Chapter 20
Anna
The cool air hitting me created a wave of tingling sensations, especially on my most vulnerable parts. I couldn’t stop shaking, but my condition had nothing to do with fear.
Everything about Jaxon was unexpected from his reaction to the man holding the gun to my head to when he’d checked my bag, certain I was working with the man.
Even his controlling attitude outside the coffee shop had been a breath of fresh air in comparison to anyone else who’d ever been in my life.
Now, this.
I twisted my hands in the binding, trying desperately to free myself. His look of amusement had already driven me crazy more than once.
Jaxon had already dropped to his knees. As soon as he did, every muscle in my body tensed.
For all my bravado in dealing with him, I was woefully inexperienced in acts of passion.
The last time I’d been with a man I’d been nineteen.
And losing my virginity to a choreographer had been less than stellar.
Especially since he’d been completely insensitive to my vulnerability and had had no interest in pleasing me.
I should be terrified of the man holding me hostage, but I was excited, his rough kisses alone keeping me wet and hot.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me, his dominance everything I’d craved and nothing I’d shared with anyone else in my life.
While every aspect of the man was calm in his need for control, his eyes told a different story.
Inside he was in need of letting go, allowing the primal side of him exposure to the elements.
Every touch was deliberate, including the way he tugged off one shoe, bending my knee and pressing kisses from my calf to my knee. After repeating with my other leg, I had even more difficulty standing.
He shifted my legs apart, running the backs of his fingers along the inside of my legs. I shuddered and felt my body sliding down the wall. Only when I pressed both hands on his head was I able to keep from falling to the floor.
Even though I wrapped my fingers around his thick strands of hair, I kept my eyes elsewhere. On Zorro of all things. The pup was lounging on the couch, paying us no attention. Meanwhile, I was free floating outside my body, especially when the powerful man blew across my naked pussy.
Every inch of me was shaking, enough so concentrating was close to being impossible. He took his time, touching me, caressing me. Making me feel as if we were true lovers instead of acting on our carnal needs and nothing else.
When he finally spread my legs further apart by pressing both palms against my inner thighs, I stopped moving altogether. After another swath of hot air, he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit.
Maybe that was the moment all was lost, my earlier focus shot, the pleasure too intense.
I took several deep breaths, yet they were labored just as before.
While he was masterful with his tongue, I was still nervous around him.
With every incredible sensation rocking through me, I was pushed closer to a peaceful moment.
I’d thought my vibrator was incredible, but the way his tongue moved in a calculated dance was so amazing I was shaking all over. For a few seconds, the wave of uncertainty hitting me was paralyzing.
He seemed to sense I was ill at ease, gripping my legs and burying his face in my wetness. The way his thumbs tormented my clit forced a series of moans from the very depths of my being.
“Per favore, non fermarti.”
Please don’t stop.
When I was nervous or angry, I reverted to speaking Italian. Panting, I was already close to ripping out strands of hair from how intense the pleasure was.
With a dark chuckle that sent several waves of prickling vibrations through the darkest part of me, he lifted his head. “I have no intention of doing so.”
The fact he spoke the language shouldn’t shock me. In fact, nothing about the man should in the least. He was talented and handsome, dangerous on every level, but that’s why I was so attracted to him.
He lifted one leg, placing it over his shoulder and drove two fingers into my tight channel.
“Holy mother of God.” I pressed my head against the wall as stars floated in front of my eyes. The pleasure was too much, or I was too sensitive. I clawed at his head, yanking with both hands as the scintillating jolts of current rushed through me. He wasn’t gentle nor was he rough.
He had the right touch, allowing me to feel as if I was floating on air.
I was shocked how quickly my body responded to him, every inch quivering. The lights flashing in front of my eyes intensified until I was unable to breathe.
His hold became tighter, his fingers digging into my skin and I knew that his mouth was the perfect weapon. He added two more fingers, driving them in and out of my pussy in a slow and easy rhythm.
As soon as he flexed them open, I felt full, so much so I was forced onto my toes. I jutted my hips forward, and he kept his grip firm as he tormented me with his tongue.
