Chapter Eight
Tessa
Antonio kept his hand firmly in mine the whole way home in the helicopter.
And when had I started thinking of this luxury mountain compound as home?
Once we landed, he helped me down, then snagged my hand and tugged to lead me up the stairs back to my suite.
He stayed silent, but not in a cold or unfeeling way.
In fact, he hadn’t let go of me since leaving Knight’s office.
I enjoyed the possessive/protective gesture a little too much for my peace of mind.
I half expected him to say something. To tell me what the plan was, or to ask if I was OK, or to start in about Knight’s report, which he’d read twice on the flight home and once more in the car.
Instead, when we reached the bedroom and he closed the door behind us, he simply stood silently, looking at me like he wanted to eat me up.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
He had the same look he’d had in the sunroom, that raw, undisguised hunger.
Not just for my body, but for the feeling that I was his to keep safe and to fuck in equal measure.
I knew he needed to control me, just not in the way I’d first thought.
I didn’t know exactly what game he played, but I knew I could figure it out. And beat him at it.
Antonio stepped in close to me and bracketed my face in his hands.
He kissed me, hard. Hungrily. His beard abraded my skin as he took what he wanted.
He slid his tongue against mine and I gave his lip a sharp nip, just to see if he’d let me.
He did, shifting his grip and angling my head to kiss me deeper.
He dragged me against his chest, and I curled my fingers around the back of his neck and held on. The heat went straight down my spine and pooled between my thighs to settle with a throbbing ache in my clit.
He let go first, his breathing as labored as my own. He set his forehead against mine and didn’t say a word.
I licked my lips, tasting him. “I thought you said we needed to come to an understanding.”
His mouth quirked at the edge. “I’m a man of my word.”
“You said you wanted me to understand I’m yours.”
“I believe you’re right.” He rubbed his nose against mine affectionately, but the bastard likely knew how much the small gesture turned me on.
“If I’m yours, you have to be mine as well.”
“Fair enough.”
I lifted my chin. “Well? Show me.” I let go of his neck and dragged my nails down the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons.
The shirt fell open, baring his chest. I traced a couple old scars with my fingertips as I explored the masculine perfection beneath my touch.
Thick, heavy muscle rippled with every move he made and the sight was completely mouthwatering.
He caught my hand and brought it to his mouth, sucked my knuckle, then bit down sharply making me suck in a breath. Marking his territory.
“You want this?” I expected him to ask at some point, though most men wouldn’t given my eagerness.
“Yeah,” I said. “I want this.”
He shucked the shirt off, then backed me up until my knees hit the bed.
I didn’t even try to hide my grin, because why the hell should I?
Antonio needed to know what I was made of right from the start.
More importantly, he needed to know I did exactly as wanted and never did anything I didn’t want to do.
The second I hit the edge of the mattress I started undoing the button on my jeans, staring up at him like I was daring him to stop me.
“Gonna make me beg, Antonio?” I dragged it out, sweet as sin, just to see what he’d do.
He didn’t even blink. The man just hooked his thumbs in my waistband, yanked my jeans down with zero hesitation, and made short work of my panties too.
I half-laughed, half-gasped, because the air hit my skin and the man wasn’t shy about looking his fill.
His palms skimmed up my thighs, rough and hot and perfect, and he shoved my shirt up over my head without so much as a warning.
Moments later, he undid the front clasp and tossed my bra aside.
He slid his hands up my sides to cup my breasts, his hands hot and rough and not the least bit gentle. The look in his eyes felt like he burned a hole straight to my soul. He stood there, shirtless, his chest beautifully muscled and scarred. I swear the man looked like he wanted to eat me alive.
“Christ, baby,” he growled, eyes glued to my tits. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“You gonna stand there and watch,” I taunted, “or you gonna do something about this ‘understanding’ you wanted?”
“Goddamned straight I am.” He dropped to his knees and, just as I opened my mouth to give him a sassy comeback, Antonio fastened his mouth on my pussy. He nipped and sucked until I forgot every smart-ass thing I’d meant to say.
I swear to God, Antonio was fucking magic with his mouth.
Two seconds after he sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue, I went supernova.
