Chapter 29 #2
“God, girl, I said get some sleep, not slap Remo Rossi.” Brandi came up behind me, swinging me around to face her as Maria left us. “Do you have death wish?”
“He asked for it,” I muttered, annoyed with her for no apparent reason.
She shook her head, her expression softening. “Not only have you drawn the attention of one of the Rossi brothers, you attract the psychotic one.”
“Maybe I need a bodyguard.”
“Remo has been known to kill men with his bare hands, I doubt a bodyguard is going to stop him from staking his claim.”
“Staking his claim, my ass.”
“Yes, your ass is exactly what he wants.”
We stared at each other for a moment then burst out laughing, mine more from tiredness and hers to probably calm me.
“What you need.” She rubbed my arm after we quietened down and guided me toward the cafeteria. “Is a nice warm meal, some sleep and only then can you give this situation the clarity it needs.”
I side-eyed her. “Is that a subtle way of telling me to run?”
She shrugged, smiling.
No way was I giving him the satisfaction of running. Coward, I was not.
An hour later, after a filling beef lasagna and a relaxed chat with several colleagues who thankfully refrained from discussing Remo, I felt better.
The yawns, however, descended in full force until my eyes watered and I was close to faceplanting my empty plate.
A quick goodbye to them and a promise from Brandi to wake me, saw me heading to the fifth floor.
By the time I stepped off the elevator, my legs were battling to keep me upright.
“That’s what you get for finishing two servings of lasagna,” I scolded, feeling the heaviness of the meal in my stomach.
“Comfort food.” I laughed, opening the door to the third room fitted with a magnificent double bed and all the trimmings for a mother and child stay.
The next few seconds happened so fast, it barely registered.
Strong hands clamped over my mouth and seized my throat from behind me, sealing my scream and cutting off my airflow.
Adrenaline infused fear had me wrestling the hold, clawing at the hands, and twisting my body to gain some leverage. The grip tightened, squeezing.
“Missed me?” Remo’s cold words penetrated my daze as he moved his hand on my mouth to circle my abdomen, his grip vice-like.
Rage overtook my panic, and I thrashed harder. “Let me go, you sick pervert.” I croaked, not quite as firm as I intended.
“Oh, little fox, I’m going to have so much fun with you.” He licked my cheek, his hand on my throat, squeezing. “Teaching you to obey me.” He nibbled my ear. “Respect me–”
“Never!” I hissed, the lack of oxygen making my head swim, my heart a harsh thump in my ears.
The room began to blur, his sinister laugh spearing the darkness stealing my sight. Just as I felt myself succumbing, he released me, and I crumpled to the ground. Lungs burning, I gulped air desperately, angry tears I couldn’t control streaked down my cheek.
Disorientated, I had no idea of his intention until he picked me up, tossed me on the bed and quickly straddled me.
“What…what are you doing?” I choked out.
Hysterical, I bucked under him, trying to throw him off me. The more I fought the harder he held me down. Kicking out my legs, my knee caught him in the back. He merely grunted, pressing his full weight down on me until I couldn’t breathe, my weakened state no match for him.
Helplessly pinned, I watched him grasp both my hands in one of his, undo his belt with the other and use it to secure my hands to the metal headboard. Eyes wide with anxiety, I tugged on the bind then glared up at him when it didn’t budge.
“Let me go!” I yelled, hoping someone with hear me or for once, security would make their rounds earlier.
Remo’s head tilted to one side; his blank expression reminded me of the depraved killers I’d seen on crime documentaries. An unassumingly handsome facade while a menace lurked below.
Practically sitting on my chest, he produced a knife out of his pocket, brought it to the neckline of my top and with two quick flicks, he cut the garment in half. Dumbstruck, I watched the two pieces of material flop to the side exposing my chest and white lacy bra.
I looked up, noticing his eyes on my abdomen, his brow pulled into a deep frown, and I knew what he was staring at. Scars below my breast I refused to think about, not now at least.
His eyes moved up to my face. “Who hurt you.”
I scowled, narrowing my eyes. “You’ve got some nerve asking me a question like that,” I retorted.
Licking that lip ring I tried not to look at, he touched the scars and I jerked, the gentle touch catching me off guard.
“Don’t hide them,” he said, his voice a strange cadence like he’d morphed into someone else.
“Every mark tells me someone tried to break you…and failed.” His eyes met mine. “Now they belong to me.”
Almost taken by his caring, I recovered quickly, rolling my eyes. “You won’t break me either,” I scoffed.
He let out a low laugh. “We’ll see.” Then he slid the knife under the center of my bra.
“Don’t,” I stopped him.
“No,” he replied, flicking the knife until the material separated.
Embarrassed, I closed my eyes, hating the heat coursing through my body or that my nipples suddenly ached to be touched.
“Beautiful,” his compliment had my eyes opening. He ran a palm from my neck, slowly down the sides of my chest, and over my breasts. Frustrated, I reddened when he pinched my nipples and they hardened under his touch, his eyes darkening.
Defeated, I watched as he lifted onto his knees and began undoing his pants. I panicked. “What are you doing?”
Wordlessly, he pushed his pants and boxers down under his balls, his cock bouncing free and bobbed so close to my face, I could delineate the thick veins. My throat dried and I swallowed repeatedly, taking in those piercings that gave me a toothache last time.
Regardless, I noted details this time. He was large, thick, clean-shaven and his skin golden brown.
