Chapter 19 #2
With one hand I captured her oncoming fist. With the other I wrapped my fingers around her throat, pinning her to the wall.
Her gasp was followed by a laugh as she struggled in my hold even as I used enough pressure her laughter shifted into soft moans of pleasure.
The fire in her eyes held my attention. She was wild at heart, refusing to allow anyone or life itself to get the better of her.
Goddamn, I liked this woman, more so than I should since she could be the perfect femme fatale.
How enjoyable it would be to find out.
Leaning in, I dropped my head. “You like it rough.”
“Che tu vada all’inferno.” Her tone was biting and she tried to turn her head even though I refused to allow it.
To hell with you.
I laughed, allowing my hot breath to drift against her soft skin.
“I do so enjoy when you talk dirty to me.” When I darted the tip of my tongue against her cheek, she winced as if I had intentions of hitting her.
That would never happen. People could accuse me of a list of atrocities, but at some point, I’d find the motherfuckers who’d dared laid a hand on her and they’d suffer.
As I brushed my lips to her ear, she shuddered, a telltale sign of the connection and hunger we both shared.
I’d be damned if I didn’t feel her hand inside my pocket. Was she kidding me? Rearing back, I caught her hand, yanking it free from the linen. In her fingers was the expensive version of a Swiss Army knife.
“Is this what you were looking for?” I turned it over, allowing the glow of light to flash against the steel casing before flicking the blade into view.
Her look of defiance continued even when I pressed the tip of the blade against her lip. “You’re a bastard.” She whispered the insult, perhaps in deference to the weapon I was holding.
“Yes, I am.” I was also practiced in using a knife, only usually for entirely different circumstances.
As I skimmed her throat with the flat edge of the cold metal, the fire remained, the wild look in her eyes providing another story of resilience.
While her breath remained suspended, I could smell her fear, much like the rush of adrenaline sweeping through every muscle had been amplified.
“I suggest you accept I have several skills and not provoke me.”
“What if I enjoy doing so?”
She was still playful, and I realized I had my hands full.
She wasn’t the kind of woman to be intimidated easily.
Instead, I’d need to corral her energy. After folding the knife, I tossed it back into my pocket.
She’d know better than to attempt to use it on me as a weapon.
However, I might need it for something else altogether.
With her being so agile, I took the limited few seconds of opportunity to yank both her arms over her head, wasting no time wrapping her wrists together with the expensive silk. My tie had never looked better. Italian to boot.
“What are you doing?” she didn’t ask, she demanded.
“Preventing you from hurting yourself. Don’t you have a performance tomorrow night?
” I didn’t wait for her to answer, once again crushing my lips over hers.
The taste of her was everything I craved, sweet and tangy at the same time.
I kept her arms over her head while pressing the full weight of my body against her, molding perfectly.
She struggled, at least at first, mewing into the act of passion as if hating every second.
But I knew better. From the minute we’d met, her body’s response had been undeniable.
Her scent of desire had wafted from across the street, filling my mouth with moisture and my mind with the longing to taste her sweet pussy.
Nothing short and sweet either. I longed to bury my entire face into her wetness.
And would.
As she drove her tongue into my mouth, I shifted my hips back and forth. Why not tease her as she’d been doing with me?
When I pulled our lips free, a low, feral growl vibrated from my chest. The sound was almost a warning.
She shuddered in response, still struggling only using her powerful legs instead. “Not this time, sweet angel.” While still holding her arms, I ripped the flimsy uniform top from her body, rather disgusted how easily the seams pulled away. Seeing her lacy bra, my mouth watered all over again.
I continued creating a sense of urgency by making her even more vulnerable. The skirt was hard to rip, but with a single twist of my hand, I yanked it free.
Her gasp was followed by an even more crazed look in her eyes, her chest rising and falling from intense excitement.
I raked my fingers down her cheek, marveling in her luscious appearance.
Blocking everything else out, I rolled the tip of my index finger around first one nipple then the other.
They were already taut and the more I touched, the sharper her breath became.
With my eyes locked on hers, I slipped my fingers under the thin lace.
Her skin was hot to the touch, her smile inviting.
When I pinched her nipple, twisting while adding pressure, she arched her back.
Every aspect of the woman was gorgeous, including the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks.
I plucked the other hardened bud, taking my time until the nipple was swollen and rosy. Every breath she took was more labored than the one before. She moistened her lips, finally opening her eyes.
This time when I retrieved the knife, she didn’t flinch whatsoever.
Including when I brought the sharp blade to her classy yet inexpensive bra. “You owe me new lingerie.”
“I’m certain I can arrange that.” When her breasts were freed, I rolled the tip down her stomach to her matching thong. I took my time, studying her reaction as I traced the flimsy waistband.
“If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working.”
“Anna, if I wanted you scared, you already would be. This is merely… foreplay. Are you wet for me?”
When she didn’t answer, I cocked my head.
“Answer me, my angel, or I won’t give you any satisfaction.”
She blew out a frustrated breath, acting as if she had no intention of providing me a moment of satisfaction.
“Then I guess I’ll need to discover for myself.”
The ache between my legs was at the point of driving me crazy. Instead of cutting off her thong, I shoved a finger through the lace just below her clit. I rolled the tip around her tight bud several times before driving the length of my finger past her swollen folds.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped as if shocked by my actions, even rising onto her toes.
What did she think that would do? I’d enjoyed tormenting her before, learning exactly how her body would react with my touch.
Now that I’d learned, I planned on finishing my earlier task with feasting.
After pulling my hand free, I savored the wetness slickening my finger. Her chest rose and fell as she watched, more annoyed than anything else.
“Very wet. However, I’m not done with you yet.”
As I slipped the knife back into my pocket a third time, I grabbed a handful of her panties. A single snap of my wrist and she was finally free of every piece of clothing keeping her from me.
While very much worth the wait, as I dropped to my knees, the hard twitch of my cock was a distinct reminder that I had needs that would be fulfilled.
And very, very soon.