“Tell me, were you jealous tonight?” His body is inches from my own and his warm breath caresses my cheeks.
“Never,” I scoff trying to turn my eyes away.
He large hand slides over to cup my chin and cheek making me look at him.
“I think you are lying. I hate it when people lie.” The underlying threat lingers between us.
I can’t start lying now, he will never believe me again. “Why are you here?” I change the subject, hoping to throw him off guard.
“I heard the noise and was worried that someone might be in your room.”
“You don’t think I can take care of myself?”
“I know you can.”
“I’m fine. You can leave.” My voice stern but unconvincing.
“Why should I go?” he taunts me and for a moment I get a glimpse of him without his tough exterior, like when we’re training, focused, relaxed, not all huffy and controlling like he is tonight.
“I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone. I just want to find Sofia, but you wanted to get your cock serviced earlier and that’s wasting time. Every day we are not looking for Sophia, we are wasting time.” I’m consumed with worry for her, but it dissipates as my attraction to him gets hotter with each barb that passes between us.
“You need me, you just don’t know it. You want to go up against your family alone? There are too many of them and you know it.”
“I…” His physical proximity scrambles my thoughts and I’m holding my breath for no reason.
He leans in and says, “Face it,diletto, you find yourself attracted to me.”
“Never.” But my words don’t ring true, and we both know it.
We’re at a stale mate until our worlds collide and finally, he takes control, leaning in and his warm lips find mine. The knife is still in my hand, and I could stab him. Funny, I no longer want to kill him. I let me knife fall to the tiled floor where it makes a clatter.
I’m naked, bathed in vulnerability, as he unbuttons my blouse and slips it off. His hands explore my body, caressing me with his long, strong fingers, running them down my arms and up my naked back giving me goose bumps that run down my arms and legs. His hands slide to my neck, where he tightens his grip.
With his hands around my throat, he’s has total control, and I can’t move my head. I have no choice but to look at him as he pulls me closer, and the pressure of his lips intensifies. Instead of being frightened, I’m turned on.
It’s hot to have a man come on so strong, so confident, knowing he’s dangerous enough to not take shit off anyone and that he could order my demise tomorrow.
Grabbing the back of his head, I angrily kiss him back. Our mouths nip and tease each other before his tongue goes down my throat. We can’t get enough, and I’m sucked into a whirlwind of sensations.
His shirt comes undone, and we both shed them. He unclasps my bra with just a flick of two fingers. I don’t care about anything now, it’s just the two of us and our bodies glisten with sweat.
He unzips his pants that fall silently to the floor. He’s naked now and his cock is hard and ready for me as he unceremonious flips me on the bed in one move.
I’m impressed by his adaptation of moves I taught him. He’s on top of me, looking into my eyes and in the soft lighting I catch the heat in his breath and the desire in his eyes sears into my soul. He’s making his claim. I’m his.
I can’t think. All I want is him. Our mouths fly over each other’s bodies driven by anger and lust, hungry as wolves on the hunt for food in winter. He sucks on my neck, no doubt leaving his mark for surely there will be a bruise tomorrow.
He slaps my ass and I’m surprised to find that I like it. I use a move on him, flipping him on his back where I pin his shoulders to the bed so he can’t move.
He smiles at me. Beads of sweat cover his neck, and his chest hair is damp by the time I run my fingers through it. I pull on it hard, wanting to punish him for earlier. He lets out a chuckle before flipping me under him with one arm wrapped around me back, taking me by surprise.
“You are mine, Francesca. Don’t you ever forget it.” With that he enters me, hard, driving the fact home as a moan of pleasure and pain leaves my lips in the form of surprise that gives way to pleasure.
It’s been so long, I’m tight and feel every inch of him in me. I tighten my muscles around his thick cock, making him gasp and moan.
I can’t hold back a small smile and squeeze his cock again.
His breathing is coming faster and faster as he holds me down and pounds into me. I like his roughness and my release is building inside me, reaching higher and higher until we peak together, crying out in the dimly lit room.