Hissing, he wrenched my arm behind my back, his fingers digging into my skin, placing one leg over mine. “I can tell you’re going to need a much stronger lesson, Sierra. That will come. I assure you that it will. You fight me yet you’re very wet. I know you enjoyed our playtime.”
“You’re a sick, disgusting man.”
“I’ve been called several vile things over the years, Sierra. I take every one of them as a compliment.”
Everything about his deep baritone added to the unyielding wave of desire. It sickened me I’d been excited by his calls and my body’s betrayal as he continued taunting me, and the fact he was sliding his fingers just past my swollen folds was intolerable. Yet as the scent of my hunger wafted between us, there was no denying a bizarre flash of electricity resonating from his heated body into mine.
“Very wet,” he said under his breath as he thrust several fingers deep inside, immediately flexing them open then driving long and hard. “Just like before. You hunger for more.”
I opened my mouth to scream, but there was nothing but strangled breaths pushing up from my throat, the pleasure far too enjoyable. I was in a fog. This wasn’t real. I would wake up soon in my own bed by myself.
Even as I repeated the words in my mind, a moment of sheer bliss activated my core, the rush of sensations pushing me toward a climax, and he knew it.
“I’ll allow you relief again soon enough,mi dulce gatita, but not until you’ve learned and accepted from here on out that I’m your master, the man who will decide your fate and whether you live or die.”
He smacked me long and hard until I had no fight left in me, tears flowing easily. Something inside of me screamed that I was going to die no matter how I reacted. I was paying for whatever treachery Tristen had done to this man. As the sickening feeling of desire mixed with the explosion of additional anguish, I shoved my mind into a safe place, pretending this wasn’t happening. Unfortunately, the vibrations dancing through me prevented my mind or my body from escaping from the penance the bastard believed I deserved. Every touch of his hand, every time he breathed across my heated skin, I was shoved further into a vacuum, incapable of thinking rationally.
Every guttural sound he made was dark and devious, but the tone remained intense and sultry, keeping my senses electrified. When I finally managed to ignore the crazy rush of desire, my rational mind returned. He’d never let me go. I might never know what happened between the two men, and I was beginning to think I didn’t want to learn. However, there was no doubt that when Alessandro was finished with his sick game, I’d be tossed into the trash.
That wouldn’t be with my help. I might as well do everything I could to get the hell out of his clutches. The moment he pulled his leg away, acting as if the round of discipline was over, I lunged off his lap, darting toward the door, not bothering to look back. I managed to grab my phone before sprinting toward the back door of my little house. I didn’t care I was naked, completely vulnerable. I would bang on doors until someone let me in. I would hide until morning if necessary. Then I’d bring the son of a bitch down. I slapped my fingers around the handle, prepared to yank it open.
Then I felt his presence behind me. Suddenly, he was within inches, hovering over me like a barbarian ready to capture its prey.
At first, he did nothing, said nothing, merely keeping me from opening the door. Then he pressed his hand over mine, squeezing my fingers with enough pressure that I released my hold. As he wrapped both arms around me, crossing them over my breasts, I took several shallow breaths.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, and I believed that we were getting along so well. Perhaps you were fooling me during our conversations, only pretending that you longed to have me standing by your bed, ready to ravish your luscious body.”
Even though his words were completely insane, the rich, husky tone of his voice enveloped me like a warm blanket, creating an illusion of comfort and protectiveness. “You’re crazy. I could never want you.”
“Your body begs to differ, Sierra, just like the moment I placed my lips against your clit. Your nipples are rock hard, and the scent of your desire tells no lies.”
“You horrible fuck.”
He wrapped his hand around my throat, caressing so gently I could be easily lulled into a moment of sweet release, but I could tell what the bastard was capable of.
“Call me what you want. That doesn’t change the fact a debt needs to be repaid.” He rolled his fingers down my chest, the tips barely touching my skin. I was electrified all over, white-hot heat coursing through me. Every word he said dripped of innuendos, all of them filthy and rough. And a part of me craved exactly what he was alluding to.
No. No! Hell, no.
I refused to allow this to happen.
“If you’re going to kill me, just fucking do it.”
He pressed his mouth against my ear, his whisper far too sensual. “If I wanted you to die, sweet kitten, you would no longer be breathing.” He rubbed my stomach before placing his hand between my legs, pressing his fingers against my swollen folds. “I prefer spending quality time with you and that begins now.”
I was breathless with excitement yet horrified and another rush of embarrassment coursed through me. “There’s nothing you can do that will bother me.” I heard the cavalier tone in my voice and cringed, anticipating additional punishment.
“That’s all I needed to hear. Now, I fuck you, something I’ve longed to do since the moment you answered the phone.” He wrapped his hand around my hair, dragging me backward then pushing me over the kitchen table.
I couldn’t speak. There were no words entering my mind.
“Either I can continue sharing in the joys of our delicious, forbidden romance, or I can provide you with painful reminders of your place. The choice is entirely up to you. Either you learn to obey me, or our time spent together will be extremely unpleasant. Do you understand me, Sierra?”
I wanted to claw out his eyes for using my name over and over again. Every syllable was grating, driving a sharp point into my brain, but I was smart enough to know the only possible way of getting out of his clutches was to agree.
As long as I could stomach the horror.
“Yes.”