now, bambina. Show me that pretty pussy before I rip that damn dress off of you.”
She groans, squeezing her tits together before she traces her fingertips down her body, reaching the mid-thigh as she gathers the material in both hands and lifts it up.
An approving growl rumbles out of my throat when she spreads those legs open and shows me that glistening pussy I’m about to make a meal out of.
“So beautiful…”
My hand draws closer, knuckles brushing up inside of her thigh. And with a quick jerk of my palm, I give her pussy a hard slap.
She cries out when I hit her clit, so I do it again, pressing on her sensitive flesh with my thumb.
“You like that, don’t you, my dirty girl?”
She moans a heady reply, and I give her another hard blow, grinding my palm against her achy flesh. Her hands fist the sheets as she rolls her ass deeper into the mattress. I haven’t been inside her in over a year, not since I used those cuffs on her in her apartment and she escaped them.
I haven’t even so much as looked at anyone else since her. Because there is no one else who could hold a candle to this woman.
I love that she can’t see me, won’t see the things I’m gonna do to her, the things I’m gonna make her feel.
My fingers roll up her knees before I start undoing the buttons of my shirt, tugging each sleeve while I watch her squirm. I toss the cotton on the ground, and my hands go to my belt next.
Her curves contort languidly when the sound of clacking resonates through the room. Folding the belt in half, I run the cold metal buckle in between her breasts.
“Gio…oh God, what are you doing to me?” she pants, writhing beneath me.
With both hands, I palm her breasts, squeezing them. Before she realizes what I’m doing, I grab hold of the V of her dress and roughly split the material in half, exposing her full breasts, cupping them, kneading them in my palms as I groan at the utter perfection.
“You’re a damn dream,” I say while I loop my belt into double handcuffs.
Her gasping breaths come in waves as I run the belt over one stiff nipple, drawing the leather down her body until I slide it between her wet slit.
“Oh, fuck,” she mutters with a whimper when the rough edge of the belt flicks over her clit, until she’s arching her back as though she needs more. “I’m so close!” she cries, begging for release that I’m not ready to deliver.
“Not yet,” I warn, withdrawing my touch, reaching toward the nightstand to pick up something special I purchased just for her.
She curses in frustration, her hips jutting out for more.
I slip my palms under her hips and flip her onto her stomach, harshly tugging the rest of the dress down until it falls past her curves, pooling around my feet.
It’s a good thing I have clothes for her in my closet, the ones I had my assistant from work purchase. I was hoping there’d be reasons for Red to wear them.
Her face turns as though to look at me even though she can’t see a thing. And slowly, I let my fingertips trace down every scar, every instance of pain she was made to feel.
She flinches, her breaths jagged and uneven. I hate that she’s still uncomfortable for me to see her scars. I hate it so much it fucking hurts.
“You’re mine, Red. Every breathtaking inch of you is mine.” I drop a knee beside her and replace my fingers with my mouth, kissing up her spine.
“I’m not breathtaking,” she breathes.
Knowing she thinks of herself that way makes me want to find Sergey and torture him for years until I give him the mercy of death.
Gently, I swipe the hair away from her shoulder and lower my lips to her ear.
“That’s where you’re wrong, bambina.” My whispered words are rough and thick with meaning. “But that’s okay. Don’t believe me. We have years for me to convince you.”
I fit a hand between our bodies and stroke her between those thighs. Her pleasure-filled sounds make my cock jerk.
“I’m gonna remind you how beautiful I think you are.” My warm breath laces up the nape of her neck. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She nods.
My eyes fall to a sharp close, and I inhale a long breath, a smirk curling over my mouth. Because this is the first time she admitted out loud that she trusts me. And to her, that means something.
“You’re safe with me. Remember that.” Then I take both of her wrists and loop them into the belt cuffs I created, tugging one end until they’re snug around her.
“You better not leave me like last time,” she teases with a slow wind of her mouth.
“Not a fucking chance.” I rise momentarily, just enough to flip her back around and settle myself on the bed, placing her on top of my chest. “Sit on my face, Red.”
“What?” Her mouth trembles.
“Come on now, baby. Don’t pretend to be shy. Scoot up and sit on my face. Give me that pussy.”
Her nipples harden, and I pinch them between two fingers, eliciting a groan from her pretty lips. She trembles on top of me, her breath quivering as she starts to shimmy higher up my chest, until she’s got herself settled on my chin.
I chuckle. “I said my face, and I meant it.”
Gripping her hips, I lift her up in the air and lower her right over my mouth until all I can breathe and taste is her and her alone.
ISEULT
His tongue rolls in tantalizing circles over my clit, his breaths hot and ravaged around my most sensitive flesh.
He follows a slow, torturous path until he rims my opening, growling when my nails claw his upper thigh, fingers feathering over the crown of his heavy cock.
I can’t touch him how I want, nor see him, and that only makes me more desperate and needy.