Chapter 14 #2
“No.” The damn word didn’t come out like a refusal. Weak and airy instead, kind of like I didn’t even believe myself.
He kissed me again while sliding his fingers between my thighs and into my wet, pulsing core.
“Your body tells me you’re mine.”
“My body lies,” I moaned.
“No, it doesn’t. It’s telling you what you already know. You belong with me. Under me. Beside me. Above me while riding my cock like a good girl. Or my face,” he whispered between kisses. “It knows the truth. Don’t fight it. Honesty can be so much more rewarding for you, Angel.”
“I have to fight it.”
My breath hitched as he swirled tight circles around my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.
I pushed open his jacket and his shirt, peeled them from his arms, letting it all drop to the floor, then gripped his shoulders to pull his body against mine.
Feeling him—skin on skin, chest to chest—made heat bloom from deep within me and intensified the shock that always surged between us whenever we touched.
Stefano pressed his forehead to mine, then drove his fingers deeper inside me, using his thumb to circle and circle and, oh, sweet mother of Christ, faster and harder.
“Say it.”
It had been only a few days, and still, he had me melting into his hands. But damn it, it had to stop.
We didn’t have much time.
I needed to know his plan for Enzo, and I wanted to apologize. He deserved more, but it was all I had to give. Saying the words he wanted to hear would hurt too much.
Maybe I could even show him how much I wanted him, loved him, wished I could be his wife.
His lips traveled to my chin, then to my neck, kissing that one spot that always made my toes curl as he circled his fingers around my clit with the most exquisite pressure.
I reached down to feel him. His hard cock pressed against the zipper of his pants. With one hand on his chest, I eased him back a little and shook my head.
“I can’t say it, Ace. But let me show you how I feel.”
I leaned in and kissed his shoulder, his chest, his abs. I continued downward with my lips, my tongue, lowering myself onto my knees. Then, biting on my lip, I stared into his eyes and unzipped his tux trousers.
“Let me apologize to you for what I’ve done.”
I took the tip of his thick cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue over and around the tip, closing my eyes, savoring the sweet and salty sensation.
With a primal grunt, he grabbed the back of my head, filling his hands with my hair, and pulled me away from his cock.
“Uh-uh, no way. Open your eyes and look at me.”
When I looked up, wide pupils had overtaken his beautiful blue irises.
Stefano tightened his grip on my hair to hold me in place.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
I did what he said.
He gripped the base of his shaft and traced the tip along my lips. Then he tapped it against my tongue, reminding me which of us actually held the control.
“Now take it all,” he ordered.
He thrust his cock to the back of my throat, pulling my head down, forcing me to take him deeper.
I fought the intense urge to gag and choke.
“That’s it. Relax around it, Angel. Take more.”
My pulse hammered in my ears as I followed his command, though we both knew there was no way in hell the entire length of him would fit without me literally swallowing it.
I pulled in useless air through my nose.
Stefano might push me to the very edge, but he would never break me. He had never hurt me, and he never would.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to sit back and tell me why the fuck you think sucking my cock would get you off the hook. You’ll do as I say, Valentina.”
He released my hair, and I rocked back, gasping, taking a moment to catch my breath before saying anything.
Tap, tap, tap.
His shoe on the tile echoed around the stall.
I couldn’t say what he wanted me to say. I couldn’t destroy my soul, not when I needed it the most to save myself.
Before he anticipated my reaction, I sprang forward and sucked him back into my mouth. I took in as much as I could without passing out from a lack of oxygen. Then I drew back, sucking all the way down to the head before thrusting up the length of him again.
He braced himself between the walls, eyes squeezed shut as I took him in deeper.
“Fuuuuck…”
I smiled or tried to anyway.
I’d made this strong, intelligent, usually articulate man lose himself to me, and it filled me with a rush of warmth and pride.
It didn’t take long for him to regain control, though.
He grabbed handfuls of my hair and yanked me up to my feet, and while panting, he reprimanded me. Threatened me.
“Try it again, and you’ll be very sorry you did, little girl. You will tell me what the fuck I want to hear. You belong to me. And you won’t forget it while we’re apart. Say the words.
“Say my cock is the only one you’ll ever suck… that only my fingers and lips will touch you… and as soon as I get you back in my bed where you belong, you’ll give me another child. You’re mine, and you will tell me this, one way or another.”
God, I wanted to. The words sat at the tip of my tongue. I wanted more than anything to tell him that I loved him, that I belonged to him. That he would always own my body, my heart, and my soul.
But then the pain hit me. It shot through my chest and twisted inside my stomach. I bit down on my tongue and closed my eyes, forcing my mind to imprint every second, every sensation onto my brain.
Stefano pressed his palm against my clit.
“Be my good girl now, and I’ll let you come before I fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, my cum will wet your panties for a week.”
“Stefano, plea?—”
The bathroom door opened.
Stiletto heels clicked across the marble floor.
Stefano drew little circles with his fingers.
If someone caught us, it would be over. Saul would kill him for being in Chicago and for touching me when, as far as anyone else knew, I was protected by my family.
Neither of us would survive Saul Moscatelli.
“Stop,” I whispered, begging. “Stefano, please, stop.”
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t care about the same consequences I feared.
This man wanted what he wanted, and he’d get it.
Even if he had to die for it.
He smashed a hand over my mouth to shut me up and increased the intensity of his circling fingers.
My knees weakened.
Panic stole away my breath—or had he done that?
I didn’t know.
Between the lack of oxygen and knowing we might get caught at any moment made every sensation more intense.
“Say the words,” he whispered into my ear.
I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears from being so overwhelmed, so wracked with emotion and stimulation all at once.
“Give me what I want, Val. Then I’ll let you come on my hand,” he promised, the evil fucker.
I tried to block the sensations, to listen past his voice to the movement on the other side of the stall door.
“Say it,” he growled only loud enough for me to hear.
No, I wouldn’t do it. I made myself focus on the footsteps of the woman inside the restroom, on the thundering of my heartbeat. To hold back my orgasm, I willed my muscles to tighten and not release.
I’d gotten this far. I couldn’t give up now.
Sweat trickled down my back. Heat blistered my skin in waves. I fought to steady my breathing.
Stefano took the back of my head into his hand, pressing me against him as he pushed my body to its limit.
“You’re shaking, Valentina,” he breathed at my ear. “How much agony can you withstand? How long before your body gives in to my command?”
Fucking sadist, he was right.
Every inch of me trembled as I struggled to prevent release.
Why did he have to make this so difficult for me?
Well, because he knew it made me want him more.
Yes, I wanted him. I wanted to come. I needed to come.
I wanted to bathe in the bliss Stefano could give me.
But I couldn’t let him win this time, so I used everything I had to hold on a little longer.
Then those fucking heels clicked across the floor again—and it seemed like the woman headed straight for us.
The danger of her discovering us increased my desire.
It intensified my urgent need to come.
I wasn’t sure who the sick fuck was now.
“That’s right,” Stefano whispered with a smirk on his face. “Come for me now, Angel.”
The tension, the anticipation, they were killing me.
My desperation to unravel in his arms overwhelmed me.
I couldn’t take the delicious agony any longer.