Chapter 5 #2
I shut my eyes and will my brain to cling to any relevant memory, although it’s difficult because his hot, smoky breath is fanning my face.
My mind roams, wondering between memories of good and evil, and then suddenly, it starts coming together.
Dock. Bakery. I used to overhear him use those two words in the same sentence.
Opening my eyes, I reply coolly, “There’s a bakery…”
He tilts his head slightly. “Where?”
“Around a dock.”
“Where’s the dock?”
I almost roll my eyes. “Around the bakery.”
“Answer me.” A loud sound follows the slam of his fist on the wall beside my head.
My nostrils flare. “Check all docks in New York. Narrow your search to the ones that haven’t been in use in months…since my fucking father and his mafia crumbled…and you’ll find whatever it is you’re looking for.”
I can’t let him know that I barely know anything about my dad’s mafia. He’ll throw me out without a second thought.
For a moment, the air between us vibrates with pure, molten fury but also with thick lust that has my thighs clenching despite every warning bell screaming in my brain.
“Now it’s my turn. You will protect me from Ramirez and any other enemies.”
“I don’t take orders…” he slowly loosens his hold on me, and it takes effort not to yank his hand back in place, “…especially not from women.”
“Misogynistic, just as I thought. Suits your character well.”
“One more word and I’ll show you how misogynistic I can be.”
“Oh, please, Mr. Donatelli.” The words barely leave my lips when he lifts his hand and smacks my ass. Against my will, a gasp leaves my lips in a soft whimper, and I have to press my legs together to contain the intense sensation of desire that floods through me. What the actual fuck, Selene!
“Watch your mouth,” he rumbles thickly. His hair falls to his face as he leans in, pressing himself closer to me. My breath hitches when I feel something poking me. I dare to look down and see his hard bulge straining against his pants.
“You don’t seem like you want to be so talkative now.” There’s a small smirk on his face as his gaze darkens.
Fuck. My knees are getting weaker. I hate that my body is betraying me.
I bite my lips, unable to help how my voice comes out between shallow pants. “M?maybe I don’t.”
“Then what do you want, Ms. Vasquez?”
My tongue is suddenly tied. I hate this. I hate him. I hate the way my body betrays me, arching subtly toward him, my breath coming in faster puffs. I hate the way I can’t stop looking at his mouth, anticipating the feeling against mine.
His hand grazes my hip as he gazes into my soul, and it’s enough to send fire licking up my spine. I manage a glare at him, desperate to hold onto some shred of my dignity.
An angry rumble pours from his chest as his hand flashes out to grip my chin firmly between his fingers, tilting my head up.
“When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”
His hold isn’t rough…it’s not gentle either. It’s firm and commanding, just enough for me to almost beg for him to do things to me.
But, luckily, that shred of dignity does its job, and I say, “You’re disgusting,” as I swallow harder.
His brows push together in a frown as he places his knee between us, nestling it between my thighs. “What did I say about the next time you lie to me?”
My heart slams against my ribs. I lick my dry lips, and his gaze drops immediately, darkening. When his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, my knees nearly buckle.
His knee finds my mound, rubbing my soaked core. A chill of pleasure surges through my body, and I don’t know when I start to grind on it. Fuck. It’s nothing compared to his dick, but it maintains a steady wave of ecstasy. I shut my eyes, deep in the feeling, when he pulls his knee away.
I open my eyes in anger, and I’m met with a smug expression.
“What’s the matter?” he smirks, lips hovering above mine. My chest is beating harshly, adrenaline pumping through my body. I don’t know why, but I channel this overwhelming feeling into my next words.
“Fuck you,” I growl, and he smirks.
“That’s the plan.”
I don’t know who moves first, but all of a sudden, his mouth crashes into mine, hot, rough, and demanding. It’s not sweet. It’s not slow. It’s a collision, a full-fledged war.
I bite his lip, and he groans into my mouth and fists a hand in my hair, yanking my head back to devour me deeper. Every part of me lights up, like a wildfire tearing through dry bush.
I claw at his shirt, desperate to touch, to have. He crowds me harder into the wall, hips pressing into mine, and I feel exactly how badly he wants me.
He shoves his hips between mine, forcing them apart and grinding up against me just hard enough to make me gasp. With a feral groan, he drops his head into my neck, kissing along my collar bones to my jaw, down my throat.
Another pleasurable chill washes through me, but I groan at it. I’m on the same wave of ecstasy. I want to go higher.
That thought clouds my senses as I shove his shirt up, dragging my nails down his abs just to hear the sharp hiss he lets out.
