Until I forgot who I was. The terrible things I had done and endured.
I watched her suck my cock with an enthusiasm I hadn’t planned on, and it took every fiber of my being to utter the next word.
“Stop,” I gritted out, feeling the pressure build in my balls. If she kept doing it like that, I wouldn’t be doing anything but embarrassing myself all over her fucking face or in her mouth.
Leda did as I asked, her gaze meeting mine, but her hand still held onto my now wet, aching cock like she owned the damn thing. Her fingers trace the bulging head, idly finding the vein that stood out against the stretched skin. She was exploring me at her leisure, her lips parted as if she wanted to take me in her mouth again.
Every touch and every stroke was fucking ruining me.
Without a word, I grabbed her hand, stilling her touch as I tried to find harsh words to say. What Ireallywanted to tell her was to continue torturing me like she was—to bring me to the edge only to pull away until nothing could hold me back anymore.
“Valentino?” she asked hesitantly. Did she even know my full name? Why should I even care? I shouldn’t care, but there was a small piece of my dark soul that wanted to hear my name pass through her lips the same way that my cock did.
No. This was getting out of hand. I was going to end these warm feelings right here and now. I hadn’t bought her to explore my desires. I bought her because I needed her as just another part of my plans.
That was why she was here, no other reason but that.
I squeezed her hand tightly until she winced under the pain. That was more like it. She was supposed to be scared of me.
That had been the plan. “You don’t get to ask any fucking questions,” I snarled before pushing her away. Her chest heaved as she fell onto the bed, but I was no longer paying attention to anything but the glistening pussy before me. Did this turn her on?
It sure as hell turned me on.
I was acutely aware that I was hard as a rock. It was almost painful.
One look at Leda’s face, however, only pissed me off more. She looked hurt, and her eyes begged me for an explanation. As if she did something wrong.
No. You did nothing wrong.
“Turn over,” I told her in a near growl. I didn’t want to watch her expression as I fucked her. In fact, I preferred to keep my partners facing away from me because to meet their eyes was too much. Eyes were a fucking glimpses to a person’s soul, and right now, I wanted nothing else but to keep mine hidden.
When Leda flipped over, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, ignoring the softness of her skin under my fingers. She felt like heaven to me as my rough and callused hands ran over her skin, the same silky skin that begged to be kissed.
I rested my cock at her entrance. “Wait,” she breathed. “Wait.”
No.
I had waited long enough. All my plans had gone to hell at this point. All I had now was Leda D’Agostino.
No more fucking waiting. I was taking what I wanted.
I pushed the head of my cock into her warm moist entrance. She gasped. I reached out and covered her mouth as I started to push myself deeper.
“You don’t get to fucking talk.”
Chapter 24
Leda
I didn’t know what to think.
My heart hammered against my chest as I felt him start to nudge my entrance with his cock, the tingling causing me to bite back a moan so it wouldn’t make him angry again. Never before had I been in this situation, a situation that I couldn’t handle. Normally if a guy was getting too handsy, I could handle it, but right now, it seemed that Valentino was in complete control.
I was scared. I was nervous. I was—heck, I was excited about the prospect. My mind felt drunk, even though I was fully aware of what was going on. A million questions raced through my mind, but only two stood out.
Why did this Mafia Don feel so… right? Why didn’t this scare me more?
That was what truly scared me: the fact that I wasn’t fazed by the way he was treating me, that I wasn’t trying to fight back and deny him the rights to my body, to my mouth.