Panting, I was at a loss of every inch of my body, convulsing as if jarred from standing on a live wire in the middle of a rainstorm. And in those few seconds where bliss took over, my vision was completely clouded, the haze unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Yes. Yes… Oh, yes.”
While I had difficulty breathing as the climax rushed through me, he refused to stop, pushing me harder, driving me to the point of sheer ecstasy.
Even as I was floating down from the beautiful mind-blowing orgasm, he was still licking me, sucking on my clit until I cried out.
Only then did he finally rise to his feet, towering over me.
With some difficulty, I tried to focus, noticing the look of amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying every moment of creating filthy sin, stripping away my defenses.
Even though I was exhausted, more so than I cared to mention, I grabbed his shirt with one hand.
There was no gentleness about the way I was manhandling him.
His grin was a reward when I yanked the one side of his expensive dress shirt apart from the other, a feat with my hands still bound.
Buttons flew everywhere, but I didn’t bother acknowledging that.
“You’re ambidextrous.”
“Do you feel the need to make fun of me?” I countered.
“Who said I was making fun. You should register your legs as weapons.”
I massaged his chest with just the tips of my fingers, offering a sly look while even daring to draw a line across my bottom lip. “I’ll keep that in mind. Oh, wait. Maybe you should the next time you try and kidnap me.”
“You call this kidnapping?” His voice was far too husky, drawing me into a sweet moment of longing that my priest would shame me for.
“Yes, I do. I should contact the police.” Slinking down, when I pressed my lips against his chest, he slowly lifted his head toward the ceiling.
“Go right ahead. The police chief is a personal friend of ours.”
“Ah, the big, bad mafia dudes own half the town?” I darted my tongue around his bellybutton, marveling in the salty taste of his skin.
“You bet. But I’m certain you understand the necessity.”
“Why?” I pinched the nub of his nipple and he chuckled, lowering his head.
“You’ll need to tell me, princess.”
“Only if you’re a very good boy.”
With a single dart of my tongue across my bottom lip, I placed both hands on his chest. The man was built like no other human I’d come into contact with.
While the jacket had done a good job of hiding his attributes, the shirt had done little.
But without the material resting on his golden skin, I was able to marvel in his sculpted abdomen.
I’d heard the term six-pack and a few male dancers had come close, but the carved physique of the man standing in front of me was entirely different.
With my eyes locked on his, I slowly eased the material over his shoulders.
The way he held his arms allowed the shirt to fall ever so slowly down his forearms while I trailed behind with my fingers.
Just being able to touch his skin, tracing the intricate ink managed to take my breath away. When I rolled the tip of my pinky across the spectacular blushing pink rose, he stiffened slightly.
That one was personal.
As the shirt floated to the floor, I rubbed all ten fingertips down his chest, daring to throw him several sultry looks while touching his belt buckle.
“Are you certain you’re ready for more?”
“I can handle more than you realize. But I’ll be able to do much more if you’ll untie me.”
“Not a chance. I like seeing you all tied up.”
“Such a bastard.”
He was amused with my reaction, planting both hands on the wall by my head as I caressed his heated skin.
I took my time, enjoying the touch almost as much as the pleasure he’d given me.
When I touched his belt again, he didn’t try to stop me, but the look in his eye was more intense.
I had the distinct feeling he was searching for answers even now.
Whatever the issue with the Russo Cosa Nostra was, it was about much more than the drugs.
As bad as what he’d described the situation had been.
With the buckle unfastened, I struggled a bit to unfasten and unzip his trousers, finally managing to do so. I should have guessed he was a briefs man. Black in color.
Like all bad boys wore.
When I finally freed his cock, I was almost grateful I was required to hold him with two hands.
He was huge, the veins on both sides throbbing.
With his cockhead glistening, I wasn’t paying attention that I was licking my lips from sheer appreciation of his size until he lifted my chin, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
There was nothing quite as sinfully joyful as being able to see every inch of his muscular body.
“Do you like what you see?”
“What’s not to like? But you should remove your trousers. They’re in the way.”