Chapter 40 #3
He stopped walking, jerking me roughly into his body, his finger lifting my chin. “Generous, little fox is me fucking your ass while your pussy takes a breather. Reward is me filling your throat with my cum provided your sassy mouth can work my cock for less than an hour.”
Stunned, I searched for anger, but his filthy words had the opposite effect, and I bit my lip to keep the arousal locked in. Shocked by my body’s reaction, I squeezed my thighs hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“And that soaked panty…” He arched a brow, challenging me to prove him wrong.
Oh, God, how did he know these things? How was he so aware of my thoughts or his effect on my body without me saying a word?
“Is obedience.” His lips teased mine, the touch so soft, I was sure I’d imagined it. Only, the lingering graze of the lip ring said otherwise. “Your words might fight me, but your body will willingly submit. Always.”
God, his arrogance was something. Squirming, I pushed against his chest. His arm around my waist tightened, closing any gap that existed between our bodies.
I felt every rigid muscle from his chest to thighs.
Heat began in my core slowly building to settle in cheeks.
That foreign ache between my legs intensifying with each breath.
“Never.” Even I had to admit the whispered denial was unconvincing. I was feeling things I hadn’t experienced with another man.
He slanted his head to one side, studying me. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
“What?”
Instead of an answer, he lowered his hands to cup my ass, squeezing the soft flesh at the same time lifting me to rub over the defined rod in his pants.
Our eyes locked, he raised me higher, forcing my legs to seek purchase around his hips the same time he shoved me backward.
The grind of his cock against my pussy had a far more suggestive effect on the air rushing out of my lungs than my back hitting the wall.
I groaned, a distinctly erotic sound I’d never heard before, not giving any thought to his control as his mouth crashed over mine.
There was nothing gentle or sweet about how he devoured my lips.
His kiss was aggressive and demanding. Primal.
Frantic. So hard, so forceful I could taste the copper tang of blood as his teeth grazed my lips, that lip ring just adding to the intensity, his tongue rolling and exploring my mouth as though he were starved for my taste. So damn sexy.
“That your need for me is far greater than your hatred yet you try to deny me.” His breathing as uneven as mine, he answered my question when he released my mouth.
“No,” I rasped.
He thrust up and I felt his thick cock through my pants. Another breathy moan slipped past my lips. He brushed his mouth over mine, running the tip of his tongue the shape of my lips before tugging the bottom one with his teeth.
“Remo.” Unbidden, his name fell from my mouth, the word far huskier than I would’ve wanted.
He dipped his head. “I like my name on your lips,” he murmured, his voice a tad softer than mine, the brush of his chest on my nipples making my breath hitch. “But I’ll love it even more when they’re screaming it as I fuck every hole in this beautiful body.”
I should’ve been disgusted with the way my body reacted to his words.
But I was beginning to believe that where Remo Rossi was an expert at manipulation, I was fast becoming a sucker for attention.
Not everyone’s though. Just this walking, talking six feet something of filthy sin. And I didn’t even know him.
God, Ish, pull yourself together, you’ve never behaved this idiotically before.
Forcing every ounce of strength I possessed, I pushed against his embrace and slid my legs down to the floor.
He released his hold on me and stood back.
Clearly not prepared for the wobbly legs I wasn’t expecting, I grabbed onto Remo’s arm.
He chuckled and I glared at him, hating the truth of his last words.
“How many men do I have to fuck out of you?”
“About the same number of women you fucked,” I sassed.
“Wrong answer, little fox.” I wasn’t prepared for that predatorial transformation. One minute he was smiling, and the next, he grabbed me around the waist and with a quick flip of his arm, tossed me over his shoulder.
“Put me down.”
He smacked my ass hard and I exhaled on curse, remembering his previous punishment.
Upstairs, he entered a bedroom and threw me on the bed.
On the second bounce, Remo grabbed my ankle, dragged me to the edge of the bed and literally tore my scrubs off me, leaving me in my bra and panties.
Shocked, I gaped at him and then tried to scurry backward, but he was on me in a flash.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I barely had a moment to breath before I found my hands cuffed to the headboard.
“Again? Seriously?” I grumbled.
“No foreplay this time.” He grinned, a smile that would’ve been considered demented by some if not connected to the sexy man in front of me.
His eyes roved over my body, the blue irises sporting a voracious glint before they fell to the scars on my abdomen, his gaze shuttered for a moment.
Once more, I felt shame ignite my cheeks, instinct telling me to cover them, but the cuffs holding my wrists prevented the gesture, leaving me exposed in a way that should’ve terrified me.
Instead, his hand found my waist, his thumb tracing the jagged lines with a gentleness that stole my breath.
“Don’t fight it,” he murmured. “I don’t want perfection.
I want you. Every scar, every breath, every fucking piece of you.
” When he looked at me then, the darkness in his eyes had morphed into something resembling reverence, and I suddenly felt comfortable in my own skin, the shame dissolving under the weight of his acceptance.
“Now I take what’s mine.” And just like that he went from a man I couldn’t fathom to the sexy monster I’d come to know.
Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor revealing defined abs, brawn in all the right places and a beautiful, tattooed body I suddenly wanted to trace my tongue over.
Done, he worked his belt buckle, the button and zipper on his pants, all while maintaining eye contact. The clench between my legs suggested anticipation, the pound in my heartbeat though, said I wasn’t ready for a man like him.
“You can run, little fox, you just won’t get very far.
” He winked, reading the uncertainty on my face.
Stepping closer, his fingers trailed a slow path up one leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and when he came down the other, I trembled.
“Do you want to leave?” His hand moved, caressing the inside of my thigh, brushing the edge of my panty.
