Chapter Four #2
‘Not yet,’ he said, but I could see he had lost that cast-iron control for a moment, and I felt the heady surge of triumph in our erotic battle of wills.
‘Hold on to my right shoulder,’ he said. I did as I was told, but before I could figure out why, he clasped my right thigh and hooked it over his left shoulder.
I had to hold on to him so I wouldn’t fall over.
My position was impossibly vulnerable, my sex level with his face.
Before I could panic or worry about whether I had the strength to stay upright in this position, he ran his nose up my inner thigh, then sank his teeth into the front of my thong and tore it free.
I was still reeling with shock, still holding on to him for dear life, my whole body quivering with need, when he ran his tongue over the folds of my sex.
I moaned, stunned by the sensation. Wet and firm, his tongue felt incredible as he explored in rough, raw strokes, lapping at my folds, stirring the intense pleasure to life in vicious waves.
He gripped my thigh, positioning me so that I had no choice but to open myself completely to his marauding mouth.
I gasped, writhed, forcing myself into the heat.
I felt dazed, weightless, drifting into another realm, where only the pleasure mattered.
I rode the slick waves starting to consume me.
Then he used his thumb to expose the hot button at the top of my clitoris and closed his lips over it to suckle me.
The pleasure exploded in glittering shards, racing along my nerve endings, blooming outwards in throbbing euphoria—too bright, too brutal, too overwhelming…
The orgasm ripped through me but seemed to last for an eternity.
Finally he released me from its grip and gently lowered my leg back to the floor.
I felt the ache in my thigh muscles from the position he’d held me in. And the much greater ache in my sex—the desperation to be filled painful now—as he stood to tower over me and cradled my cheek.
‘Brava, Mia,’ he murmured, the smugness in his tone bearable because of the approval. Then he clasped my neck and kissed me—forceful and possessive.
I could taste myself on his lips. Spicy and erotic—and not at all repulsive.
But I was still shaking, the afterglow shimmering through me, when the emotion of it all blindsided me.
I’d never had an orgasm with Dave. The man I’d intended to marry. The man I had convinced myself I loved—because he was convenient and safe. And now this man, who I didn’t even know, and who I already suspected was the opposite of safe, had given me something I would always cherish.
‘Thank you,’ I mumbled, the tears stinging my eyes at the thought of that girl who had always settled for less far too easily.
‘Prego,’ he murmured, but his husky chuckle made me feel foolish. What was I getting so overemotional about?
I tried to draw away from him, but he gripped my arm, forcing me to meet his gaze.
‘The night is not over, Mia,’ he said, the promise in his eyes as intoxicating as that brutal blue gaze, so hot it burned. ‘You respond to me very well, and you come so beautifully. I will want to make you come many times before morning.’
He was talking about sex, but somehow it sounded like so much more.
Shame washed over me, and embarrassment.
Could he see how desperate I had always been to be desired, to be touched, to be devoured? Even to be dominated? And why did the thought we had only tonight make regret pulse in my chest?
I didn’t have a chance to dwell on my reaction, though, when he ran his thumb across my lower lip. ‘I want this beautiful mouth on my cock,’ he said, as direct as always. ‘But first I must fuck you.’
I blushed at his bluntness, but felt stupidly grateful to him for getting our booty call back on track.
I wanted both those things, too. Oral sex had always been a chore up to now.
But not anymore. I had no idea how I was going to accommodate his huge cock, which looked massive even disguised by his boxers. But I knew I wanted to try.
I nodded and reached for him, running my hand over the thick ridge through the cloth, gauging the size, the firmness.
He grabbed my wrist and jerked back, preventing me from caressing him. ‘I am too close,’ he groaned.
Excitement surged on a wave of achievement, that I had done this to such a powerful man.
He kissed my fingers, then led me through the salon and into a bedroom. A large king-size bed dominated the luxuriously furnished room, moonlight covering the satin sheets in a silvery glow.
Releasing me, he sat to tug off his shoes, then stood and thrust down his trousers and boxers. The enormous erection sprang out, reaching skyward, thick and hard and heavily engorged. I swallowed, the lump of emotion in my throat joined by stunned arousal.
I watched as he tugged his T-shirt over his head until he stood naked.
