Chapter Two
Andrea
This would probably be the biggest mistake of my life.
Telling a hot, mysterious stranger that I wanted him to fuck me. Worse, following him to somewhere I had no idea about simply because he said so. Yup, biggest mistake of my life.
The dim, carpeted hallway he led me through was lined on each side with luxurious black doors and golden number tags. The silence that trailed us was thick, dark, and consuming. My heart thudded loudly against my rib cage, threatening to rip out of my chest.
He stopped in front of a door, and my heart skipped. He waited for me to catch up with him, and when I did, he unlocked the door. Icy-blue eyes were trained on me as he stepped aside for me to enter.
It was like he was luring me to my death.
My mouth ran dry. I cast a reluctant glance at the door, wanting to lean into the little voice in my head that told me I could still turn around.
I put on an indifferent mask, straightened my spine, and sashayed into the room.
The lighting in the room was neutral. It wasn’t too bright or dim. It allowed me to make out the opulent black decor with touches of red.
“Hmm, classy,” I said under my breath.
As soon as the hair on my nape stood erect, I knew he was approaching me. I spun around with a gasp, my breath hitching rapidly. My eyes locked on his, awe settling in me at how someone can look both mischievous and icy at the same time.
“Scared?” He bit his lower lip, his eyes straying to my perfectly glossed lips.
“No.” I swallowed.
He smirked, his blue eyes detached. “Get on the bed. Stay on the edge, heels off, and legs spread wide.”
He sounded so hot bossing me around. I preferred having things go my way, but tonight, submitting to him willingly came to me.
I wanted to please him.
My spine stiffened, goose bumps scattering all over my skin. I obliged, tossing my purse somewhere in the room and hopping on the bed. I kicked my heels off my feet, slowly bunched my knees, and kept my toes on the edge of the bed. Then I spread my legs wide.
My cheeks burned. I grew self-conscious because I didn’t know if he could see how drenched my black thong was. My chest was thrust out, my nipples straining against my dress as I splayed my palms on the bed.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
He approached me, all lean and ripped, with strides that made him look like a panther. He was the predator. I was the prey.
He crouched at eye level with me, the space beside me dipping slightly like he was burying his fists into it to prevent himself from ripping my dress off my body.
“You never told me your name.” My thin voice was barely above a whisper.
The corners of his lips quirked in an unhinged grin. “Luciano.”
Luciano.
He had such a beautiful name. I couldn’t help but test it on my lips. “Luciano. I’m Andrea.”
“Andrea...” He pushed himself between my legs, and the brief contact of our skin lit my entire soul on fire. “Do you do this all the time?”
My heart dipped. “Do what?”
“Tell random men you want them to fuck you.” He gritted the words out. My chest burned at the raw jealousy and possessiveness that dripped from his words.
He curled his arm around my waist while his free hand gripped my thigh possessively. Our noses brushed, eliciting a moan from me as heat seared through my body. My body was beginning to melt into him, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
"No ... I..." I stammered, meeting his burning gaze. His eyes were fiery and unkind, holding dark promises of the things he was going to do to me tonight.
His fingers slipped between my thighs, teasing me, making me moan. “Once I sink my cock into this pussy,” he cupped me through my drenched underwear, “it becomes mine. No one else’s.”
I shuddered.
Something about what he said was utterly possessive and absolute. I should have asked him what he meant, but the burning hunger I felt for him, the way I desperately wanted to be fucked by him, prevented that. It was just for tonight.
I nodded.
“Use your words and tell me you understand.” His teeth scored my neck.
“I understand.” I sold my soul to the devil with those words.
The way Luciano claimed my lips knocked my breath right out of me.
It crushed me into pieces and lit my whole body on fire.
He didn’t just kiss me. He marked me with his lips and let me drown in his taste.
He tasted like the rum he had been drinking with a twinge of something borderline animalistic.
I fisted his shirt when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, cupping the side of my face and fisting my hair so he could feast on me harder. My stomach clenched, demanding something more because no matter how much he kissed me, he only ignited my hunger for him even more.
