Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
NORA
The Chicago streets blur past the tinted windows of Pietro's Maserati as we speed away from Arancini. My thighs are still pressed together, trying to ease the ache that's been building.
I'm wound so tight I might explode.
"You're squirming," he observes, his voice low and knowing.
"I'm not—"
His hand suddenly leaves the gear shift and lands on my thigh, sliding under my skirt. "Don't lie to me, baby. I can smell how wet you are from here."
His fingers trail higher, barely grazing the edge of my panties before returning to the wheel. The tease makes me whimper.
Oh fuck.
The Maserati dives into an underground parking garage, tires squealing as he navigates down to the lowest level. It's completely deserted, dimly lit, perfect.
He kills the engine and turns to me, his eyes black with hunger. "Back seat. Now."
I don't hesitate, climbing between the seats, my skirt riding up to expose the lace thong I wore just for him. I hear his sharp intake of breath, then he's following me, his large frame filling the space.
The moment he's seated, he pulls me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. His hands grip my ass, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel how hard he is through his expensive suit.
"Do you know what you did to me back there?" His mouth is at my throat, teeth scraping against my pulse point. "Sitting there looking like an innocent angel while I knew exactly what filthy thoughts you had?"
"How did you—"
"I always know." His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt to my waist. "I saw how you were looking at me. I've been hard for two fucking hours thinking about this."
His fingers hook into the sides of my thong, and I lift up just enough for him to pull it down. The lace catches on my heels, but neither of us cares. His fingers find me immediately, sliding through my wetness, and we both groan.
"So fucking wet," he mutters, sliding two fingers inside me without warning. I cry out, my head falling back, and he takes advantage, sucking marks into my throat. "You're dripping for me, aren't you? Been thinking about my cock all day?"
"Yes," I gasp, rolling my hips against his hand.
He helps me with his zipper, lifting his hips just enough to free himself.
''Open the glove box and grab a condom.'' He says and I try hard laying back grabbing it. Once I find and give one to him, he rolls it on and his eyes land on me.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking once, twice, and his head falls back against the leather seat.
"Fuck, Nora." His hands grip my hips bruisingly tight. "You're going to kill me."
I position myself over him, the head of his cock just barely pressing against my entrance. "Maybe that's the plan," I tease, sinking down just an inch before lifting back up.
His control snaps. He pulls me down hard, filling me completely in one thrust, and we both cry out. The stretch is perfect, almost too much, exactly what I needed.
"You want to tease me?" he growls, his hands controlling my movements, lifting and dropping me onto him at a punishing pace. "I'll show you what happens when you tease me."
The car rocks with our movements. The windows are already starting to fog, creating our own private world. His cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, and I'm already climbing toward release embarrassingly fast.
"That's it," he encourages, one hand sliding between us to work my clit. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," I sob, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "Oh God, Pietro—"
"Not God," he corrects, thrusting up hard. "Just me. The only name you need to remember."
He pulls down the front of my dress roughly, exposing my breasts. The bra doesn't last long. He tears it in half, then his mouth is on my breast and I forget everything.
"Perfect," he mutters against my skin, switching to the other breast. "Perfect tits, perfect pussy, perfect everything. Mine."
"Yours," I agree, too far gone to argue. My hips are moving frantically now, chasing my release. "All yours, only yours—"
"That's right." His teeth close around my nipple, just hard enough to make me cry out. "This pussy belongs to me. No one else gets to see you like this, feel you like this."
I love how desperate he is for me, how he loses all his careful control when we're like this.
"I'm close," I warn, my movements becoming erratic.
"Wait," he commands, and I whimper. "You come when I tell you to come."
"Pietro, I can't—"
"You can and you will." His hand leaves my clit, making me sob in frustration. "You're going to be a good girl and wait for permission."
The 'good girl' makes me clench around him involuntarily, and he notices.
"Oh, you like that?" His voice drops to that dangerous purr that makes me melt. "You like being my good girl?"
"Yes," I admit, past the point of shame.
