I closed my eyes as I stroked my clit, continuously rolling my finger aimlessly as he started to fuck me in long, even strokes. As he yanked on my hair, I uttered several cries, the sound unrecognizable.
“That’s it. Open up for me. Show me how much you’ve craved being taken by a beast.”
His words were startling and frank, and they added to the enticement.
Then he developed a rhythm, pounding into me with wild abandon, taking exactly what he wanted. The moment shared was raw and unforgiving, but the pleasure he was bringing was indescribable. I rocked with him, still touching myself, finally thrusting my fingers inside my aching pussy. I was so wet, juice staining my thighs, the scent thick in the air.
“So fucking tight. Perfect.”
He gripped my hips, thrusting harder. There wasn’t a cell or muscle, tendon or synapse that wasn’t on fire, tiny sparks fluttering all throughout my body. I could no longer breathe, my heart hammering to the point I fell into a dark abyss.
But the pleasure was incredible, sensations that had never been alive awakened as if from a deep slumber.
There was no sense in overthinking what we were doing. This was nothing more than primal mating, the predator having captured a prey he’d hunted for months. I was weak and breathless, refusing to think about the consequences.
Or about his plans for me in the future.
This was far too enjoyable, my muscles spasming. As I continued finger fucking myself, he shifted his hold, crowding over me then cupping both breasts. The moment he squeezed my nipples, twisting them until I yelped from the exquisite pain, another orgasm crashed into me like a freight train.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” My cries were met with his whispered words in Spanish that I couldn’t understand but knew they were provocative, a telling of what he planned later.
And God help me, I wanted more. Much more.
While I wanted to believe this was as sick as I’d told him early in our… sensual activity, the enjoyment was far too intense to blurt out anything but my cries of joy.
As he continued pinching my aching buds, the orgasm refused to let go, and the pulsing wave kept cascading through me. I could tell he was close to coming, every sound he made strangled, his entire body tensing as he pressed more of his weight against me. When I squeezed my muscles, the joy of his body convulsing thrilled as well as sickened me.
He erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed, the single word he whispered breaking through the last barrier, sweeping me into another plateau.
“Mine.”
I clenched my eyes closed, still able to see visions of his face, his stunning body. Even though I tried to shove them away, they remained like beacons of unwanted desire. But could I delude myself any longer that this wasn’t exactly what I’d been craving for so long? Of course not. Even though dozens of questions filtered into my mind one at a time, crowding my mental capacity, I didn’t want to come down from the incredible ecstasy he’d provided.
Alessandro wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against my neck. Then he pulled away, crawling off the bed.
I slumped onto the comforter, trying to control my breathing, unable to focus. Maybe I didn’t want to at this point. Then reality would regain control.
Seconds later, I heard his footsteps as he walked out of the room. Tensing, I rolled over, noticing the gun as well as the phone on the dresser. I threw my gaze toward the door, uncertain of what I was thinking. Maybe by instinct or maybe because this would never end well, I crawled off the bed, trying to remain as quiet as possible. I took a deep breath, holding the dense air in my lungs as I approached the dresser.
The phone was useless without his code. Why waste time trying to figure it out? However, the weapon was something else entirely.
I’d never shot a gun in my life, but I’d watched enough movies I thought I should be able to figure it out.
My hand shaking, I managed to grab it, shocked at the weight. The metal was cold against my hand, and I almost dropped it before I managed to wrap my fingers around the handle. That was the moment he returned to the room, a towel in his hand.
He took a deep breath, allowing his gaze to fall ever so slowly. “Is that what you really want to do, Sierra? Do you want to kill me?”
“I don’t know.”
“You do know. You’re just not willing to believe the truth.”
“That’s bullshit.” I lifted my arm, aiming for the center of his chest. “I want my life back. You took it from me.”
“Did I?” he breathed, cocking his head and daring to take a step closer. “Or did I provide you with an escape from the deep cavern you’d fallen into, an abyss of lies that you knew existed but refused to believe?”
“Stop talking. Stop moving or I will shoot.”
“Then go ahead. If that’s what you really want, do it. I won’t stop you.”