A pulsating vein ran along the length of his shaft, his tip curving slightly upwards.
Sharp tingles between my legs had me clenching my thighs against the arousal leaking into my panty.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I silently kicked myself for getting turned on by a man who was holding me prisoner.
Again.
Swallowing thickly, I looked up. A dark grin tugged at one corner of his lips when Remo noticed the way I stared at his cock.
He reached for something behind him and brought around a bottle of oil.
Opening it, he poured a good amount of it over my chest. Startled, I flinched, closing my eyes against the sweet smell of jasmine.
“What are you doing?” I repeated, opening my eyes to him rubbing the oil over my chest and breasts and I tugged at my restraints.
He closed the bottle and set it aside. Instead of an answer, he reached for another pillow and slid it under my head, the two pillows now angled my head toward him, my chin touching my chest.
It didn’t take genius to figure out what he was planning and my heart sank. Struggling was a waste of time. No one knew I was here except Brandi and she wouldn’t disturb me for two solid hours.
“Open your mouth.” I shivered at his order and obeyed, parting my lips. “Wider, little fox, you’ve sucked my cock before.”
Pre-cum glistened on the tip as he began lazily stroking the length, rubbing oil onto it. I opened wider noticing that lustful dark look in his eyes. He was aroused naturally this time.
“If you bite, I’m fucking your ass raw,” he warned. “Without lubrication.”
That snuffed the thought of biting off that pink head.
Before I could reply, he pushed my breasts together with both hands and slid his rigid cock into that oil-slicked passage.
His tip came out the other side and plunged into my mouth, catching me off guard.
I gagged obscenely, still unprepared for his size and the taste of jasmine that came with it.
“Relax your throat,” he ordered, pulling out then thrusting back in once more.
I opened wider and attempted to loosen those muscles. Not like I was a pro or something.
“Good little fox.” His grip on my breasts was harder, the pressure almost bruising as he pressed them together tighter, forming another hole he could fuck.
The thought both intrigued and repulsed me because I was soaking wet now, desperate for his touch.
Groaning softly, he pumped through the valley, his thrusts measured, controlled, allowing him to watch his length glide between my breasts straight into my mouth.
He picked up the pace, pumping harder now, the grip on my breasts painful, aware there’d be bruising tomorrow.
He threw back his head, and I stared up at him, watching the strain in his jaw as his teeth clenched, his deep breaths, ragged and uneven. Incoherent moans, obscene sounds of pleasure, and dirty approval fell in confused groans from his lips.
Like the last time, I felt the power of what I was doing to him, that I controlled the narrative.
So I stuck out my tongue and closed my lips around his cock, sucking him deeper and harder into my mouth.
My pussy twitched, the ache unbearably frustrating.
It would be easy to ask him to touch me, but I knew it would come at a price.
On the next thrust, I swirled my tongue and a harsh shudder powered through him. I would’ve smiled at my trickery if it wasn’t for the way he was using me. Only, he dropped his chin to his chest and stared down at me through eyes dark with fiery lust. He knew what I was doing.
Releasing my breasts, one of his hands wrapped around my throat and the other splayed against the wall behind me as he leaned forward, hips hovering above my face now. This new angle gave him deeper access to my mouth. My eyes widened in shock, knowing what was coming.
“You tried to take control again, little fox.” He grinned and began plowing my mouth, his thrusts reaching so far down into my throat, they cut off my oxygen.
I gagged, spit dribbling down the sides of my mouth, my hands fisted to anchor the pain. Those piercings hurt, scraping the insides of my mouth.
“I wanted your tits but fuck, this mouth of yours,” he growled, pounding into my mouth with rapid, brutal thrusts. “You make the sweetest fucking sounds,” he grunted, enjoying the choking sounds falling from my lips.
Tears rolled down my temples, but I kept watching him, waiting for the moment he broke because I was still in control.
He was using my mouth; I pulled those sounds from him.
I played into his game, groaning around him, dispersing vibrations up his shaft and he cursed, pushing in until my nose kissed his groin.
He stilled and I tried to breathe through my nose.
“You like playing games, don’t you, little fox?”
I glared up at him and he chuckled, pulling out.
I sucked in lungsful but barely because he plunged right back in and I gagged, the sound sordidly indecent.
Saliva leaked out from the corners of my mouth and the stretch now was painful.
Just when I thought he wouldn’t stop, Remo’s eyes closed, his face twisted with pleasure, his thrusts sharpened, quicker, shorter before I felt his girth swelling.
Then he pulled out and grabbing his cock, he stroked himself, hard and fast. Eyes on me, he let out a hoarse groan a second before warm jets of cum hit my face, my neck, my chest, my breasts. I closed my eyes, hating him all over again and only opened them again when he cursed.
“Fuck, little fox,” he groaned, eyes closed, leaning over me with his hands against the wall. He was shaking.
Eventually, his breathing returned to normal, and he looked down at me, smiling while I felt his cum roll down my skin, not sure if I was disgusted or turned on.
“Untie me.”
Another grin as he sat back and to my horror, rubbed his cum over my face, neck, breasts and chest. Then he pinched my nipples before he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it before biting down. I bucked hard, fighting the arousal.
He picked his head up, his expression unreadable. “Want me to suck your pussy, little fox? Are you dripping for me.”
“Go to hell,” I hissed.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Frustrated, I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him but I could still hear him move around.