“Jesus Christ, Tatum. Your body is dripping for me.”
It was true. From the desire that pulsed inside me, I knew my need was pooling between my legs.
He pushed his cock against my ass, thrusting so hard that my feet lifted off the floor, his finger slicking deeper between my legs.
“I bet there’s a raging war going on inside that little head of yours. You’re probably cursing your body while your mind is hating me so fucking much right now.”
More hard thrusting, more touching and flicking between my legs. My body was on the verge of exploding, my mind spiraling out of control with all the mixed emotions and feelings currently twisted together in the pit of my stomach.
“You can’t do this to me,” I whispered, my cheek plastered against the wall.
He flexed behind me, pushing his hand deeper between my legs before slipping his finger easily inside me. A loud moan escaped me, and I pushed my ass harder against him.
“It seems like I already did.”
“Oh God…”
Soft lips found the delicate skin of my neck, and once again my body overruled my head by allowing me to tilt my neck to the side, wanting to give his lips more of me to kiss, to devour. It was the most intense high I had ever experienced—the fight, the surrender, the downright fucked-up-ness of it all. Everything about us, right now, in this moment was insanely powerful.
I couldn’t stop rocking against him, wanting his finger to move inside me. “This is wrong on so many levels, Castello.”
“Which is why it feels so fucking good.” A second finger entered me, my entire body shuddering from the pleasure that wracked through my core, up my spine.
He sucked my earlobe between his lips before biting down, the pain ricocheting between my legs where he kept working me relentlessly.
“You never answered my question, little mouse.”
“What question?” He pushed his fingers in deeper, and I moaned.
Slowly, he swept my hair together before winding it around his fist, jerking my head back with force that made my scalp sting. “Did my brother fuck you the way you wanted to be fucked?”
Instantly, my body went cold, my spine frozen completely. The water cascading down on us felt like hard pebbles rather than soft droplets. The two fingers inside me were no longer welcome, feeling more like an invasion than a means for release. Mentioning his brother, Carlo, gave my mind more strength to fight my greedy body. All the lies, all the deceit, the fear came storming back like a hurricane of unwelcome, painful emotions.
“Castello, stop.” I placed my hands against the wall to push myself back, no longer wanting his body against mine. But his fingers still kept their rhythm, his body not giving way.
“Your head might tell you that you want me to stop, but the slickness of your pussy tells me something completely different.”
“I might not be able to control my body around you, but my mind is stronger than you think.”
“Your head can conjure lies, telling you what you think is right. But your body can’t lie, not to me.” All it took was one calculating move of his thumb, pressing against the spot that made my entire body shake, causing my mind to crumble into nothing but thoughts and images of the most warped acts of sin.
This was so wrong, too wrong, but I didn’t know how to stop it—whether I wanted to stop it. My body went from hot, to cold, to hot again within the span of a few seconds, my head spinning with the need to fight yet my body spiraling out of control with the ache to find release.
“Stop fighting it, little mouse.”
“Never.”
My body rocked, my mind fought, my insides coiled tight—I was certain I would combust at any second.
Another hard thrust and I braced myself against the wall as he pushed his cock up between my ass cheeks, intensifying the need that throbbed between my legs.
“Do you know what I thought while I watched Vico beat you with his belt?” More thrusts, more relentless touching and penetrating of fingers. “I thought about how much I wanted to be the one dealing out the lashes. I envied my brother for having the pleasure of painting your body with stripes of red, so much so that I entertained the most murderous thoughts toward my little brother.”
“Yet you saved me from enduring the full punishment.”
“Because I couldn’t stand the fact that you were enduring pain from someone else and not me.”
A loud crack echoed through the shower, and then came the burn of flesh, the sting of his palm against my ass. It felt so goddamn good, the pain that rebounded between my legs and up my spine. Castello increased the pressure of his thumb, pushing harder, moving faster in circles of pleasure.