Chapter Six
Nick
She’s a goddamn master game player. She’s winning no matter how hard I try to resist. Her spoken words—her truth—is a move on the chessboard I can’t seem to counter. Her words stab at me, they cripple me, they distort every emotion in my body.
She admits her desire freely. She confesses her passion. She doesn’t hide her need and it’s weakening the defenses of my strategy.
But. I. Don’t. Lose.
Lyriope will not be the victor over me.
I groan at the incredible feel of her grinding against me, pissed at my own vocal reveal. She arches her back, breathing heavily with desire which has my cock harder than I’ve ever been before. There’s something so sexy about this girl. Lyriope Bailey/Morelli isn’t the virginal little innocent she appears to be. She’s a secret dirty girl who likes it raw and filthy. She just hasn’t been given the opportunity yet.
The thought of corrupting her, of bringing her out of her shell, is too damn tempting, and I almost can’t stand it. She thinks she knows what she wants, but I’m going to show this girl just how much she doesn’t know.
She thrusts against me, alternating her pressure and speed, screwing with me, taunting me even further. I grin even as I grit my teeth. I refuse to hand the control over to Lyriope no matter how hard she tries to take it.
As if my brain has switched up a gear, I grab hold of her hair again and yank it harder in sexual warning.
I am in control, and the sooner she learns that, the better.
But at the same time, I’m losing control. Maybe I’ve lost it completely, never to find it again. Nothing I’ve done when it comes to this woman speaks of a controlled man. Harrison knows it, and so does everyone else who has witnessed this woman’s hold on me.
Everything’s crazy. Everything’s madness.
I came to Italy for her. And yet… she came to Italy for me.
She sacrificed her own safety for me.
The power of that knowledge sinks in and weighs on me heavy as I know this is not just some chick to fuck. She’s more. This altered reality and world she and I have created is more.
Much as I’m enjoying myself, I don’t want to claim that virginity of hers yet, not when there’s so much of her body left to explore—over and over again. Fucking her is ending this part of our game, and I’m not ready to lay down my cards. I’m not the true victor yet, and I know Lyriope knows that too.
And with how hard my cock throbs, I need to regain the upper hand. I need to feel, taste, and smell every last bit of her arousal. I want to hear her mewls and moans with every stinging pull of her hair. I want this woman to learn that no doubt she’s mine. She’ll never run from me again.
Never.
I’ll make damn sure she doesn’t.
Giving her ass another hard slap, I flip her again, this time onto her back. Even as she gasps at the sting of the single swat, I slam my body into hers, kissing her hard, feeling her bucking against me. I know she wants me, that she’ll love for me to simply take her, but that isn’t going to happen—not yet.
Not when I haven’t seen her face contort in pure pleasure and lust mixed with pain. I want to make her fall apart, to cause her to scream out my name. Wanting to taste her, I run my mouth down her body, pausing to feast again on her nipples, tugging one and then the other away from her body with my teeth. This brings on a beautiful hiss as she arches up to lessen the pull.
I savor this moment, to see how far I can push things with this woman. To see how spontaneous she is and how much pain she can take… how far on the dark side I can bring her. And from the way she cries out in lust as I pull my head back, elongating the tender bud clamped between my teeth, I can tell we are going to have a whole lot of sinful fun together.
As my lips brush her skin, she gasps loudly, groaning and writhing, looking sexier than I ever had seen a woman look before. I might have had my fun with sexually adventurous women in my life, but this one actually means something to me. I feel something for her. There’s no denying this fact. Her raw energy seems to match mine, and it makes my cock want to explode at the thought of what we can have.
“Oh my God,” she whispers anxiously as my mouth finds her thighs.
She’s trembling, tensing up, pushing her pussy into my face for more. She isn’t shy. She knows exactly what she wants, and I’m the least bit surprised when she demands, “Stop teasing me. Please just fuck me… please.”
Not caving to her pleas, I inhale the sweetness of her. She’s hot and wet, and it absolutely damn near kills me that I can’t thrust hard into that tight cunt of hers. But I still need a taste. And there’s still a lesson to be learned.
I bend closer, allowing my breath to trickle over her clit, which has her breaths coming out short and fast and her fingers sliding into my hair, gripping hard as she yanks me to her core. Reaching up, I pull her hands free, taking both wrists in my fists and pinning her arms above her head.
“Naughty,” I chastise before lowering my head to where nirvana awaits.
I dip lower, running kisses all over her slit before the passion wraps a tight knot around me. I can no longer hold back, no longer continue to tease because the desire for more is rippling right through my dick, controlling all my actions.