“Good girl,” he growled, the tone sending a flutter of butterflies into my stomach.
As I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled, I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the table. How had I enjoyed any moment of our conversations, including the ones at the bistro? I’d been blinded by loneliness, hungering for the passionate touch of a man. In other words, I had been an idiot for not trusting my judgment.
I continued to tremble, trying to think of anything that would have led me to believe Tristen had been working with a monster. What I hated to say to myself was that I hadn’t known him very well, not enough to be certain this man wasn’t lying. Tristen’s work had taken him up and down the East Coast as well as to other countries, which was why he’d maintained his residence in Atlanta while I remained in North Carolina. Had I been such a fool not to see his lies?
My mind shifted to what little I knew about the mafia family. They weren’t just powerful, they controlled portions of several states with iron fists, and they were known for their heightened level of brutality. The words said from the dark stranger on the other end of the line should have been a red flag. No, they should have been a bomb ready to go off, but I’d ignored all the warnings. Why?
“I know what you need, sweet kitten, and I’ll give you a small taste of what you can come to expect. If you remain obedient.” Why did his voice have to be so alluring, drawing me into the same enchanting world he’d described only two hours before?
Fuck you. Fuck you straight to hell.I didn’t dare say the words out loud for fear of angering him all over again.
Remain compliant. Do what he says. You can get through this.Even saying the words in my mind didn’t squash the tingling in my body or its utter betrayal. My pussy remained wet, slickening the insides of my thighs.
“I will never want you.”
“You can lie to yourself if you want, but I heard the desire in your voice, the excitement that increased every single time I called. You belonged to me the moment you picked up the phone for the first time.”
He meant what he said. The man believed that he could take what he wanted without recourse.
Alessandro rolled his fingers down my spine, patting one side of my bottom then the other. When he kicked my legs apart, I was forced onto my toes. I clung to the table as if it could shield me from what was about to happen. When he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness, I tensed.
“Relax, sweet kitten. I promise I won’t hurt you, only provide you with the kind of pleasure you’ve hungered for and no man before me has been able to provide.”
His arrogance was to be expected, but it riled me, and I pushed up from the table. “You will never break me.”
“Breaking you won’t be nearly as much fun as what I have in mind. One day very soon, all you’ll be able to think about will be my touch and how it makes you feel. Only then will you truly belong to me. I will celebrate that day, savoring every moment of your full and complete surrender.”
He pressed his cock inside, hesitating for only a few seconds before thrusting the entire length deep into my aching pussy.
I gasped, lights and stars floating in front of my eyes as my muscles stretched, trying to accommodate his huge girth. I was shocked as another wave of sensations tickled every one of my nerves, lighting me on fire as no man had ever done before.
“Uh. Oh, God. Oh…” My pants were primal, my starved-for-attention body and mind yanking the brazen woman from the dark catacombs of my being. Electric sensations rocked my body, sizzling every inch. Another patch of stars floated around my eyes, only they were colorful, sparkling as if this was the best thing in the world. I hated myself that the vibrations continued to increase, making it far too easy to surrender. When I slammed my hand on the table, he chuckled as darkly as he had before, the sound enticing me even more.
As he dug his fingers into my hips, tattooing me with his brand, I tried to shut my reaction down, but it wasn’t that simple. His husky growls were cries of satisfaction, his breath just as ragged as mine. “You’re tight. So fucking tight.”
I was crazed from the burning desire, tossing my head back and forth.
He smacked my bottom several times in rapid succession then pulled me away from the table, swirling his finger around my clit. “That’s it, my sweet kitten. Take all of me. Every. Single. Inch.”
“I’m not your kitten.”
“You’ll be exactly what I want you to be.”
He was so sure of himself, pulling out then slamming into me again. And again. He fisted my hair as he’d done before, digging his fingers into my scalp, yanking me into a deep arch. The force he used was brutal, driving me into the edge of the table, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending bottle rockets off in every cell. My blood was on fire, scorched from the savage way he was fucking me.
“I can tell you want to come, my Sierra. On this night, you can take all you want.”
On this night. He had plans for me, ones that he’d thought about for months, teasing me with his velvet voice, spinning my mind out of control. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering, doing everything I could not to give him a single moment of satisfaction.
But it was no use.
As the orgasm roared through me, a tidal wave sweeping into my system, my core turned into lava. If he felt a moment of fulfillment, it obviously wasn’t enough. He thrust hard and fast, the rhythm unlike anything I’d ever experienced. As a single climax spiraled into another, echoes of his body slamming against mine were the only thing I could concentrate on.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!” No longer able to hold back my cries of passion, I heard his heavy sigh seconds before he smacked my bottom again. Then I sensed his body tensing.
I closed my eyes, a single tear slipping past my lashes, furious that I’d given him exactly what he’d wanted.
My release.