Chapter 10 #2
Gasping again, I arched my back, only this time with no attempt to escape. I was trying to get closer, rocking with him.
He pushed up on the stairs, able to sweep his heated gaze down to my breasts. The heat from his body was more extreme, slicking mine with beads of sweat. His entire body was tense, every sinewy inch of him creating an almost desperate need to touch him.
Maybe he sensed my body was finally giving in, my mind acquiescing to his power and control because he let my hands go.
As soon as I rolled the tips of my fingers over his shoulder, I shuddered. The light touch seared my skin. I was shocked at the explosive nature of the hard fucking, ready to beg him to fuck me harder. Faster.
Deeper.
With every brutal stroke, I was pushed to a wall, all my inhibitions exposed and tossed away. Obliterated by a dangerous man with no conscience. And yet I hungered for more. I clenched my muscles, immediately rewarded with another even more guttural sound that floated all around us.
His rhythm was perfect, his cock slicing against my thick walls until the electric vibrations were too much to take. I fell headfirst, crashing into the wave of pleasure so powerful, my breath was stolen.
Stars swept across my vision, keeping me as much in awe as the way his cock controlled my pussy. The orgasm was even more incredible than the one before, draining me. Satisfying me.
But he wasn’t done, his stamina unlike any other man. His eyes were wide open, staring into mine as if he was turning the tables and searching into my soul.
As exhaustion and pure pleasure wrapped itself around me, I rubbed his arms, sensing his tension building. Every muscle was rock hard, every inch of him carved to perfection. I wanted nothing more than to be able to spend hours exploring, enjoying nothing more than the look of him.
He slowly lowered his head, nuzzling against my neck, the heat now oppressive.
With a hard jerk, I closed my eyes knowing he was ready to erupt deep inside.
My pussy continued to throb, drawing him in even deeper and when he came, his cock thickened, his actions exactly as I’d wanted.
He was taking me. Every inch. Devouring me as I’d sensed earlier.
With every jerk of his body, I felt him filling me with his seed.
When he was finished, his ragged breathing tickled the skin on my neck. Very slowly he lifted his head. I was shocked when he kissed my lips, the action soft and sweet, completely different than what I’d felt earlier.
I expected him to pull out, to say something about keeping me his prisoner, but the spark returned to his eyes, the same hunger obliterating any exhaustion.
His cock was still hard, still throbbing.
When a smile slowly curled across his face, I knew the moment wasn’t over. Far from it.
“Don’t look so shocked, sweet Catherine. I’m not finished with you. Not by a long shot.”
There was nothing gentle about the man, certainly no real tenderness and as soon as he pulled out, he flipped me over. It was then I remembered we were still on the stairs, books scattered all around, the scent of our sex managing to fill the space.
He positioned me in such a way on all fours so he could collapse his body around mine and without hesitation, he thrust into me again.
His actions were entirely different, as if he was finally losing control.
With every brutal plunge, he jolted my body forward until I was clawing at the back edge of the wooden stairs. Trying to keep from falling.
Hoping to keep from losing myself in the man.
This wasn’t romance. This certainly wasn’t acceptable on any level. This was hard fucking, no emotions, no sensitivity. Just two people with dark carnal needs requiring satisfaction. Every thrust, every touch of his skin against mine pushed and kept me on a sweet plane of nirvana.
He wasn’t finished owning me, fisting a handful of hair, yanking back my head so I’d be forced to accept all of him. Every inch. Every bit of control. I was locked in the moment and with the man who refused to let me go.
There was a vacuum around us leaving me with his scent and sweat staining my skin, his touch leaving scorch marks that I’d long remember. Time had no meaning. Being lost in him was the only possibility.
I wanted to hate him, to keep myself focused on ensuring he spent the rest of his life behind bars, but I was too delirious, too satisfied to think clearly at all.
Plus, there was a tiny part of me that wanted to believe there was something good inside him.
Or maybe I was being selfish and the pure ecstasy had altered my state of mind.
My body pulsed, my core keeping me breathless and there was nothing I could do but surrender.
As he collapsed on top of me, the weight was no longer heavy, but the act itself, the understanding of what I’d allowed to occur was a noose strapped around my neck.
The silence was oppressive, only the rapid thudding of our hearts filtering into the room.
I felt fractured, as if I no longer knew who I was or my purpose both as a woman and an officer of the law.
I’d allowed this. I’d wanted this.
The craving had been too intense to ignore. The weakness was debilitating.
Another passage of time. Another wave of desire that couldn’t be satisfied, but I finally felt nothing but emptiness as he pulled himself away.
I expected him to toss me aside, treating me as the prisoner that I knew myself to be, but the warmth of his hand grasping mine came as a complete surprise. Without saying a word, he helped me to my feet, immediately placing his shirt around my shoulders.
His eyes burned into mine and he cocked his head while brushing the tips of his fingers down my cheek. “Truly incredible.”
The moment of tenderness was a direct contrast to before and I found myself leaning into his hand, forced to remind myself what we’d just done was pure sin.
“You’ll need this,” he finally said as he helped me into the shirt as if I was too damaged to dress myself. “I ruined your clothes. Emmeline will be here soon with clothes.”
“What then?”
He brushed his hand down my arm before grabbing his trousers and heading down the stairs. I remained where I was as he slid into his pants, even taking the time to retrieve his belt before answering. When he turned, my breath was taken just as it had been before.
The carving of every muscle in his chest drifted perfectly to the deep V leading to his thighs.
He was a perfect specimen of a man. “One of my men will take you to a room where you can relax. I’ll have water and food brought up shortly.
After I finish with business we will talk.
There’s a reason you appeared in that courtroom minutes before an assassination attempt.
You’re going to help me discover the reason why, as I don’t believe in coincidences. ”
With that he headed toward the door.
“Wait a minute. You can’t keep me, Alexander.”
He stopped just before grabbing the handle, not bothering to turn to face me, but I heard every word clearly. “I can and I will, Catherine.”
“You really are a cruel, heartless man just like what everyone is saying.” Everyone. What I’d read had been the opposite, yet I couldn’t envision anything but the cold and powerful mafia leader standing in front of me.
That same fire than could burn down a city sparkled in his eyes as he gazed at me.
“You should listen to them and keep that in mind. You’re hiding something from me.
I will find out what that is. Do yourself a favor.
Don’t try to escape again as I will have guards posted both inside and outside the house.
If you do try and run, the punishment you receive will be something you won’t soon forget. ”
After he left the room, the door shutting with a slight slam, I finally took a deep breath.
There was no denying what this was. He’d taken me as his captive, claiming my body.
Now I feared he had intentions on owning something else.
All of me.