"I'll scream!" she cried.
"Go ahead," I told her. "I'm sure your father will come running to your rescue. So if you want him to hear you moaning my name as he stands outside the locked door, you go ahead and scream." I sat down on the edge of the bed and dragged her facedown across my lap. She was wearing black, stretchy pants.
Perfect.
With one hand on the back of her neck to hold her down, I used the other to pull them down off her ass. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I growled my appreciation.
When she realized what I was doing, she went very still. But she didn't fool me. I knew it was only the calm before the storm, and I held my hand hovered over one smooth cheek.
As soon as she started to buck, I brought it down hard, my breaths coming hard as her fair skin blushed pink beneath my palm.
"Goddammit, Luca! Don't you dare! I'm not a child!"
My hand came down again on the other side.
"Fuck you!" she spit out, kicking out with her legs and trying to push herself away from the bed.
Removing my hand from the back of her neck, I leaned down and caught her wrists, stretching them above her head across the bed as my leg came down over hers, trapping her on my lap. Unable to move, she shrieked with frustration.
"Do I need to gag you, too?" I asked her as I rubbed my palm over the heated skin of her ass. "It wouldn't be ideal, because then I'll miss the lusty moans that'll soon be leaving those pretty lips. But I'll do it if I have to. I really don't want to knock out your father just so I can deal out your punishment."
She sank her teeth into my thigh.
I cursed, and my hand smacked her ass hard enough to make her let go. "Do that again," I dared her.
"Fuck you."
"Is that the only thing you have to say to me?" I spanked her again, and again, as I told her how incredibly insane she made me. Told her how much I wanted her. The things I wanted to do to her. I laid my palm to her ass until she was no longer cursing at me but squirming on my lap, and those low moans I loved to hear were escaping her lips no matter how much she tried to stop them.
Dipping two fingers between her fleshy thighs, I slid them into the folds of her cunt. She was so fucking wet, my own moan couldn't be contained as my cock kicked up against her stomach. "This," I told her. "This is mine." I was so hard I felt like I was about to burst from my skin.
I leaned over her, pressing my lips to her hair. "You're so fucking wet for me."
"Not for you," she panted.
"You're angry," I told her. "And you're scared. But don't ever lie to me, Veda." I inserted one finger inside of her, then two, fire heating my blood when the muscled walls tightened around them.
"I'm not fucking you," she told me again.
I smiled, and pressed my thumb into the puckered hole of her ass. "This is mine, too."
"No." But even as she tried to deny me, she rolled her hips so I would go deeper. I didn't give her what she wanted, though. Not yet.
I pulled out my fingers, spreading her moisture through her cunt and up to her ass. "Have you fucked anyone else after you ran from me?"
"Luca, stop," she pleaded.
"Have you?"
"None of your fucking business," she spit out.
I tightened my grip around her wrists. "If you have"—I rimmed her ass with my thumb—"I'll find out. And I will kill him. But it's up to you if his death is quick and easy or long and painful. So, tell me"—I cupped her in my hand, pressing the tip of my thumb inside her tight ass and finding her clit with my fingers—"have you let anyone else touch you like this?"
"Please," she begged, pushing her hips back into my hand.
I stopped moving my hand. "Tell. Me."
"No!" she burst out. "No! Of course not. I've been too busy trying to stay alive, you ass."