Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty Six
Roberto
She's a fucking sight for me, sprawled out on the bed the way she is.
Face flushed and wet with tears, her eyes are dark pools of desire as she looks up at me, and her hands bound above her head like a sacrifice.
My sacrifice.
I know she can’t get away, but she wouldn't if she could.
It sends a surge of satisfaction through me.
She is all mine.
I've tasted her. I’ve seen how she comes undone for me. But I still need more.
No matter how much she gives, how much I take, it's not enough. It's never enough.
I'm afraid it never will be.
Her scent is all around me, a sweet, intoxicating perfume that's driving me wild. I want to roll in it, drown in it.
I want to fucking live in it.
The way she looked at me while she came, the way she screamed my name, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I want to hear it again.
I want to hear her screaming my name all night long.
The only thing she’s wearing are those sexy heels.
They drive me crazy. She’s got these long legs that look even longer when she’s in a pair of heels, and I like to imagine fucking her in them.
But I want those legs wrapped around me fully. So I get up and slowly unbuckle the strap of one shoe and pull it off, kissing her ankle when her foot is free, then I do the same for the other.
Olivia shivers, curling her toes.
Then I'm back on her, pressing my full weight into her. She lets out a soft sigh.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Olivia," I say, my voice a low growl against her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name."
Her pupils dilate, her breath hitches, and I know she's with me. She wants this as much as I do.
I kiss her then, a deep, possessive kiss that’s a brand and a promise all at once. She kisses me back, a desperate, hungry kiss that tells me everything I need to know.
I could spend a lifetime doing this. Tasting her, touching her, learning every inch of her body.
She pulls at her restraints, not to escape, but from a desperate need to touch me, and it nearly undoes me. The trust she has in me to let me tie her up, to completely surrender her body to me, is a gift I don’t take lightly.
I reach up and untie her wrists. I've had my fun with that. For now.
Immediately, she runs her hands over my chest, her touch as light as a feather.
I catch her hands and bring them to my mouth, kissing each palm.
My cock aches, a hard, insistent throb that demands attention.
I wrap my hand around it, squeezing the base to release some pressure, then I line myself up at her entrance. The head of my dick brushes against her wet, swollen folds.
She's so ready for me, so wet, so welcoming.
I push inside her, just an inch, a teasing taste of what's to come.
I groan, the sensation almost too much.
"You're so fucking wet, Olivia," I grit out, my hands fisting in the sheets on either side of her head. "My dick is going to just slide right in, isn't it?"
I take myself in my own hand and run the head of my cock up and down her opening, teasing her, teasing myself.
"Please," she begs, her hips arching up to meet me. "Please, Roberto."
I look at her, at her face, flushed with pleasure and a desperate need for me. Her body is taut, a bowstring pulled to its breaking point.
She's mine.
All mine.
I thrust into her, one hard, deep stroke that buries me to the hilt.
As she cries out, I groan and drop my head to her shoulder. "Fuck. You're sopping wet." I say, grinding my hips against hers. "You love when I tie you up, huh? When I make you helpless. When I can just take my pleasure out on this tight little cunt."
She whimpers, and I kiss her, a brutal, possessive kiss that’s meant to claim. To brand.
"You want me to fuck you now, sweetheart?" I murmur against her lips. "You want my big cock stretching you open, filling you up, making you mine?"
She moans, her nails digging into my biceps. "Bite me," she sobs. "Please, Roberto. I hate when it heals, I want it always."
A feral grin spreads across my face.
I lower my head and hover my lips above her skin. She strains to arch up against me, but I don't relent.
"Where?" I ask, my breath hot against her ear. "Where do you want me to bite you?"
I'm not going to give her what she wants. Not right away.
I want her to beg for it. I want her to tell me exactly what she wants, to give me every last piece of her.
She doesn't hesitate. "Right here," she says, her breathless, pointing to her neck. "Where everyone can see."
The words send a thrill of possession through me. I want her marked. I want everyone to know she's mine.
She squeezes her tight little pussy around me, drawing a groan from me.
"You want everyone to see it, huh? To know I own you?" I ask her, my voice rough.
"Yes," she says, her body undulating against me, and I can feel the need in her, the desperate, aching need to be claimed. "Yes, I want everyone to know."
