43. You Belong to Me
CHAPTER 43
YOU BELONG TO ME
R affaele
“Yes,” Isabella pants.
And that breathy sigh is all the confirmation I need.
“This is for Massimo.” I take a step away, and its practically painful to release her. With one hand rubbing her lower back, I pull the other one back and smack .
She jerks as my palm meets her flesh, the crack resounding over the frenzied pounding of my heart. I freeze, my hand still pressed to her warming skin. “Was that okay?” I murmur, something I’ve never asked in a moment like this.
“More…” she whispers, arching her back.
Dio , this woman couldn’t be more perfect for me.
Before I pull my hand back again, I cup her pussy with my free one and run my finger over her pulsing clit. “Do you like that?”
Her hips grind into my palm as she groans a yes.
“One more spank, this one for forcing me to endure that date with Jeff, and then I’m going to fuck that naughty streak right out of you. Understand, principessa ?”
Her head bounces up and down.
“No more dates. No other men. If you ever let anyone else touch you, you will be punished again. And next time, I’ll punish the bastardo too. And trust me, his retribution will be nowhere near as pleasurable as yours.”
“I understand.” Her ass pops up like she’s looking forward to this.
And damn, so am I.
The sting across my palm surges all the way down to my dick this time. As I gently fondle her ass cheek after, rubbing the pain away, I curl my free arm around her waist and dip my hand between her thighs. She’s impossibly wet.
“I want you inside me now,” she whispers as she grinds her pussy against my palm.
“And you’ve earned it, taking your punishment like a good girl.” There’s nothing I want more than to take her from behind, but she’s been bent over for a while now, and it can’t be comfortable.
So instead, I take her hands and help her straighten, then wrap her arms around the back of my neck. Her cheeks are an enticing shade of crimson, and her bottom lip is swollen as if she’s been chewing on it. She looks radiant, fearless, and mine .
I capture her lips, the hunger explosive. With other women, a view of their bouncing ass as I rail into them from behind is more than enough, but with Isabella, I need more. I want to taste her lips, to hear the sexy sounds I coax out with each thrust, to see the blazing desire in her gaze. I, too, want everything with her.
Cazzo … it’s happening.
Her hand curls around my cock, jerking my attention to the fire racing through my veins. She pushes me back against the window ledge until my bare ass hits the cool marble. “Now I want to fuck you while I take in the amazing view.” She straddles me, dropping down onto my cock like she’s been doing it for years. She takes me in and in and in.
I should know better than to ever allow us in this compromising position. My ass is against the window for anyone to see. Luckily, my broad shoulders block most of the glass, hopefully keeping her out of sight. Still, it’s risky and stupid, but I can’t deny her.
Damn, she feels so good, tightening around me, drawing me in like I’m the drug she can’t get enough of.
I suck one of her nipples into my mouth as my fingers tease and toy with the other. Already, her back is arching as she grinds into me, faint moans echoing between us. It won’t be long now, not for either of us.
I’m embarrassingly easy when it comes to her. I feel like a horny teenager. It’s weird and incredible… And I don’t want it to stop.
She presses her palms against the glass, caging me in against the window and her breasts as she rolls her hips. And damn, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Or maybe with her, it all simply feels new and fresh.
“I’m going to make you come with all of Rome bared before you, principessa ,” I whisper as I nibble on her earlobe.
She releases a groan, and goosebumps sprinkle down her arms. “Yes, Raf… I’m ready.”
Gripping her hips, I guide her up and down my shaft, making sure to hit that mythical spot that has her chest heaving over and over again. “Just a few more seconds, hold on for me.”
Her pants become more ragged, but I capture her in my hooded gaze. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, and I don’t want you to clean it up, understand? I want every bastardo at that party to smell me on you. I want them to know without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me.”
Isa’s head falls back as pleasure roars through her, her pussy clenching around my cock and forcing my own orgasm. Her name squeezes out through my gritted teeth as I thrust through the explosive energy ripping through me.
“ Cazzo ,” I growl as the powerful release sucks all the air from my lungs.
Isabella collapses onto my chest, her forehead resting on the tattoo inked over my heart. “Damn, Raf,” she mumbles with a rueful laugh. “And to think, I’ve been missing out on this for years.”
“Because you were meant for me.” The dangerous words dribble out before I have the sense to stop them. My mind is mush after that all-consuming orgasm. My lips thin out, and I drop my chin to her head, hoping she’ll let the confession slide.
We remain like that for a long moment, tangled in each other with all of Rome lit up behind me. I’m still buried inside her, and it feels good. Too good.
“We should probably get back to the party,” she mumbles against my bare chest. Her lips are pressed against the image of the grisly skull, and as if she’s noticing it for the first time, she pauses. “What does this tattoo mean?”
I squeeze my eyes closed, not ready to re-live that moment. “The precious balance between life and death,” I finally mutter.
“It’s beautiful.” She runs her finger across the blood-red roses.
I lift her up, winding her legs around my waist and carry her to the bed. “ You are beautiful.” My cum dribbles down her inner thigh and for an instant, the satisfaction nearly outweighs the burgeoning memories of my dark past. “You’re right, we should get back.” I toss her the crumpled-up dress, then the panties before I step into my slacks.
She stares at her thong then throws it into her hamper in the back of the closet before tugging the skin-tight dress over her head.
“No panties, principessa , really? Are you trying to kill me?” I loom over her, my cock already hardening at the thought of her bare beneath that scandalous dress. “Now all I’m going to be able to think about is that pussy dripping with my cum, when I should be focusing on your safety.”
“And the perimeter,” she teases.
I shake my head, a rueful smile hitching up my lips. It’s all I can do to keep from splaying her across the mattress and fucking her senseless until the damned party is over, and we can finally be alone.
Heaving in a breath, I wind my arms around her middle and pull her close. Dropping my forehead to hers, I breathe her in, her tantalizing scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
“What are we going to do, Raf?” she whispers, our breath mingling.
“We’re going to have to find you a new bodyguard.”
Her dark brows pucker as she regards me. “But I don’t want anyone else. You said it yourself, you’re the best.”
“Normally, sure. But not like this. Not when you’re taking up all the space in my head. Both heads.” I smirk and drop a kiss to her full lips. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow, okay?”
She nods and slips her hand through mine, turning toward the door. We walk like that down the hallway, but as the music grows louder, I’m forced to unwind my fingers from hers. I fucking hate it. I want everyone at this damned party to know she’s mine, but I console myself with the fact that she’s wearing my cum.
Twisting the knob, I hold the door open, allowing my principessa to walk through. A wave of noise slams into me, a mix of laughter, loud chatter and the DJ’s pounding beats. I should be focused on the perimeter as Isabella pointed out, but instead, my eyes are fixed to her ass which has already started to sway to the music.
As I escort her to the middle of the dance floor, the male interns converge like moths to a flame, and that familiar jealousy surges once more. Nope, I’m not doing this again, especially not now with her pussy bare beneath the short dress for anyone to see. I’m too out of my mind to think about the consequences, so when Jeff walks up and asks her to dance, I jerk her back and spin her into my arms.
Fuck it.
Isabella Valentino is mine, and I don’t care who knows it.