He ate me out like he’d been starving for me.
His short beard scraped my thighs, and he used his tongue to slowly, methodically, and completely drive me out of my fucking mind.
My whole body jolted, and I fisted my hands in his hair, trying to anchor myself in the roiling sea he’d tossed me into.
I tried to twist my hips out of his grasp, but he just growled and kept me pinned with one big hand locking my hip while the other slid up to squeeze one of my tits hard enough to make me gasp.
I was losing my Goddamn mind! The harder I gasped and cried out, the harder he kept up the relentless assault on my cunt.
He knew exactly what he was doing and every single twist of his head, every pull and flick of his lips and tongue, was designed to break me in the best possible way.
I came for him. Loud and filthy, not giving a shit he’d wrung it out of me in under a minute. Fuck. Yes!
My whole body shook and my cunt throbbed, but I still wanted more. I yanked him up by the hair, glaring at him when he had the balls to smirk at me with my cum on his chin, glistening in his beard.
I grinned at him, sassy as hell, but Tonio wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and just fucking stared at me.
Like he wanted to devour me whole. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by that look.
I’d never had a man look at me this way unless it was to hurt me.
It might make me all kinds of a fool, but I knew in my very soul Antonio would never hurt me sexually.
Whether or not I left this relationship with my heart intact was another matter altogether.
He grabbed my knees and shoved them wide. “You’re mine, Tessa. Say it.”
Oh, hell. His voice was gravel and lightning, a combination of rough and electric I didn’t have the strength not to obey. I couldn’t have looked away if my life depended on it.
My chest heaved. “Yours,” I said. No point pretending. The bastard would see through me anyway.
“Good girl.” He shoved off his pants before he climbed up over me, bracing on one arm, dragging the head of his cock up between my folds, smearing my wetness all over his dick. “Open for me, Tessa. Reach down with your hands and spread your pussy for me and invite me inside.”
Goddamn, motherfuck. If it were possible to spontaneously combust, I’d be up in flames.
Might still happen. I knew I needed to resist Antonio, to not give in to what he wanted so easily.
Before I realized what I was doing, I lowered my arms to reach around the cheeks of my ass to part my pussy lips.
The look on his face said he was as surprised as I was I’d done as he’d ordered.
The difference was that I scowled while he just looked smug.
He pushed his bare cock inside my pussy, slow and easy.
I felt every thick, perfect inch of his cock as he glided inside me, aided by what I knew was a copious amount of natural lubrication.
God, he was huge. He didn’t move until I whimpered.
“You want this cock, baby? You want me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name? ”
“Yep,” I gasped, going for sassy, but the word came just a tad bit too breathy and needy to pull off the tone.
“I’m inside that tight little pussy bare, Tessa. Right now, I’m in control. You want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. But, if I do, I’m going to put my cum inside you. And you’re going to let me.”
Just his crass, graphic demand made my pussy give an involuntary gush of moisture and the combination of his cock pulsing inside me, his dirty talk, and the graphic, erotic image his words conjured nearly made me come again.
I wanted to make him beg, not the other way around!
I wanted to rip that control right out of his hands and fuck him so hard he’d never forget the feel of me, or the fucking madness we created together. But I wanted his cum more.
“You want to own me, Tonio?”
“I already own you.” The husky growl of his voice nearly made me come again, this time while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside my cunt.
“Then mark me,” I bit out in a harsh whisper. “Fill me up with your cum, so I leak you out of my pussy for fucking days.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered before slamming into me, every inch of him filling me to the hilt, and I screamed when he bottomed out, but not in pain.
The sensation consumed me so Goddamn desperate and hot I almost started crying on the spot.
There was nothing gentle about the way he fucked me.
Just thick cock, ruthless thrusts, and the way he locked gazes with me, daring me to not look away from him.
“Mine,” he growled. “Fucking mine!”
“Yours,” I cried. “But you’re fucking mine, Antonio. Don’t you fucking forget it.”
He fucked me harder. Brutal. Perfect. I wanted every fucking second of it. He slammed into me so deep I swore I felt it in my Goddamn throat. Every time I screamed, he grunted back at me as he fucked me like he owned me. Maybe he did.