His hand returns between my legs, but barely touching, just enough to drive me insane but not enough to push me over. I'm sobbing now, begging incoherently, my body wound so tight I might shatter.
"Please," I beg. "Please, Pietro, I'll do anything—"
"Anything?" He stills completely, holding me in place when I try to move. "You'll wear what I buy you?"
"Yes—"
"You'll let me fuck you whenever and wherever I want?" He rolls his hips once, making me gasp.
"Yes, God, yes—"
"You'll admit you're mine? Completely?"
"I'm yours," I cry out. "Completely yours, always yours, please just let me come—"
"Come now," he commands, his thumb pressing hard on my clit while thrusting up deep.
I shatter spectacularly, my vision going white, my body convulsing around him. I'm dimly aware I'm screaming his name, that anyone in this garage would hear exactly what's happening, but I don't care. The orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing over me until I'm boneless.
"Fuck, the way you squeeze me," Pietro groans, his rhythm becoming erratic. "So tight, so perfect—"
He pulls me down hard, holding me in place as he finds his own release. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me, marking me internally the way he's already marked my skin.
We stay locked together, both panting, the windows completely fogged now. My dress is bunched around my waist, my bra destroyed, marks already forming on my throat and breasts. I look absolutely wrecked.
"That was..." I can't find words.
"Just the beginning," he promises, his cock already starting to harden again inside me. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
"We can't stay in the parking garage," I point out, though I make no move to climb off him.
"My penthouse is five minutes away," he says, his hands roaming my body possessively. "And I meant what I said. I want you in my bed where I can fuck you properly."
"Properly?" I laugh breathlessly. "What was this then?"
"An appetizer," he growls, lifting me off him carefully. We both groan at the separation.
He tries to clean up whatever he can and tucks himself back in his pants, then helps me straighten my dress, though there's nothing to be done about my destroyed bra or the marks covering my skin.
"Everyone will know," I say, catching sight of myself in the rearview mirror as we climb back into the front seats.
"Good," he says simply, starting the engine. "That's the point."
As we pull out of the garage, his hand finds my thigh again, possessive and promising. "When we get home, I'm going to spread you out on my bed and eat that pretty pussy until you're begging. Then I'm going to fuck you in every position I've been fantasizing tonight."
My thighs clench at his words, already anticipating what's to come. "Drive faster," I tell him.
His answering grin is pure sin. "Yes, ma'am."
PIETRO
The elevator ride to my penthouse feels like an eternity. Nora stands beside me, trying to look composed, but I can see the effect I've had on her. The security camera is the only thing keeping me from taking her against the elevator wall.
The moment my door closes behind us, all bets are off.
I spin her around, pressing her back against the door, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that's all possession and need. She melts into me immediately, her hands fisting in my shirt.
"Bedroom," she gasps when I let her breathe.
"No." I lift her easily, carrying her to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook Chicago. "Here first. I want the entire city to see you come apart for me."
"Pietro, someone might—"
"Let them watch." I set her on her feet, turning her to face the glass. The city lights sparkle below us, and our reflection stares back. "Let them see who you belong to."
My hand slides between her legs, finding her still wet, still ready. The lace of her panties is soaked through, and I groan against her neck.
"Still dripping for me," I murmur, pushing the lace aside. "My cock wasn't enough? You need more?"
"Always need more with you," she admits, pressing back against me.
I work my belt open one-handed, the other still teasing her. "Hands on the glass," I command. "Spread your legs."
She obeys immediately, and the sight of her palms, flat against the window, legs spread, dress bunched around her waist, nearly ends me before we've begun.
I grab the condom I put in my pocket earlier and put it on while pressing her against the glass.
"You're going to watch," I tell her, meeting her eyes in the reflection. "You're going to watch yourself come apart while I fuck you against this window. You're going to see exactly what you look like when you're mine."
I push into her slowly, watching her face in the glass as I fill her. Her mouth falls open, a silent cry, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
"Cazzo, you feel even better than in the car," I growl, starting to move. "So tight, so perfect. Made for my cock."
"Pietro," she moans, her breath fogging the glass.
