Chapter 11 Rem
REM
Lena’s taste explodes across my synapses, and I know I’m totally fucked. Defiant, gorgeous, utterly confusing Lena—she tries to hold eye contact but fails. Her eyelids flutter shut, her head grinding against my desk as I tongue her clit.
Everything about this woman is a mystery to me.
Like how fast her scent has invaded my senses, my body already so attuned to her presence I felt her outside my office door before she crossed the threshold.
How every answer she gave me about the Paganos rings true, even if they contradict all of Aldo’s evidence.
How she’s worked her way past my sky-high defenses, each slam of her tiny fist against my chest hollowing out a space beneath my ribs just the right size for her reach in and take hold.
I dragged her in, gave her no choice but to be under my protection. But for all the experience I have thwarting threats to my own safety, I had no idea my Pandora’s Box would take the shape of a tiny, wild-haired woman.
How the sight of that fucking diamond glinting off her hand as she grabs at my desk, trying to anchor herself as I eat her pussy, settles a restlessness in my chest I didn’t know existed until now. And makes me harder than a lead pipe and concrete shoes combined.
God, I still can’t trust her, but I sure as hell want to fuck her.
And oddio, how she’s letting me tongue fuck her. I’ve thrown her legs over my shoulders. Her heels are digging into my back. Lena’s thighs tremble around my ears as I drag my tongue through her wetness.
“Shit, shit, shitshitshit…” She’s cursing, words running together. I can’t stop watching the way her breasts shake as she tries to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling with a rapid beat.
“You like this, piccola,” I say against her clit, the vibrations ratcheting her need higher.
I catch the glint of her eyes, lust-drugged and half-lidded. Her irises are blown wide. I trace that little bundle of nerves with my tongue, over and over and watch as sweat breaks out on her forehead.
“Please…” she begs. Begs. Lena lets go of the desk and grabs my arm with one hand, her nails cutting into my skin.
She wants to come so badly. Wants me to make her come. Her need is slick and hot between her thighs, coating my tongue with every drag through her delicious flesh. Her need turns my blood to fire.
“Say it, beautiful. Tell me want you want.”
“I want…please….” Her voice cuts out as I drag my tongue through her folds, dipping inside her channel. I fuck her like that, and she loses all train of thought.
I want her to be desperate. Mindless. I want her to tell me to make her come.
I pull back only far enough to speak. “You have to say it, bella. What do you want?”
“Make me come.” Her voice is raspy, but her words are clear. Demanding. “Eat me until I come, Rem.” My name on her lips.
That breathy, sexy voice.
Those delicious, filthy words.
My cock jerks, precome beading at the tip. My own body is begging to be buried deep inside her wet heat.
I need to have more, feel more. Hoisting her hips off the desk, I palm her ass with one hand and drag the fingers of the other between her luscious cheeks. I barely brush her puckered hole and Lena stiffens, her body unsure of what will happen next.
“Shhh, little one.” Not yet, I think. But only not yet.
I continue the path forward, groaning against her pussy when my fingers get slick. Her chest pushes sky high, her nipples hungry little points as I slide my thumb into her heat. Her walls clamp around me, welcoming, throbbing. Lena moans.
She’s close to coming. I feel it in the way her thighs tighten around my head. The way her channel throbs every time I thrust my thumb deep. The way her juices coat my face as I lick and suck and bite.
I love it. Her taste, her scent, her weight in my hands and her hand in my hair as she holds me exactly where she wants.
I don’t care that I can’t breathe.
I just care that she comes, hard.
On a scream she does. With another deep thrust of my thumb and a hard nip of my teeth, her entire body arches up off my desk and I nearly blackout as she drowns me in her release.
“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Oh fuck, Rem. Oh fuuuuuck.”
I disentangle myself from her limp limbs, wiping my chin dry as I watch Lena’s head loll against piles of important paperwork.
“Oh fuck is right,” I say. “I could eat you all day, bella. You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
It’s true. So much so I’m worried I’m already addicted.
I watch awareness return to Lena. She takes a deep breath, relaxes the hand that was holding my desk in a death grip. I wait, uncharacteristically on edge, to see if she feels any embarrassment.
The way she holds my gaze and licks her lips tells me she doesn’t. And makes me so fucking lightheaded as all my blood rushes to my already throbbing cock.
“That was amazing.” Lena sits up and traces my mouth with a finger. “Who knew you were so talented, Rem Cosenza?”
The names of all the woman I’ve eaten out should come to mind, but they don’t. I’m hypnotized by her touch, the newly embedded gravel in her voice.
Hypnosis. It’s the excuse I give when my hair-trigger reflexes lie dead as Lena slides off the desk and lands in my lap. No sooner does her naked body touch mine then, brain on autopilot, I catch her ass and squeeze.
Her lips curve into a sinful smile. “Skill like that deserves a reward, don’t you think?”
Whatever made me look at this woman and think she’d be meek?
She’s bucked every expectation I’ve had since the first catastrophic night in her apartment.
