Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Anton
I pressed into the liquid heat that had gathered between her legs, stretching her with my girth. Inch by inch, I fed her my length, claiming her.
“I will do whatever I want to your body, however I want to do it. This pussy is mine, princess. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I’m yours,” she said between pants.
The sound of her ragged breathing was nearly enough to make me come, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped her hips, preparing for an explosive ride.
“I’m not going to hold back. You’re going to take me—all of me.”
Then I began to move. I started slow, but I wasn’t gentle. I pushed in hard, her breath catching as she absorbed each stab of pleasure. I rocked into her over and over again, working her into a desperate fever.
“I want you to come like this,” I told her, leaning in to kiss the shell of her ear as my hips pumped. I kissed down her neck and shoulders, pushing into her hot well until she began to tremble. Then, yanking her hips up, I pushed forward until the tip of my cock was pressing against her very core. Instantly, she cried out from the pressure of me being so deep.
“Oh, God!” she gasped in shock.
And that’s when I felt it. Pleasure shot through my veins as the walls of her pussy began to constrict around me. She sheathed my cock in heat, pulsing with desire. I pulled back slowly, then drove all the way home.
Again and again, I impaled her with a savage rhythm, needing to feel her orgasm more than I needed my own. Her body writhed with pleasure, taking all that I could give. I gave her bottom a sharp slap, testing her response. She had liked it the last time I did it, but I had restrained myself, not wanting to push her too far.
She moaned, so I hit her again. But this time, I struck hard enough to make her skin turn pink.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Please. Again!”
Fuck, this woman.
I groaned and brought my hand down on her ass a third time. I continued to spank her until she began to vibrate around my cock, ever closer to that teetering edge. Her pussy tightened with each smack as she met me thrust for thrust, pushing back with surprising strength. Without being able to brace herself with her hands, matching my thrusts couldn’t have been easy.
Still, I continued to possess her. And when she finally came, the visual she created as the climax rocketed through her body compared to nothing else. Her back arched as her hands strained against the tie binding her wrists. Her sex tightened like a vise, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
With my cock still buried inside her, I moved to untie her wrists. Once she was free, I pulled out of her wet heat and flipped onto my back. Then I dragged her over the top of me, positioning her to straddle my hips.
“Ride me, princess.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but the shock didn’t last. Her expression quickly turned dark, blue eyes burning with a provocative and sultry glow, conveying a need I couldn’t describe. She slid her hands down my stomach, wrapping her slender fingers around the base of my cock. Rising up on her knees, she positioned her body so she could slowly lower down, taking me fully into her.
The groan that passed my lips came from the gut, deep and rasping. She constricted around me, her heat like silk, wrapping me in her warmth. When she began to move, I raked my eyes over her as she rode me with her head thrown back in shameless bliss. Her breasts bounced with every move, her pace destined to push me over the edge. Serena was a goddess in bed, driving me to the point of madness. I was so close, but I couldn’t come yet. Not without her. I wanted her orgasm first.
“Think about the club, Serena. What it felt like being there. One day, I’m going to fuck you in a place like that—where everyone can hear your screams.”
She moaned at my words, and her eyes turned glassy, as if she were living in an alternate world. My cock throbbed and pulsed, the pleasure like liquid gold running through my veins.
“I’m going to come. Meet me there,” she pleaded.
Her desperation nearly broke my sanity. I was completely lost in her. In this. In the moment. I thrust up hard, matching her movements while she drove me to an unbelievable height. The pace grew erratic, more jerking and demanding. Our gazes locked, and she tightened around me. I pushed up, piercing her, and she cried out my name.
“Anton! ”
“Give it to me now, Serena,” I demanded, my voice rough.
At my words, she exploded like a bomb, but I didn’t stop moving. I continued to piston up into her, my hands digging into her hips, demanding her to take it. Her back arched and she cried out. This time, I didn’t hold back. I allowed myself to fall with her. My body went taut, straining so tight I thought I would burst apart at the seams, my orgasm hitting from every direction. Rushes of white and color flashed before my eyes, dizzying and all-consuming.
