CHAPTER TWO #2
He placed his forearm on the mat and rested his palm on my head. His other hand was gripping my waist, holding me still as he fucked me hard and fast, slamming into me over and over again.
My arms wrapped around him instinctively, fingers pressing into the muscled planes of his back as I urged him on.
“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder, Beast.”
As always, my Beast delivered, giving me exactly what I asked for. He shifted his position slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting a spot that made my toes curl and my back arch off the mat.
I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, fucking him back, unable to be still under the onslaught of pleasure. In the background of our symphony of skin slapping against skin, Eve’s ringtone filled the air again.
The cheerful melody was overshadowed by our grunts and moans. Needless to say, we both ignored it. Eve would have to wait, or better yet, go to cooking class without me. I once again found myself in a dick trance and wouldn’t be free of it until his cum was leaking from me.
Stefano lowered his mouth to mine as he continued his relentless pace, claiming my lips in a fierce kiss that matched the intensity of his thrusts. I swear this man was a beast with his cock and his tongue. Oh, I couldn’t forget about his fingers.
Whether he was massaging me or fingering me, his ten digits knew just how to touch me, just where to press to make me come apart. His tongue danced with mine as he pounded my body, a body that was made for him, a body that was completely addicted to him.
My name is Sienna Keys, and I’m an addict.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. And no, I didn’t want help. Don’t save me. I don’t want to be saved. I was addicted to this man’s love, his touch, his taste, his cock. All of me craved all of him.
When we were apart, I found myself counting the hours until I could have him beside me again, inside me again. If that wasn’t addict behavior, I didn’t know what was. When he pulled away from the kiss, he lowered his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling.
“Come on this dick, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
My inner walls clenched around him at his command, but I wasn’t ready to surrender just yet.
“Make me,” I challenged, my tone and gaze defiant.
My words caused the sexiest, most sinister grin to spread across his face. Before I could even think about my next sassy retort, he’d slid out of me and flipped me over with a speed and strength that left me momentarily disoriented.
I found myself on my hands and knees, my ass in the air. I gasped, shocked at how quickly he’d maneuvered my body into the position he wanted me in. I started to look back at him, but he placed his hand against my throat and squeezed gently.
“Keep looking forward, Il mio cuore,” he whispered.
Aww, he’d called me his heart.
How could I not obey when he talked to me so sweetly? I faced forward, staring at the far wall of the gym, hyperaware of his hand around my throat. This position made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.
Plus, I knew how much he loved seeing me this way, how much it turned him on to watch my ass jiggle as he fucked me. Reverse cowgirl had become one of our favorite positions. Doggy-style was a close second.
On my hands and knees, I waited for him to fill me again, my body humming with anticipation. But instead of sliding into me right away, he squeezed my throat lightly as he trailed his other hand down my spine.
The lights were on in the gym, so he could see every inch of my exposed skin, including the scars that littered my back, permanent reminders of the life I’d led, the battles I’d fought and survived, the abuse I’d endured.
I swallowed hard against his palm, hating that I was still a little self-conscious about him seeing them, even though his body bore similar marks. My beast and I were alike in so many ways.
Those similarities made our bond stronger. Because of our dark pasts, we understood each other better. I shivered as his hand continued its descent.
“My beautiful butterfly,” he muttered before bending down to press a gentle kiss to one of the more prominent scars. “If I could bear all of your burdens for you, past and present, I would,” he whispered.
The tenderness of his gestures and words made my throat tighten. I blinked back tears as his hand continued its exploration. He pressed his lower body against mine, letting me feel the hard length of his cock against my ass.
I rocked back, wordlessly begging him to continue, to fill the emptiness inside me that only he could satisfy. I wanted to see more sex glitter.
“Be patient, beautiful,” he whispered. “I’m going to give you this cock. But I’m going to wait until you’re on the verge of needing it so badly that you’re willing to beg for it. That’s your punishment for not coming when I told you to.”
Fuck all of that.
I wanted that dick, and I was ready to beg right now. When it came to my beast, I had no shame.
“Please, Stefano, fuck me right now!” I begged. “Pretty please, my savage.”