A whimper of protest tore from my lips as he broke off the kiss. The smell of sandalwood hit my nostrils, dulling my senses. His lean fingers found the hem of my dress and easily pulled the stretchy material over my head.
I was left in just my underwear. My nipples puckered under his gaze, begging for his attention. It made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “so beautiful.”
His weight dwarfed mine, pressing me into the mattress.
His lips were back on mine, his fingers curling around my throat to keep me in place.
I was moaning into the kiss, helpless and so fucking turned on.
The fingers on his free hand scorched a path downward between my thighs, ripping my underwear off in one ruthless go.
“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured against my lips.
I whimpered.
He clasped two of his fingers around my clit, toying with it. With my throat in his merciless hold as he tortured me down there, I released a strangled noise that only made my helplessness echo back into my ears.
“Luciano. Oh, God.”
“Not God. Me,” he growled. “I’m the one pleasuring this sweet little cunt.” His hot lips descended on a nipple, tugging at it softly.
“We are going to play a little game.” He ran his fingers up and down my dripping cunt. “I’ll ask you a question, and you’ll answer me. If you don’t, you know what they say about naughty girls. They aren’t allowed to come.” He retracted his fingers from my pussy, and I whined.
“What were you telling your friends earlier?” he pushed a finger into my opening.
I arched off the bed, thrusting my boobs in his face. “Ahh...”
“Not an answer.” He sucked on my neck, threatening to take out his finger.
I wanted to reach for it to put it back in, but he swiftly grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
“My stepsister is getting married.” I rushed the words out, choking on my moans when he started thrusting his finger in and out of me.
“That’s not it. That’s not all. Go on. Tell me everything,” he crooned, keeping his thumb on my clit to stimulate me even more.
“Hm ... oh, fuck. That feels so good.”
“Keep talking.” He spanked my pussy.
“She’s—dammit—there’s a family trip. She and my—ah—stepmother will be waiting to rub her engagement in my face. Don’t stop ... oh ... yes.”
He added one more finger, curling them inside me. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. “And?”
“My friends want me to hire a fake fiancé!” I yelled, tossing my head backward.
My loud moans filled the room as his fingers plunged in and out of me in savage strokes. I began riding his fingers when my hunger reached its peak. My stomach clenched and twisted into knots, making my toes curl.
“Interesting,” he murmured, nipping at one of my boobs.
“There ... there...”
“Here?” I could feel the bastard smirking against my skin as he hit my sensitive spot.
“Yes!”
“You want to come for me, don’t you?” he said huskily.
I whimpered, my voice suddenly thinned out because of how hard I had been moaning.
“Come for me, amore.”
My orgasm swept through me like a volcanic force, shattering me into pieces around his fingers.
“Good girl.” He released his hold around my neck, brushing his lips over mine.
My body was still trembling from the mind-shattering release I just had. Even then, hunger still lingered within me. Hunger that I feared couldn’t be quenched because of the chokehold he had me in.
“I think this pussy is ready for my cock now. Don’t you think?” He kissed me hard.
I pushed my body into him, my hardened and throbbing nipples desperate for more friction.
“Please...” I whispered.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
His blue eyes darkened at the words that left my mouth.
He pressed his hard-on into my slippery cunt, eliciting a groan from him.
His lips connected with mine, and this time, I hastily grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
My trembling fingers found his buckle, and I hurriedly undid it.
I dragged down his trousers and briefs at the same time.
The warmth of his cock hit the skin of my fingers, but that wasn’t what made me break off our kiss. It was the thickness of the length I felt.
My mouth dried up, and my heart skipped when my eyes landed on his thick, veiny cock.
The tip was dripping with pre-cum. It was as though it was taunting me. I was tempted to snap my legs shut because even though I was no virgin, I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to fit into me.
“You are huge...”
“And you are scared.” My cheeks burned as he glided his knuckles over my cheek. My lips parted, and I moaned.
“It won’t fit.”
“It will.” His fingers closed around my throat, and his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “And you’ll take every inch of it like a good little girl.”
Luciano tossed one of my legs over his shoulder.
My breath trembled, a whimper escaping me when he ran the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing me and building up terrific anticipation about what I was about to take in.
“Are you on the pill?” he whispered, his voice softening for a fraction.