"What did I say? Watch." I grip her chin, turning her face back to the reflection. "Watch how beautiful you are when I'm inside you."
The sight is intoxicating. Her flushed face, the way her body takes me, the contrast of my darker hands against her pale skin. I increase my pace, and she has to brace harder against the glass to stay upright.
"That's it, bella. Take it. Take everything I give you."
One hand slides around to her front, finding her clit, and she cries out. The sound echoes in my apartment, and I love it. Love that she can't stay quiet, can't hide how good I make her feel.
"Please," she begs, her legs starting to shake. "I'm so close—"
"Already? We just got here." I slow my movements, making her whine in frustration. "I told you, I'm nowhere near done with you."
"Pietro, please—"
"You want to come?" I bite down on her shoulder, marking her again. "Then tell me. Tell me how much you love my cock."
"I love it," she sobs immediately, past the point of shame. "Love how you fill me, how you fuck me, how you make me yours—"
"Good girl." I reward her with exactly what she needs, my fingers working her clit while driving deep. "Come for me. Now."
She shatters beautifully, her whole body convulsing, my name echoing off the windows. I follow her over, unable to hold back any longer, marking her internally as thoroughly as I've marked her skin.
We stay pressed against the glass for a moment, both breathing hard. Then I pull out carefully, turning her in my arms. Her legs are shaking, and I steady her.
"Bed," I say, lifting her into my arms. "Now I get to take my time with you."
"I can't possibly—"
"Oh, you can. And you will." I carry her to my bedroom, laying her on the black silk sheets. "I'm going to worship every inch of you. I'm going to make you come so many times you will end up sore everywhere."
I strip her slowly, reverently, kissing each new expanse of skin I reveal. Her dress, her ruined panties, her heels—everything goes until she's bare before me, marked and perfect.
"My turn," she says, sitting up to work on my shirt buttons.
I let her undress me, watching her eyes darken as she reveals my body. Her fingers trace my abs, the V that leads lower, making my cock twitch with renewed interest.
"Already again?" she asks, eyebrow raised.
"Always with you," I admit, pushing her back onto the bed. "I can't get enough. Will never get enough."
I start at her ankles, kissing my way up her legs, taking my time. By the time I reach her inner thighs, she's writhing, begging incoherently.
"Pietro, please—"
"Patience, tesoro." I spread her legs wider, admiring the view. "I told you I was going to eat this pretty pussy until you begged. We're just getting started."
When my mouth finally finds her, she screams. I work her mercilessly, using everything I've learned about her body, what makes her shake, what makes her sob my name. I bring her to the edge over and over, backing off just when she's about to fall.
"Please," she finally breaks, tears streaming down her face. "Please, I need—"
"What do you need?" I ask, replacing my mouth with my fingers, keeping her right on the edge.
"You. Inside me. Please, Pietro, I'll do anything—"
"You already promised me anything," I remind her, moving up her body. "And I plan to collect."
I enter her slowly this time, watching her face, seeing the relief and pleasure wash over her features. This position lets me go deeper, and we both groan at the sensation.
"Look at me," I command, starting to move. "I want to see your eyes when you come this time."
She forces her eyes open, meeting mine, and what I see there—trust, desire, something deeper we're both afraid to name—nearly undoes me.
"Mine," I growl, increasing my pace. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, her nails raking down my back. "Always yours, only yours—"
"That's right. This pussy, this body, this mouth—all mine. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you, taste you, fuck you. Only me."
"Only you," she agrees, getting closer. "Pietro, I'm—"
"Come with me," I demand, feeling my own release approaching. "Look at me and come with me."
We fall together, eyes locked, and in that moment I know I'm completely fucked. Not just physically, but emotionally. This woman owns me as thoroughly as I own her, and that should terrify me.
Instead, as we lie tangled together afterward, sweaty and satisfied, all I can think is finally. Like I haven't already claimed her. But each time is like the first time. And I want her over and over again.
''Rest. We have a few hours until we get to face hell again.'' I say and her breath comes out slowly, like she's already afraid of what we'll face with fucking Declan.