6. Camellia
6
Camellia
At what point do I put a stop to this? He’s already touched me where I’m most sensitive once. I can’t let him do it again.
Turning to look at him, I shift against his lap and feel his cock digging into my backside. He’s pushing my boundaries, testing just how much he can get away with. A quiet voice in the back of my head encourages me to let him go on and on until he’s satisfied.
How can I possibly enjoy myself? I’ve heard plenty of stories about this man, and the nightmare fuel that comes with him. I can’t let the single day I’m left alone with him cover up everything I know.
“I want to go back inside. Take me back to my prison.” My voice shakes as I try to be a little demanding. He won’t take me seriously if I keep shaking like a leaf.
He doesn’t pick up the demand, swooping in instead. His breath tickles my lips, and I can see how much of a master he is at making his own demands without speaking a single word.
Thankfully, I’m right in the mind long enough to lift my hand and push his face away.
I’ve never kissed anyone before. Maybe I tried with my hand once, purely out of curiosity. Santino will not steal this first. He’s already done plenty enough. I won’t let him keep making me lose myself.
“No thanks.” I keep my hand in place despite his lips tickling my skin.
“Why?” Instead of pulling at my wrist, I feel the wetness of his tongue press between my fingers. “This isn’t how you play.”
This really is a game to him. A game of suffering. A game of confusion and matching feelings with it.
I try not to focus on how it feels to have him lick my skin, or reveal the pink color of his tongue peeking out between the gaps.
“I don’t want to play.” My voice hitches, and his eyes crinkle with amusement.
He lifts his hand, lightly wrapping his fingers around my wrist. Pulling my hand away, he presses his mouth against my racing pulse. “Really?”
My heart flutters in my chest as I watch him trace a vein with his tongue. “Y–Yes.”
I don’t. I can’t. I won’t.
Yet, I’m not pulling away. I’m letting him dirty my skin with his mouth. It’s mesmerizing . The last place he had his mouth on left a dark bruise. Who knows what he’d do to my mouth if I let him near?
“I want to.” His breath tickles my wet skin. “I want to kiss you and see how plump those lips are.”
Biting my bottom lip without thinking, I shiver. He moves my hand and touches my chin. When I don’t immediately shove him away, he tries to lean in again.
Why can’t I do what is good for me?
“How about a small peck?” He grazes my lip with his thumb. “Just a simple brush?”
“You don’t seem like the kind of man to ask for something.” Muttering my thoughts out loud, I shiver when he grins.
“Is that what you want, Camellia? Do you want me to take whatever I want without asking? There is a long list of things I want from you.” He leans in, his mouth nearly brushing mine. “Tell the truth. If you don’t, I’ll know.”
I don’t want to answer his question. If I’m that easy to read, then anything I say will be wrong.
I can’t even convince myself that I don’t want this. My body is going against everything I know, rubbing up against him, and seeking more of his attention.
This is the outcome of never receiving attention before. One man’s complete focus on me has now disrupted everything.
“I’m going to take your silence as an admittance.” Giving me a couple seconds to say no, my tongue doesn’t work. Just like that, he eliminates the space between us.
I expect a simple brush of our mouths to satisfy him. Instead, he slants our mouths together and slides his tongue past my lips.
My hands find his shoulders, and I grip him for dear life as he teases my tongue to follow the same movement. Like a silent lesson, he shows me what to do, hoping to help me keep up.
I don’t stand a chance. As generous as he wants to be, he’s swallowing my breaths, and creating a familiar heat that is burning me up from the inside out.
“Fucking hell, Camellia. You have the slightest clue of what you’re doing to me?” His growl meets my groan as I grind closer to him. There’s this silent need to be pressed flush up against his chest. To run my hands along his chest, through his hair and everywhere else on his body.”
Catching my bottom lip with his teeth, a little sting of pain is all it takes to pull a whimper from my lips.
“You are not good for me.” Licking where my lip aches, his hands squeeze my hips hard enough to make them ache. “Why can’t I stop? Why can’t I get enough of you?”