Serena collapsed down on top of me. I could feel her heart racing in her chest, the beat matching my own hammering pulse. With heavy breaths, I began tracing small circles up and down her spine. A warm feeling settled over me, as if I could stay in this moment for the rest of my life. I didn’t know it could be like this.
Such contentment was foreign, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It was far too easy to lose myself in this woman, and that was dangerous. There were too many things she didn’t know about my past—things she could never know. Even with all the mystery surrounding her, I knew Serena defined everything that was good in this world. I was the opposite. I’d done things I wasn’t proud of. I’d crossed lines that I shouldn’t have yet bore no regret for the things I’d done. For me, it was about survival.
Despite knowing I didn’t deserve my Italian princess, I couldn’t help but give in to this flashpoint in time—even if it was only for another couple of weeks. It didn’t matter if I wanted her beyond our agreement. I was a realist. A relationship with Serena would never last. I was too tainted. Too corrupt.
When she shifted off me and settled into the crook of my arm, I closed my eyes. I tried not to think about all the lines I’d blurred in my lifetime, choosing to focus on the soft, warm body of the woman beside me. Within minutes, I fell into my own peaceful sleep.
Flashes of light cut through my slumber like pieces of shattered glass.
I open my eyes and realize the light had been turned on.
My stomach growls. I’m hungry. I’m always hungry.
The air in the room is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume, but beneath it is something worse—something rotten.
I turn when I hear the creak of the door.
I look up but I already know who it is before I see him. I would recognize that smell of stale whiskey, weed, and bad cologne anywhere.
Jerry steps inside, his boots too heavy. There’s someone with him—a shadow in the doorway, broad and faceless. My stomach knots, the way it always does when Jerry lingers too long.
I look around, but I’m alone. I wish my mother was here. She always takes care of Jerry when he comes in. She’d convince him to go somewhere else.
Somewhere away from me.
But she isn’t here now.
She’s gone, off with a john, probably so high she doesn’t remember I exist.
“Look at you,” Jerry murmurs, his voice smooth, coaxing. Like he’s trying to tame something wild. “Getting older, aren’t you?”
Something in his tone prickles down my spine, a warning before the strike.
I don’t trust it—I don’t trust him.
I bolt from the mattress, but I’m too slow.
Pain blooms, sharp and sudden, as Jerry’s hands find me, yanking me back and twisting my arms.
The shadow moves in, and the world tilts as I’m slammed onto the mattress, face down .
Panic.
A scream locks in my throat, claws at my ribs, but no sound comes out.
The bed sinks beneath their weight.
The room is too small.
The air is too thick.
The walls press in, and my mind splinters, retreating somewhere far, far away.
A part of me fractures.
A blur of heat, of breath, of hands that don’t belong to me.
The pain is overwhelming.
Then—nothing as darkness swallows everything whole.
My body jolted awake, heart slamming against my ribs like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my skin damp with cold sweat. Darkness coiled around me, thick and suffocating.
Another body pressed against my backside, holding me down. My pulse pounded like a war drum, a deafening rhythm of terror. I lunged away, twisting violently, my instincts taking over before reason could catch up. A growl tore from my throat as I wrenched free, flipping the attacker beneath me. My forearm crushed against their throat while my freehand captured their wrists above their head.
The shadow writhed, gasping, but I held firm. I had him now. I had him .
“Not this time,” I snarled.
My grip tightened. The bastard wouldn’t take this from me. Not again—never again.
But something was wrong.
The face beneath me blurred, flickering between past and present like a broken film reel. Jerry’s smirk. The stranger’s grin. And then, ocean blue eyes were staring back at me, wide with shock and fear.
No, no, no.
Reality came crashing back, blindsiding me with the horror of what I’d just done. My grip loosened instantly, my breath still ragged as I stared down at my beautiful Italian princess.
“Serena,” I rasped.