I shuddered under his hold. I was both terrified and equally turned on.
“Maybe if you were anyone else,” I licked my lips as his hand dropped away from my chin, “I would behave and know better, but when you get like this,” I ran my hand down his stomach and across his erection, “all I want to be is bad. Very, very bad.”
He growled, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the garden shed. “You want to push my limits?” He slammed the door behind me and pressed me down, front first, across a stone table. He hiked up my dress as he dropped his pants, shifted my dripping panties aside, and plunged deep inside me. I shot forward in a moan, loving him inside me. I used my arms to prop myself up, but he took a fistful of hair and gently lifted my head to see out the window. Mariano had pulled in and was now in the driveway as he made a call. My phone rang, and Elio dumped out my purse and slid my phone over to me.
“Answer him,” he commanded.
“No.” I hated that idea.
“Sienna.” He gave my bottom a swat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to come.
“Fine,” I groaned and answered the call on speaker. “Hi, Mariano.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m, ah…” I fought to keep my head straight. “Almost there, I mean home.”
Elio slowly dragged out of me to the tip and plunged back inside with such force I was thankful for the strength of the table.
“Are you okay?”
“Mmhm.”
Elio’s hands moved to my hips under my belly and palmed my breasts.
“I want to take you to dinner.”
“I’m pretty full at the moment.” Elio chuckled quietly, and I rolled my eyes at my cheesy choice of words.
“You can eat. We have some things to discuss. I’m in the driveway. How long until you arrive?”
“Any moment now.” I clicked the phone off and let out a much-needed moan. “Yes, Elio, I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” He pounded harder, and I started to see black spots. I was racing so close to the finish line I could taste sweet victory. My body coiled, my toes curled, my mouth watered, and-and…
“Mybella.” Elio suddenly stopped. “I told you not to test me.” He slid out, and I gasped. “Now,” he moved my panties back into position, lifted me onto my feet, and finger brushed my hair to lay smooth, “if you want to come, you need to behave.”
“That’s messed up, Elio.”
“What’s messed up, my love, is that you want to test my limits for your enjoyment. When you’re ready to be a good little lady, you know exactly where we are.” He smirked and kissed my lips roughly.
“So, you’re holding out on me? No sex until I behave?”
“Sex yes, coming no.” He grinned in delight.
“Oh, Elio,” I matched his tone, feeling so much better than I did this morning, “game on.” I winked and thought how fun this would be.
I started to gather my belongings that he had so nicely dumped on the table when he snagged my letter.
“What’s this?”
“A letter.”
“From?” He didn’t enjoy my sarcasm.
“You remember my old friend Cara, from the DeVaio house?” His expression changed to a serious one. “I guess she found me. Found me at the newspaper, I mean, then Wyatt sent it to Vinni, who gave it to me. She wants to meet up.”
“Why?”