A slow, sensual trail ignites my skin as his eyes rake over me. Drinking in every inch of my bare body, he lifts his glass I didn’t notice he was holding and takes a long sip of the amber liquid. With the heavy silence in the room, my heartbeat echoes in my ears.
After another minute of him watching me, he sits forward, elbows on his knees. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk so deadly, so filled with heat that I’m about to explode from just watching it curl his lips. “Touch your cunt.” Three words send my mind reeling and I reach between my thighs. My sex is drenched, my fingers dip into my body, and my head falls back as pleasure sends electric tingles through me. Every inch of my body is alight. I’m an open flame and I wonder if he’ll have the courage to get burned. He rises, closing the distance between us, and when he finally reaches me, he leans in. His mouth mere inches from mine and my tongue darts out to moisten my lips with the anticipation of a kiss. But he doesn’t crash his mouth to mine. Instead, he murmurs, “When we’re in here”—his gaze flits around the room—“you’re my slut. I will refer to this”—his hand reaches for my pussy and he cups it, dipping one long digit into me, which joins my fingers—“as my cunt. I own you. Every hole. Every inch of your body. No other man will touch you. No other man will stick his dick in my possession. Do you understand me?”
His words, though filthy, almost degrading, have me on the brink of an orgasm so fierce, I doubt I’ll be able to hold on for much longer, but I answer, “Yes, Sir.”
“Your orgasm is mine. When you come, it will be with me or for me. Under my orders. Now”—he drags his finger from my lips—“take your glistening fingers and suck them clean.”
I obey his order, lifting my hand to my mouth. I lick each digit, tasting my essence on them. The sweet, musky scent and flavor is something I’ve only ever tasted from him. My first time. And it seems not my last.
Yes, my past has been twisted, violent, and dark, and Franco seems to know that instinctively. He feeds the craving that courses through my veins. I watch as Franco licks my juices from his finger. But he doesn’t just lick it clean, he savors it.
“I’m guessing you’re needy. Your release is on the edge, isn’t it,mio caro?”
I nod and he chuckles. Crooking his finger, he gestures toward the bed I’d seen earlier and I stand on shaky legs to follow him to the dark silk sheets. The blue reminds me of the midnight sky, and the four-poster bed is reminiscent to an antique bed you’d find in a castle.
“On the bed. Do you want to watch me fuck you? Or do you prefer being on your knees, Raina?”
My gaze snaps to his in surprise. I didn’t think I’d have a choice.
“I’m an asshole, not a monster,” he murmurs on a chuckle.
“It depends who you ask.” My retort earns me a heated glare and I know I’ve fucked up royally. His one hand grips the hair at my nape and he drags me to the foot end of the bed.
His lips are on my ear as he hisses, “And just who would you ask?”
“I don’t… I mean… I didn’t…”
“You knew what I was. You agreed to come here. Do you like when I hurt you? Does it make your little cunt wet when I manhandle you? Tell me, Raina. Do you want me to release the beast that hides inside me to rip you apart? To fuck you raw until you can’t walk?” Everything below my belly button tightens so painfully I whimper. A moan low in my chest rumbles with desire, with need so great I’m shocked speechless that this man, so violent and dangerous, has my body so needy that I want what he’s offering.
I need the beast. I want the power. And I realize what it is as he bends me over, pressing my face to the cool silk sheets. It’s something I’ve never had. Never experienced. Raw, animalistic passion.
“Yes, Sir. Give me your worst.”
With that, the swish of material of his slacks finds the floor. I hear movement, but I can’t see him. And with one relentless, violent drive, he’s buried inside me so fucking deep my lungs forget how to work. My fingers fist the material below them, my knuckles turning white. And the release, that taunting bitch, she attacks me with such force, when he pulls out and thrusts back in, his hips bucking against me, our skin slapping loudly, and the vise grip he’s got on my hips all send me over and I’m flying.
My eyes slam shut as he fucks me. This is not lovemaking. This is far from sex. This is brutal. The pain and pleasure that shoot through my veins have me crying out his name. Chanting it. Moaning it. And I realize he’s attempting to fuck the memory of Lucio from my mind, from my body. But he’s also fucking any man who may be with me in the future into oblivion.
“Mio caro, Raina,” he murmurs as his body slams me into the bed. He fists my hair, tugging me up against his chest. His lips on my neck as he repeats my name over and over again.
“Franco,” I hiss through my teeth as his cock hits a spot inside me I’ve long forgotten. We’re feral with this basal connection.
“Come with me, Raina. Coat my dick with the sweet juices of your cunt.” And with that, he drives so deep it’s as if he’s trying to shatter my soul with his cock. As if we’re molding ourselves into one person. And I explode. Stars burst behind my eyelids and I cry out, screeching out his name.
The jets of heat he fills me with send me spiraling into an abyss so beautiful I never want to leave.
* * *
A featherlight touchstirs me from my dreams. My boneless body tingles and my eyes crack open to find deep brown pools gazing back at me. The smirk on lips that devoured not only my mouth, but most of my body as well, tilt in a playful way and I wonder what happened to the dominating force that fucked me into a sleepy stupor not that long ago.
“You’re quite the vision when you’re asleep, Raina,” he murmurs almost reverently, which has my heart catapulting in my chest. He said we’re only here because of the contract. Nothing more, but this, this definitely feels like more. Pushing up, I grip the sheet and cover my breasts, and he chuckles. “I’ve seen those, and so much more of you. Don’t hide from me, baby.”
“So… what is this?” I gesture between us because I’ve never learned how to keep my mouth shut, and this time, I’m sure it’s going to land me into trouble.
“What do you mean?” The tone of his question is almost vacant of emotion. As if he’s shut down and I know once he does, there’s no dragging him back.
“Watching me while I sleep, telling me I’m a vision. That’s all romantic shit. Things you don’t do?” My question hangs in the air between us as I regard him with a questioning gaze. He lifts chocolate pools to my ocean-colored ones. I’ve never been good with compartmentalizing my feelings and I realize this will be my downfall in agreeing to his contract.
To his terms. After what we did, the intimacy of what I gave him, what we shared, it’s somehow burrowed itself under my skin. Frustration at myself ebbs from me, flowing to him. His gaze darkens. Mine flits away and I swing my legs over the bed, needing to put distance between us.