He acts like this is a first for him, and I highly doubt that. A man as good-looking as him must’ve had many women entertain him. He’s got experience I can only dream of having.
I’m nothing special. If anything, I’m quite the opposite.
Aching to know what makes me so different that he can’t seem to control himself, I can’t find the time to ask the questions to get my answers. Not when he’s plunging his tongue back into my mouth for another taste.
He must realize how crazy this is. We’ve already done too much in a short period. All of this feels unreal. Like a dream I’m not sure I want to wake up from.
I imagine myself back at home, having this rough fantasy tearing through me just to wake up to my empty space of a room. Back to a silent life of being invisible to those I once called family.
For just a minute, I’ll enjoy this. Enjoy all the attention he’s giving me.
When the minute is up, I’m pulling back. My breathing is uneven, and my lips feel swollen.
Santino’s eyes are bright, just like his grin. He’s so pleased with himself. Pleased with getting his way while taking another piece of myself to feed his greedy self.
“I’m ready to go to bed.” I want to sleep this night away and move past it all. Even if I have to face the music in the morning, I’d rather not let myself slip up again because he wants something else. There’s only so much I have to give before I lose myself entirely.
“You’re sure? I don’t mind the view. The temperature feels perfect.” Looking like he wouldn’t mind staying out here for hours, he frowns when I start to wiggle. “Want me to carry you?”
“I can walk, thank you.” Stumbling to my feet, I don’t give him another chance to pick me up. I’ve been off my feet too many times around him.
Surprisingly, he keeps his hands to himself. Going as far as stuffing them into his pockets, he lets me lead. Even though I don’t know where I’m going, he keeps his eyes on me at all times.
The little hairs on the back of my neck are prickling. I fight the urge to tremble beneath his watch.
Once we’re back inside, he tells me which directions to move. When we come to an eventual stop, I’m sure this door isn’t the same one he took me to the first time. He proves my suspicions correct when he pushes open the door and places his hand on my back to guide me inside.
“I can’t trust even my own blood to keep you contained. For now, you’ll stay in here.” Shutting the door, he audibly locks it and leaves me standing at the entrance of the room as he moves deeper into the room.
This is his bedroom. The alarms are ringing loud in my head. There must be some kind of delay since they weren’t ringing like this when I was lost in the kisses he was planting on my lips only minutes ago.
“I can’t stay here.” Sputtering on the words, I watch him undo his belt. My heart shoots up into my throat, and I want to turn away, but my body doesn’t move.
Like a freaking magnet, I watch the leather snap against his wrist as he pulls it loose from his slacks. Only a few inches below, I can see the curve of his arousal pressing against his fly.
While I’m swallowing thickly, my eyes burn as I forget to blink.
Rolling the belt around his knuckles, his mouth twitches in what I can only guess is amusement. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’m going to want to put on a show for you. Might as well take a seat on the bed. It’s far more comfortable.” He looks at me and sets down the belt against a dresser. He moves to hook his finger beneath the knot of his tie.
My knees feel too wobbly to carry me over to his bed. “I’m not staring.”
It’s a lie, and we both know it.
Santino doesn’t deserve to be as attractive as he is. Aren’t monsters supposed to be scary-looking? With sharp teeth and glowing eyes? I suppose being fatally attractive is a thing. He fits the bill well enough.
“What is going on in that head of yours?” His fingers move down the row of buttons running down his vest, unhooking each jewel. Once he’s shrugged that piece off, he moves his fingers to his shirt. Slowly unbuttoning them each to reveal more tanned, flawless skin, I forget how to breathe.
My cheeks feel even more hot when I realize I’m trailing every single movement of his. “That’s none of your concern.”
That, and I don’t think I like the answer enough to tell him.
Realizing that he is fully intending to change in front of me, I find the strength to turn away.
If I wait long enough for him to get naked, could I attempt to run again? What is the chance he’d come after me wearing nothing but his birthday suit? He’s crazy enough to do it, I’m sure. No point in seeing what’ll happen to me if I go against him twice in one night.