“Yes.”
The word had barely gotten off my tongue when he slammed into me. The force jerked me forward, propelling me to grab onto his shoulder with my mouth wide open.
His cock ripped into me like a deadly invasion.
My breath felt like it was cut off for a moment. I couldn’t breathe. The only thing I felt was his cock stretching me out. He froze atop me, rough fingers around my waist like he was waiting for me to acclimate to his length.
“Dammit, baby, you are the tightest thing I have ever been in,” he growled.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned when he pulled out and slammed back into me.
Luciano’s cock was as sadistic as he was. It plunged into me without mercy, wreaked havoc within me, and cut off my airflow for what seemed like an eternity.
“It’s too much... It’s too much.” I whimpered, digging my nails into his shoulder.
The pain was all I could feel, causing tears to build up in my eyes.
“Look at me.” He pushed a stray hair behind my ear. I was compelled to meet his gaze. “This cock is yours. You will take it. All you need to do is breathe through it. Relax and let me into this sweet little pussy.”
I did it. I breathed.
When he eased out of me and pulled back in, it felt like the worst was over. The pain faded and was replaced with something else, something raw and unbridled.
Hunger.
I crashed my lips on his, giving him the go-ahead he needed.
Luciano eased out of me again and thrust back into me. This time, it was hard, merciless, and designed to wreck me. I didn’t mind. The pain was gone, replaced by the need to be satiated by his cock.
The way he had my leg thrown over his shoulder made his penetration deep. It felt like he was hitting my womb. I fucking loved it.
Each thrust shed off the gentlemanly mask he managed to put on all night, before revealing the dark, wild, and untamed beast within. Luciano’s fingers found their way back to my throat, pinning me down before he started pounding me into the bed.
My moans were loud, shaky, and raw.
“Hm-hm-oh, yes.”
“You love that?” He slammed into me. “You loved being fucked mercilessly with my cock?”
“God, yes.” My hips bucked. I began lifting my hips, greedy and desperate to meet him thrust for thrust. I pushed back, taking every savage stroke he offered, releasing strangled noises.
His cock hitting my wet cunt created sloppy sounds, and the slapping of skin that resounded through the room.
I could barely recognize my voice.
I sounded wanton, helpless, and needy. I couldn’t get enough of his cock.
“You take me so well. You are such a good girl for me, amore.” He slowed his pace, pulling out of me to tease my folds before he pounded back in.
I scratched at the sheets beneath me, my loud moans punctuated by his thrusts.
He was true to his words. Luciano didn’t make love. He fucked. Hard. He pinned me to the mattress and fucked my soul out of my body. Every torturous stroke sent me over the edge.
“Luciano, please. I can’t—” I sobbed. “Ugh, fuck—please, stop ... oh.”
My tits bounced harshly, sensitive to touch and movement. Strands of my hair stuck to my sweaty skin, my sobs loud and ugly, but he didn’t stop. He railed at me until my legs trembled.
“This cunt was made for me.” His fingernails dug into my hip. I was using him as an anchor to keep myself conscious.
“Your submissive little cunt weeps for me. It’s such a slut, wrapping around my cock.” His husky voice hit the shell of my ear, making my breath hitch.
He spoke dirty, and he did it so well.
My toes curled as my abdomen clenched. I feared my fingernails would break because of how hard I was fisting the sheets.
When his mouth captured a nipple, I cupped the back of his head to press his face into my chest. My voice was barely heard anymore over his ruthless pounding. I could only lie there, helpless and so fucking stimulated, letting him fuck me into oblivion.
“I’m,” my voice thinned out as he choked me harder, “going to—please, please...”
“Come with me, amore.” I was sure my voice would be gone by morning with the way I moaned when I came all around his cock.
Luciano stroked me through my orgasm before he released inside me. He kissed me softly as I whimpered, feeling his cum drip down my thighs.
My legs were numb, and my middle ached with soreness. He rolled over to the side and pulled my naked body into his chest.
I couldn’t protest. My eyes snapped shut immediately.
But somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew I’d be gone by morning. This was a one-time thing. I wasn’t planning to see him anymore.