"But about work? What will everyone think? The staff, guests?" I ask her, my lips trailing down her neck.
"I don't care," she says, her nails digging into my back. "Let them think what they want."
I love that. The fact that she doesn't care what other people think.
That she's mine.
But I do. When she wakes up in the morning, I don't want her to regret her actions.
I lower my head and brush my lips against her shoulder. "I'll give you what you want, sweetheart," I murmur. "But I'll give it to you where only I can see it."
"Roberto," she whines.
"Don't you worry. I'm going to bite you so hard, you'll feel it for weeks," I whisper my breath hot against her ear. "You'll go to work tomorrow and every time you move, you'll think of me and know you're mine.
A violent shiver runs through her.
I pull back until I'm almost all the way out of her, then I slam back into her, hard.
She cries out, her back arching off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets.
I do it again, and again, setting a punishing rhythm, my hips pistoning into her, my body a hard, driving force.
I'm not holding back. I'm not being gentle.
I'm taking her. Using her.
And she's loving it.
Her hips rise to meet mine, her body moving in a primal rhythm as old as time.
Her cries are a mix of pleasure and pain, a raw, ragged sound that goes straight to my head, and I can feel my control start to slip.
I set a punishing pace, a relentless rhythm that has the bed creaking in protest. I can feel her slick walls clamping down on me, trying to keep me inside, and it's the most fucking incredible feeling.
I'm so close, but I don't want this to end. I want to live in this moment, this feeling of being buried deep inside her, of her body wrapped around mine.
I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her hips, changing the angle of my thrusts, and she cries out, her body convulsing as I hit that spot deep inside her, that secret place that makes her lose her mind.
"Roberto, I'm…" she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. "I'm going to come."
"Not yet," I growl, slowing my pace, deliberately denying her.
She sobs, her body writhing beneath me, a desperate, mindless plea for release.
"Please," she begs, her nails raking down my back. "Please, Roberto."
I want to see her face when she comes. I want to watch her lose control, to shatter in my arms.
But first...
I pull out of her, and she makes a sound of protest, a desperate, wounded noise that tears at my heart.
"Shhh," I murmur, soothing her. "I'm not done with you yet."
I move down her body, kissing my way back down to her wet, swollen pussy.
She's so beautiful like this, all flushed and sweaty, her body still humming with pleasure.
I lick her, a slow, thorough taste, and she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
Then I continue down, not stopping there, and I bite the tender flesh of her inner thigh, sinking my teeth in hard.
She screams, a raw, guttural cry of pain and pleasure, as I mark her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
My name is a ragged sob on her lips, a litany of need and surrender.
I pull back and look at the mark I've left on her skin, a perfect, angry imprint of my teeth.
It's beautiful.
It's a brand. A promise.
I move back up her body, positioning myself at her entrance again.
"You're going to feel it tomorrow," I murmur against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You're going to feel it every time you walk. Every time you sit down. And you're going to think of me. You're going to know you're mine."
I thrust back into her, hard, deep, and she cries out, her body arching off the bed as I hit a sensitive spot deep inside her.
I pull out, almost all the way, then thrust back in, hard and deep.
This is what I wanted. What I've been craving all night.
To be inside her, to feel her wrapped around me, to hear her crying out my name.
She’s all heat and tightness, a perfect, slick glove that’s custom-made for my cock. The feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her… It's a potent cocktail that goes straight to my head.
"You feel so fucking good," I grit out, my hips slamming into her. "So tight. So wet. So mine."
I'm losing control. The tight coil in my groin is winding tighter and tighter, a desperate, aching need for release that I can no longer deny.
I need to see her come. I need to feel her coming apart in my arms.
The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, the slap of skin against skin, our ragged cries, a raw, primal symphony that speaks of a hunger so deep, so profound, it's almost frightening.
I've never felt this way about anyone. Never felt this all-consuming need to possess, to own, to mark.
But with her, it's different.
She’s not just a fuck. She's not just a conquest.
She's a part of me. A missing piece I never knew was missing.
I’m not going to last. The sight of her, spread out beneath me, her body undulating against me, her cries of pleasure filling the room, it’s too much.
It's too fucking much.