“It’s not a thing at all.”
“Dare I ask why not again?”
He pulled me so close his lips were on my ear, and then he did what he knew how to do best. “You tremble when you see me, Katalina. I know you’re not scared. It’s just your body’s reaction. When I touch you, you jump away because if you don’t, you’ll lean in for more. When my hand goes between your legs, your pussy is wet. It’s not for anyone or anything else. I own that part of you while you own every other part of me.”
“Rome—”
“I’m done talking.” He pulled his arm out from under my head and unbuttoned his suit jacket, then slid it from his shoulders and draped it on the seat next to him.
“But…”
“Take off your panties and spread your legs.” He said it while rolling up his sleeves, one measured fold at a time. Those strong fingers moved quickly with purpose and precision.
“I’m not in here to fuck.” Yet I wanted to obey so badly that I wiggled in my seat trying to cull some of my need.
“That’s fine. I’ll do the fucking.” He sighed. Before I could stop him, he was undoing his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his collar. He pulled his Glock from where he had it tucked into the back of his belt. I thought he was going to set it on the seat beside him, but he unloaded it before placing the cool steel on my thigh.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“I wonder what you’re carrying today, how good our weapons would look next to each other?”
When he eyed the space between my legs, I knew that he could tell where I’d placed my knife. It was his job to know those sorts of things. His hand went right to it, on my left outer thigh and he wiggled the handle of it. The leather was buckled tight, but he slid it slowly so my knife rested right below my pussy. He tapped his gun against it. Then he pointed the barrel higher and higher. The knowledge that he was holding a weapon that took lives right next to my knife and near enough my clit that it might graze it had my breaths coming faster and faster.
“I wonder, what’s the most powerful thing under your skirt right now? Your knife, my gun, or that pussy of yours?” He lifted my skirt and we both stared down at the view. My knife was tucked in a leather garter belt made specifically for my weapon. His gun was just a centimeter from touching my core.
I whimpered as he moved his hand the last tiny bit. The barrel hovered over and then covered my clit. I gasped at the cool sensation. He let the feeling sink in before he rolled it back and forth.
Back and forth.
My hips rocked immediately. “This is dangerous.”
“It’s only dangerous because I’m watching you ride my gun. Because I’m sure more than ever now that you belong to me. You ride what’s mine. That’s it.”
My hands were at his shoulders and I arched when his other hand moved up my thigh to test my entrance.
“You going to get the leather of this seat cleaned, Kate-Bait? Seems like even though you think you want to be on the arm of another man, you can’t stop getting wet for this one.”
“Want and necessity are two very different things. It’s a necessity for the bratva.”
“We’ll see,” he murmured, but his eyes were laser focused on the barrel of the gun rolling over my clit, his fingers starting to slide in and out of me, and me riding them uncontrollably.
I’d lost my sense of power here. I always would because the enigma that was Rome always consumed me, maybe the same way I consumed him.
He holstered the gun behind him again and knelt before me, never stopping pumping his fingers in and out. “I’m going to feast now while you contemplate how to end this. And remember that while you scream my name in ecstasy, no man will ever bring you to this high.”
“Rome, I can get myself there. It doesn’t take you or—”
“You think of me when you orgasm every single time, woman. I know it because I do the same. You going to deny it?”
My mouth slammed shut, not willing to argue. I knew he was right, but I didn’t agree immediately. Instead I shrugged, knowing it’d piss him off.
The smile that crossed his face was sinister, then he smacked my pussy like he owned it. I should have been offended or in pain, but instead it throbbed for him and I gasped at the tingling sensation that shot through me.
“Don’t make me punish you, Kate-Bait. We’ll both like it too much,” he said, eyes still locked on my center.
“Not true, Rome. I don’t enjoy pain for pleasure.” I’d always made that known in my sex life but here in this limo, I questioned myself. I was panting harder, riding his fingers faster, and grinding into him more roughly after that slap. I couldn’t make myself stop. I’d build a wall later, create a barrier of some type then. Right now, I was chasing a high of love and pleasure that couldn’t be ignored.
His forearm flexed and the veins popped from him moving his fingers in me. I watched the way every muscle tensed like he meant to work every part of himself just as he worked me. “You’ll enjoy the pain if I lick it better, baby. I know this pussy better than you know it yourself.”