She’s defied every order I’ve given, only following my plans when she wants to.
And now, fresh off an explosive orgasm that should have her unconscious, Lena’s straddling the lap of a big, bad man she’s confessed to hating. And is unbuttoning my shirt.
I couldn’t be more fucking astonished. Or turned on.
Behind her, my desk lamp is the only source of light in the room. Most of Lena’s face is in shadow. But I can hear her quick intake of breath as she opens my shirt and reveals the center of my chest.
Long-healed knife and bullet wounds. A mosaic of tattoos. A line of dark hair running from my mid-section to below my belt.
She traces the expanse with her fingertips. Gently. A tease. Both my brain and body protest. Out of nowhere an insane hunger hits me. I want her to score her nails across my skin, to mark her territory. To grip and bite and brand herself on top of all the marks that’ve come before.
Fuck hypnosis. This is witchcraft. Lena is casting a spell over me with her wandering touch, conjuring within me a soul I never thought existed. She coasts her hands across my pecs, trailing them down my abs and I tip my head back on a groan.
When she reaches my waistband, I release one of her ass cheeks, wrap her hair in one fist and pull. Eyes wide, Lena looks at me.
“What are you doing, piccolina?”
Apparently one orgasm wasn’t enough because desire flares deep in her eyes. She bites her lower lip, then says, “I guess I’m getting to know my fiancé.”
It’s not real, I tell myself. The engagement I’ve forced on her is a farce. A means to an end. I know it. She knows it. But my dick is weeping for her and her alone when Lena undoes my belt, releases my fly, and slides one small hand into my pants.
“Oh, fuuuuuck.” Her touch rips the curse right out of me.
I want to close my eyes, want to soak up every iota of sensation, but I can’t stop staring as she uses her other hand to push my clothes away. Leaning back, Lena makes space between us and frees my erection.
She looks at it practically throbbing in her hand.
I’m looking at her, watching her lips part in appreciation and wanting to kiss her until we’re both oxygen deprived.
I use my grip in her hair to drag her head forward, seeking her mouth, but she shakes her head. “No.” She flicks her eyes from my face down to where she’s gripping me. “I want to see you. Watch you. Like you did with me.”
That does it. Any lingering self-preservation I have goes up in smoke.
How is a man supposed to say no to that?
Overwhelmed, I press a hot kiss to her brow and lean my forehead against hers. We both watch as she drags a thumb across the tip of my cock, spreading out the arousal that’s beaded there.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispers.
You. Anything. Everything. “Squeeze harder,” I grit out. “And stroke.” She does both. I swear my ribs crack I inhale so hard.
The ruddy head of my cock disappears into her fist, then reappears, over, over, Lena’s movements growing with confidence with every downstroke.
As is my need to come all over her hand.
I silently recite every prayer I can remember and clench my jaw, trying to delay the inevitable. My defiant one is enjoying herself so much I don’t want it to end.
Lena’s cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, her breasts swaying with every stroke. The room is silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing and her skin sliding against mine.
Lena picks up the pace and my brain starts to fucking melt. The ability to think about anything other than her jerking me off is impossible.
Fuck, I need to come.
So does she.
Releasing her ass, I grab Lena’s breast, squeezing it in time to her rhythm. Her lashes flutter, her fist tightening on the next downstroke.
“Harder,” I say. She does as ordered, her fist practically choking the head of my dick.
“Harder,” she whispers back. I pinch her nipple and tug. She captures her bottom lip between her teeth but doesn’t break contact where our foreheads touch.
My balls are starting to tighten, electric shocks collecting at the base of my spine.
Lena works me, over and over. Her naked body rocks on my lap as she drags her fist up and down my erection.
I touch her breasts, pinch her nipples, her arousal driving mine even higher.
The reality that she’s turned on by jerking me off is almost too much to bear.
My cock is throbbing in her hand, and I know I can’t hold back anymore. “I’m gonna come, cara.”
“Yes, yes.” Her voice is as transfixed as her face. Lena weaves her free hand into my hair, holding tight as she drives me higher.
“I’m gonna come all over your hand,” I warn her.
The warning—the promise—makes her moan and that deeply sexy sound hurls me over the edge. We both watch as my cock jerks, jet after jet of cum painting Lena’s hand and my stomach white.
My climax seems to last minutes, my release sloppy and getting all over our skin and my clothes. Lena doesn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, it’s the opposite.
Arousal radiates off her, her body caught in tiny shivers even as mine comes down from the high.
I kiss her. She kisses me back. It’s fierce, hot. Loaded with emotions and complications neither of us is going to think about.
Lena wiggles her ass, needing more. I can’t deny her.
Her legs are open wide on my lap, her pussy completely exposed to me. I touch her. She’s dripping. I kiss her harder, licking up her cries as I swipe a finger over her clit. Once, twice. She breaks the third time, pleasure convulsing through her body as she locks me in an unbreakable grasp.
Yup, like I said. I’m totally fucked.