I shuddered. “I’m guessing it’s a no?” he whispered, low and throaty.
God, he was so right. Somehow my desire was so strong, it threatened to rock the very foundation of dislike I’d suffered with him.
His eyes on me, he slowly slid my panty down, a stark contrast to how he’d just torn off my scrubs “You’re telling yourself that you don’t want me, trying to fight it.” He removed his pants, and his boxers followed.
My eyes dropped down, and I gulped, biting my bottom lip. How could I forget how huge he was?
He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “But deep down, you know the truth.”
“That you’re a monster, a psycho.”
He chuckled. “Yes.” Brushing a thumb lightly over my bottom lip, his gaze lingered on my mouth.
“Doesn’t change the fact that your pussy wants me, that she’s dripping for me right now.
” His touch trailed down my throat, eyes watching me swallow repeatedly.
“But all you need to do, is remember my promises.”
“You mean threats?”
He leaned forward, his lips chasing a line along my jaw. “I’m going to destroy you and fuck you back together until this disgusting, sick monster is the only one you’ll hate to want. Remember that one?” he repeated the threat from my date night with Sean.
Not giving me a chance to respond, he grabbed my hips, flipping me, slid a pillow under my stomach that raised my ass in the air and moved over me, his chest pressing me into the mattress, the chains above my head, crossing.
His teeth sank into my shoulder, biting hard until I cried out, sure he’d drawn blood. “I love that you hate me. Makes everything I’m about to do, gratifying.”
Moving slightly off me, he wrapped one hand around my throat and trailed the other down my side to the front before rolling one finger over my clit. I gasped, arching my back, his grip around my throat tightening.
“So wet and I haven’t even touched you fully,” he hummed into my ear, slipping two fingers inside me.
The moan fell out before I could stop it. His hips pressing into my side while his hard cock rubbed my ass cheeks, his fingers pumped in and out of me, his movements rough and ruthless, the wet fucking noises ashamedly explicit. He pinched my clit and I shuddered him.
“I can make you come just from doing this.” He pinched my clit again and I cried out, the painful pleasure strangely thrilling.
Not prepared to give him the satisfaction of knowing, I squirmed under him, but it did nothing to stop him.
“You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this moment.
How I savored finally unwrapping you since that first afternoon you sucked my cock.
” He added a third finger, and the stretch had me shaking.
“The ways in which I pictured taking you, each more depraved than the next. Each growing progressively more unhinged with every passing day. And now I have your perfect body laid out before me, you want me hold back.”
He removed his fingers and slapped my clit. I arched against him, stunned by the intensity spasming through me. He did it again and white spots danced behind my lids for a moment.
“Ask me to fuck you, little fox or I will take you the way I know how. Hard and fucking relentless.” He slapped my clit again, harder.
“You’re threatening consent out of me?” I derided, my nails digging into the bed, the spasms in my pussy driving me insane.
“Wrong fucking answer,” he growled moving back onto his knees. Parting my legs, he lined up his cock with my entrance and leaned forward. “This will hurt.”
With a low primal groan, he jerked his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside me, the sheer size of him stretching me, the chafe of the piercings unbearably sore.
Unprepared, I cried out, tears stinging my eyes, my pussy on fire, my shaking body torn between agony and a nauseatingly sweet ecstasy I shouldn’t be feeling.
I clenched my pussy muscles, my legs quivering.
“Don’t fucking do that,” he smacked my ass and I yelped, wriggling to get away.
But his grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my skin and he dragged me toward him, his cock pulsing inside me.
I clenched around him again and he hissed out a sharp breath.
I felt his tremble and glanced over my shoulder.
The look on his face suggested he was just as affected, perhaps not in the way he’d thought he would be.
Noticing my gaze, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of me, bringing the tip of his nose to my cheek, the angle forcing his cock deeper. I licked my lips, my breathing unsteady, my heart pounding, my head a mess.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
I touched my lips to his and he took charge, his hot mouth aggressively possessive. His thick girth pulsating inside me, and the pressure was almost too much to bear. The ache was uncomfortable, yet the edges distorted with something fiery, primal and seriously close to desire.
“I don’t do gentle,” he said, breaking the kiss, his breathing surprisingly ragged. “So breathe through it.”
Instead of agreement, I shifted my hips cautiously, turning onto my side and he groaned in response. Slowly, I began rotating my hips, each motion causing his cock to pulsate, stretching me to the brink of my tolerance.
“Little fox,” he warned. “If you keep moving, I’m going to lose control, and you don’t want me to do that.”
The idea of Remo Rossi, the epitome of control, losing it over me made me want to laugh. I bit my lip to keep it in and defiantly lifted my hips, knowing I’d regret it, but the challenge was way too tempting.
He exhaled sharply, the sound rumbling through him, down his body and into mine.
His nails dug into my skin as I rocked back and forth, grinding against him.
“Fuck.” His expression eased into a savage promise and a shudder sailed through me, suddenly wanting everything he had to offer.
I clamped my pussy muscles hard, delighting in the jerk of his body.
“You’re crossing a dangerous fucking line,” he snarled.
“Maybe I want to?” I said cheekily.
His harsh exhale was the only warning I got. He reached for my throat, squeezing hard as his body crashed against mine with a brutal thrust. I cried out, nails clawing at the bed, seeking purchase. He choked me harder, cutting off my cries, my breath and pounded into me without an ounce of mercy.
“That’s it, little fox,” he growled, his voice low and corrupted with dark triumph. “Let me hear you scream.”
Distracted, I didn’t notice his arm lift and when it came down, landing on my ass, my body jolted.