The scars and tattoos that adorned his body only enhanced his dangerous beauty. My avaricious gaze skated over the dark hair covering the ink on his chest, the necklace of thorns drawn around his collarbones, the broad shoulders and biceps where more ink swirled.
But once my gaze had drifted past stacked abs, and the spectacular V defining his hip bones, it snagged again on his thrusting cock, so long, so hard, the bulbous head glistening with pre-cum. He gripped himself and slid his fist up and down, tugging in rough strokes.
‘You like what you see, Mia?’ he asked.
I nodded, totally mute now. My throat was as raw as the rest of me, my sex so swollen it felt as if I had a bowling ball between my thighs.
He sat down on the bed and gripped my wrist, then pulled me towards him. ‘You must ride it,’ he said, the amused tone husky with need.
I nodded again. He chuckled, the rough sound scraping across my nerve endings.
‘Then take off the shoes and mount me.’
The… What? I glanced down, realising all this time I had been naked but still wearing the heels.
I blushed, but it took me less than a second to toe off the shoes. He held my arm as I climbed onto the bed, placing my hands on his shoulders, aware of the thick erection brushing my inner thigh.
He cupped my chin and kissed me again as he grasped my hip in his other hand, positioning me.
His thumb slid along the seam of my sex, making me jump slightly as he stroked my tender clit.
He laughed, but the sound was thick with desire, the thread of emotion still there between us.
Holding himself, he guided me down until the head spread the lips of my sex.
I sucked in a breath, the penetration already immense.
But the desire to take more, to take all of him, was overwhelming.
The slickness of my orgasm eased his way, until I was sitting on his lap, his huge cock stretching me unbearably. I panted, shifted, trying to ease the sensation. He held me in place and kissed me again, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth, owning me, insisting I adjust to the brutal invasion.
The fog of desire descended over me, my mind hazy with lust, the passion pressing against me. I could feel the throb of his cock inside me, buried to the hilt.
He dragged his mouth away, ending the kiss. Then he rasped, ‘You are so tight. You must move, Mia—or I will finish before you.’
Grasping my bottom in rough hands, he lifted me, easing the pressure at last as the erection massaged my inner walls. I clung to his shoulders, letting him drag me down, slowly establishing a brutal rhythm of deep thrusts.
Pleasure bloomed and surged in devastating waves. I clung to him, moving with him now, using my knees for leverage. The sensations built, merging, blending, becoming so intense I couldn’t breathe.
His grunts matched my sobs. I felt conquered, owned, forced into a maelstrom I couldn’t control. The pleasure became vicious and all-consuming, rising, building, draining.
‘I can’t come…’ I moaned, desperate to reach that final peak so I could escape the terrifying storm of sensations battering me, my body trapped in a vortex of pleasure too tumultuous to bear.
‘You must…’ he demanded, then found the place where our bodies joined and stroked the perfect spot as he impaled me one last time.
The pleasure crested like a tsunami, tearing free, ripping me apart as I screamed.
‘Vito!’
The orgasm slammed into me, shattering, surreal, as he threw back his head and roared his own release—his hot seed branding my insides.
I collapsed onto his shoulder, shaking. His arms wrapped around me, holding me up, holding me close. His face pressed into my hair, our shattered breathing the only sound but for the distant beep of car horns and the buzz of the nighttime city which drifted in on the breeze.
My heart was still thundering, my sex sore from the pounding he’d given it, my shattered senses scattered. The afterglow shimmered around me like a golden cloud—glittering and glorious—while the sultry air brushed over my damp skin.
I’d never made love like that before, the need so basic, so elemental, so wild and untamed, and it had been magnificent. But when his hand brushed down my spine to clasp my bottom, I felt the slickness between my thighs.
I bolted upright. Reality returned in a rush of panic, accompanied by the slap of shame. The condoms Evie had bought me at the airport—as a joke—were still tucked into the purse Vito had handed to the bodyguard on the boat. Which the guard had never handed back to me, I realised now, too late.
‘Shit!’ I climbed off him, frantic.
How could I have been so reckless, so stupid? This wasn’t me. I always planned ahead. I wasn’t spontaneous or impulsive. And while doing what I wanted for once without thinking of the consequences had been beyond exciting, now I was paying the price.
I’d had unprotected sex, with a stranger… What the hell? It was exactly the sort of thing my mum had done to get pregnant with me.