However, this room upgrade feels less like a punishment, and more like a reward.
Santino has strange methods, I’ll give him that. He really knows how to keep someone up on their toes.
Heading over to the bed, I keep my eyes pinned to the midnight blue silk sheets covering the mattress. The fabric feels cool to the touch as I glide against it. Grabbing the blanket, I throw it over my head to block out any tempting whispers begging me to look his way.
There are plenty of things I haven’t done before, including looking at a man without clothes on or seeing his cock. Santino can’t steal all of my firsts. Some of these things, I plan on keeping for myself in a tight grip against my chest.
I listen to him move around the room. More clothes hit the ground before there’s the drag of a drawer opening. More shuffling. He’s creating so many noise, it’s near impossible to focus on anything else. Clenching my eyes shut, I scooch a little more forward toward the edge of the bed. It’s a decent-sized mattress, much bigger than my twin-sized one. Plenty of room for two adults.
Soon, the bed dips with the shift of additional weight. There’s a little movement as Santino gets comfortable.
What kind of sleeper is he? Does he roll over on his stomach, or does he like to hug his pillow to his chest? Does he snore? I imagine he’s a light sleeper, ready to jump into action the moment something shifts. How will he feel when he finds out that I’m a bit of a snorer? Will he kick me out of his room and regret taking me here in the first place? What about–
He flings an arm over me, tugging me against a wall of heat without a warning. Pulling the blanket off of my head, he tucks it beneath my chin and settles behind me. I can feel his erection immediately, but he doesn’t try to do anything with it. Unhappy with my distance, he pulls me right toward the middle of the bed.
There is no way a man like him snuggles women. I refuse to believe it. Even if he wanted to put me in some sort of chokehold, his arm isn’t anywhere near my throat.
He can’t keep his hands off of me for longer than five minutes. Has he realized it, or am I the only one going mad?
“Is this necessary?” Barely finding the words, my toes curl in my socks as I try not to enjoy the heat.
“Would you rather I tie you up?” He digs his cock further into the curve of my backside. “I’m sure I have rope somewhere. Maybe an old set of handcuffs. Somehow, I have to make sure you don’t try to slip out while I’m sleeping.”
I shiver at the very thought, and he misunderstands, bundling more blankets toward my chest.
“I could try to smother you with a pillow.” As tempting as it is, I may do so at this rate.
He hums against my hair as he thinks about it. “You could. How though? Help me paint a picture. Would you wrap your thighs around my hips and attempt to hold me down with your weight?”
I imagine the scene unfolding, following his description.
“When you’re pressing a pillow over my face, there’s something you can do to help make it even more enjoyable.” He nuzzles his nose against the back of my neck and takes in a deep inhale. “You could get yourself off while you take your first life. I’m going to be hard until the sun rises. Might as well use it to your advantage. Grind your pussy against me until you’re tingling all over.”
My breathing quickens, and my thighs rub together. I don’t like how he’s got my body wrapped around his finger. Even when he’s already done so much, Santino knows how to amplify these pesky feelings.
“Even if it sacrifices my last few breaths, I’d give them to you, little bird.”
“You’re insane.” Whispering the words, I catch myself panting. How can only a few words make me so hot and achy? “Just keep your hands to yourself, above the blankets at all times.”
His chest vibrates as he grunts. He nudges my legs apart with his knee to make himself more comfortable. At the same time, he grazes against my sensitive sex. I can feel my pulse where his thigh presses up against me. He curses under his breath when I wiggle and try to get more comfortable without purposely trying to seek a little relief.
“I’ll only keep my word for as long as you don’t push me.” Giving me more than enough of a warning, he reaches over to turn off the lamp on the stand next to him. “Time to sleep. We’ll figure out what to do with you in the morning.”
It’s an impossible task. Even more when he insists on leaving no inch of our bodies untouched.
Still, I close my eyes and try. If I don’t get rest now, tomorrow is going to be nothing shy of impossible.
If I’m lucky, my dreams will be a blank slate, and will have nothing to do with tending to my currently building list of problems to take care of.