“Look at me, Sierra. Never take your eyes off me.”
His command was so powerful, the timbre slicing a round of fear into my system. I did what he wanted, staring him in the eyes with all the venom I could gather together. He refused to stop, pushing me harder, peeling away layer after layer of my inhibitions, just like he’d done with the phone calls.
Within seconds, I was panting, unable to catch my breath as an orgasm threatened to drive me straight into another round of bliss.
“That’s it, sweet kitten. Come for me.”
I hated and adored the darkness in his voice, the way his husky tone managed to caress every inch of my body. Shock and embarrassment rode me hard, the realization that I was deriving absolute pleasure from his savagery pushing me to the brink of losing faith in myself.
That was the very moment another climax roared through me, the tidal wave effect leaving me breathless, stars floating in front of my eyes. I didn’t realize a scream had erupted from my lips until I heard the reverberations.
“Good girl. Yes, my beautifulgatita.”
I didn’t want to be his anything, but his words accentuated the freeing feeling as a single orgasm morphed into a second, this one even more powerful.
“Oh. Oh…” I hated the sound of my voice, the cry I issued in pleasure, just as he’d wanted. He’d already learned enough about my body to control my reaction to him. I hated him even more.
When he slowed his rhythm, pulling almost all the way out then sliding in as if I was a delicate flower, he brushed his jaw across my cheek to my ear. Even the way the stubble of his slight beard scratched my skin left me breathless, my nipples aching. As he whispered into my ear, the seductive tone smooth and velvety, stars floated in front of my eyes, twinkling brightly.
“Youaremy salvation.”
The first night he’d said those same words, confusing me as to why. I’d had no understanding of them until now. Nothing was real any longer. Not the way I’d wanted to feel about him, or the fear. Not even the reality that my life was in his hands. There was no time or space, no understanding of my past or what the future might bring.
Would he force me to endure horrors when he realized I couldn’t provide him with answers? Would he dump me on the side of the road after he was finished, treating me like trash? There were no answers that made any sense at this point.
I lolled my head to the side, trying to control my breathing as the tingling sensations started to ease.
He refused to stop, fucking me as long and hard as he’d spanked me before. I’d forgotten my place already until he gripped my jaw, yanking my head back to face him. There was no light in his eyes, only a need that couldn’t be described. I was shocked how mesmerizing they’d become, or maybe I was trying to desperately find an ounce of humanity inside him. I couldn’t be certain of anything or trust my own instincts. Not after the way he’d fooled me.
“Such a bad girl,” he huffed and without warning, he pulled out completely, crawling off the end of the bed. I thought he’d become disgusted with me, prepared to force me back to my dark room for another round of penance.
When he yanked me to the end by my ankle, flipping me over onto all fours, I instantly tried to crawl away. He dragged me back, smacking my aching bottom three times in rapid succession, another long, dark growl pulsing up from his throat.
“We aren’t done yet, sweet kitten. Now, I fuck you in the ass.”
As chilling as the words were, they were also deliciously filthy, enticing the woman I’d been hiding into breaching the surface. Panting, I clawed the bed, grabbing a handful of the comforter. What did I think I was doing, holding onto something? I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time but when he shoved his fingers into my wetness, I gasped as another beautiful moment of pleasure rolled through me. I bucked hard, riding the intrusion, savoring a fantasy as if it was real.
But I should have known the blissful moment would be short lived. When he slid the same fingers down the crack of my ass, I tensed, blinking several times. This just couldn’t be happening. He caressed my bottom with one hand as he slid his juice-soaked fingers into my tight hole.
As I hung my head in shame, heat flushing my system, I had no strength or fortitude left. He’d all but devoured me, releasing the very darkness he’d talked about during our conversations. I opened my legs wider, pushing up from the bed and arching my back. I was giving in, providing permission for him to do whatever he wanted in the vilest of manners.
He cracked his hand against my buttocks three more times. Then I felt pressure as he placed the tip of his cock against my dark hole. I could hear myself whimpering, the rapid beating of my heart lurching into my throat. He was nothing like I’d expected.
Alessandro, my dark stranger, was so much more.
“Breathe for me, sweet kitten. Tonight is all about revelations,” he whispered, the tone dripping with innuendoes, provoking a side of me I hadn’t known existed. When he pressed the tip inside, I tensed, biting my lip as a series of bright lights flashed across my field of vision.
His grip on my hip was firm, his fingers digging in. As he’d done before, he fisted my hair, holding me in place as he slowly slid another few inches inside. The pain was blinding, yet a shower of vibrations jetted through every vein and muscle. The fact that my muscles were stretching, accepting what I’d never believed I could want was an incredibly freeing feeling. He’d wanted me uninhibited, giving of myself freely.
And that’s exactly what was happening whether I wanted it or not.
Alessandro’s breathing was as ragged as mine as he thrust the remainder of his cock inside. I couldn’t hold back a strangled scream, the anguish shooting down my legs, but within seconds, his actions became a rush of sheer joy. The caustic pleasure coursing through me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. How could I want this?
There was no logical answer, but I wasn’t certain my life would ever be the same.
“That’s it,” he cooed, his velveteen voice skittering through me. “Relax. This is going to feel so damn good.”
I’d never believed something so dirty could enhance the sensations to the point my pussy ached. I lifted my hand, involuntarily shifting my fingers to my clit, rolling the tips around the swollen bud as he pulled out, slamming into me again. He held such power in his hands, yet he was gentle in his actions, repeating the move as my muscles finally accepted him. Seconds later, they relaxed to the point I no longer felt any discomfort.