He retaliates immediately, hands roaming under my thin top, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere behind him.
For a second, he just looks at me, eyes burning, jaw tight, chest heaving like he’s holding back a beast barely on a leash. I release a whimper at the intensity, and he mutters.
“Fuck this.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he lifts me effortlessly, making me wrap my legs around his waist. My back hits the wall again, but I don’t care. All I care about is how good it feels having him between my thighs, heavy, hot, and dangerous.
He kisses me again, harder this time, and I meet him bite for bite, kiss for kiss.
“Tell me you want this,” he demands against my mouth, voice ragged.
“I want this,” I snap back, nails digging into his shoulders. I’m too gone to care about not losing control.
He grins, a savage, perfect grin, and grinds his hips into mine again, pulling a desperate whimper from my throat.
“Good girl,” he purrs, dragging his mouth down my throat. His teeth lightly scrape my skin, ticklish and thrilling enough to make my knees buckle.
I pant, grinding against his thigh.
His hands are everywhere, kneading and pinching my nipples until I gasp and arch into his touch. His mouth finds the curve of my breast, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
“Hmm…” I moan loudly. He releases a feral growl in response, and I shudder.
In a split second, he digs his hand in my pants, fingers sliding through my wetness.
“Dripping for me already, baby girl,” he purrs, dragging one finger up and circling my clit, just to watch me squirm. “So much for all that attitude.”
I whimper when he shoves two thick fingers inside me, thrusting hard, curling them just right. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“God,” I gasp, riding his hand shamelessly.
“Wrong person,” he smacks my ass, the pleasurable pain shooting straight up my core. “Say my name.”
“Cortez,” I moan. He presses me even more into the wall, his heat setting my body on fire.
Without warning, he pulls his fingers out and shoves them into my mouth. “Taste how fucking desperate you are,” he commands.
I suck greedily, glaring at him, and he groans low in his throat, pupils blown wide. There’s a crazed look in his eyes, like he’s going to rip my insides apart, and I’ll gladly indulge.
He yanks my leggings and panties down in one brutal move, leaving me fully naked now. Then he turns and shoves me toward the desk.
My hips find anchor on the heavy wood, palms scraping against the polished surface.
Cortez nudges my legs apart from behind, forcing me to spread for him. I can hear the sound of his zipper, the heavy thud of his belt hitting the floor, and then his cock, thick and heavy, rubbing against my soaked folds.
“You think you can sass me and walk away, Princess?” he grits out, rubbing the swollen head of his huge cock over my slit, tapping against my clit in maddening little slaps. “You think you can tease me, disrespect me, and not get fucked?”
A strangled moan slips past my lips. My eyes shut themselves involuntarily, savoring the pleasure from both angles.
The next second, he grips my hair, yanks my head back, and suddenly drives into me in one brutal but glorious thrust.
I can’t control the moans tearing past my throat. My pussy clenches around him as he stretches me wide, deeper than I thought possible. He pounds into me relentlessly, his hips slamming against my bouncing ass with each thrust. The desk creaks violently, papers scattering across the floor.
“Fucking tight,” he snarls, slapping my ass so hard the sound echoes off the walls. “You feel so fucking good.”
I bite my lip to keep from begging, but when he reaches around and starts rubbing tight, furious circles on my clit, I lose the battle.
“Cortez, oh fuck, please…”
“That’s it, baby girl,” he purrs filthily against my ear. “Beg me.”
“Please…harder,” I gasp, grinding back against him brazenly.
He laughs, grabs my hips, and starts ramming into me so hard the desk jerks across the floor an inch with every thrust. Stars explode behind my eyelids.
My whole body trembles on the edge. There’s no stopping the shattering happening within my abdomen.
Back bowing, legs shaking so violently I nearly collapse as I reach my orgasm.
But Cortez doesn’t stop.
He keeps pounding into me, riding out my orgasm, and chasing his own release.
I moan helplessly, feeling another orgasm building almost immediately.
“Fuck, Selene,” he groans, thrusting once…twice…then slamming inside me so deep it reaches depths I didn’t know I had, all while grinding against my ass as he spills his never-ending hot and thick cum.
We collapse over the desk, gasping, sweaty, bodies tangled together.
I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
Cortez doesn’t move. He stays buried inside me. I can still feel his hardness pulsing through my walls. He strokes a rough hand down my thigh, soothing the tremors wracking my body. When I finally manage to open my eyes, he’s watching me with a hard-to-decipher expression.
He brushes his thumb over my bruised, kiss-swollen lips. “The next time you disobey me, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll lose your sanity, and I’ll make sure to ruin you for any other man.”