I roll my eyes, but his words send warmth into my chest.
He kisses the hollow of my throat, and licks down to my nipple, which he takes between his teeth. He nips it then laves away the pain with his tongue. “Open those perfect thighs for me.”
My legs part of their own accord. It seems I am incapable of refusing Carlo anything.
He sinks into me, rocking his pelvis with slow, deep thrusts. “Play with your nipples.”
My doubt must show on my face because he says, “You heard me, bambina. Pinch them.”
My pussy contracts around his length. I bring my hands to cup my own breasts. It feels dirty and self-indulgent, but the fact that Carlo not only gave me permission, but commanded it, makes it okay. I squeeze my nipples between my thumbs and the sides of my index fingers.
“Harder.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
He plows into me with so much force my head slides close to the headboard. He braces my shoulders and slams in hard again. “I said, harder.”
I catch my breath, holding back the orgasm that screams just around the corner, ignited by his dominance, his harsh command. I pinch my nipples and squeeze hard, pulling them out and gasping.
“God, you’re sweet.” His voice sounds rough.
I pinch my nipples again.
Carlo somehow senses I’m about to come because he growls, “Not. Yet.”
My eyes widen, and I stare up at him, slightly chastised, waiting for his next command.
He thrusts into me, speaking on each instroke, “You will...wait...until...I...give you...permission...to come. Got it?”
I clutch the sheets, my fingers twisting in them like claws. Holding off my orgasm seems like an impossibility, but he holds me, trapped in his burning gaze as he pounds into me.
“Now.” He thrusts into the hilt and stays there. Even through the condom, I swear I feel his hot cum spill.
A shudder goes through my entire body. My vaginal muscles spasm, inner thighs clench, lifting the arches of my feet. Carlo literally makes my toes curl. Every part of me continues to tremble as the aftershocks run through me. My head swims, eyes lose focus.
I collapse on the bed, thoroughly used, limp with release.
Carlo
Gesu. I never expected her to be so incredibly responsive. Hot and so damn sweet. A natural submissive. I must have known on some level because I’ve been attracted to her from the start, and dominating is my kink. But Summer’s full of life, full of fire. She never gave me the time of day, other than breezy pleasantries. I would’ve thought she’d be hard to get, that winning her submission would be the job of a lifetime.
But here she lies, obedient and tame, in my bed. The cool, aloof little vixen I imagined would take elaborate courting already surrendered wholly to me without so much as a date.
I ease out of her and dispose of the condom. When I return, I pull the covers out from underneath her and flick them across her body, then settle beside her. She rolls into me, her hand on my chest.
I stroke her hair, run my knuckles along her cheek. So beautiful. So perfect. And so not mine.
Instead of minimizing the damage I’ve already done, I made a deal to keep her here, with me.
How do I think I can explain this to the don? I hope you don’t mind, but I captured your daughter, and I’m keeping her prisoner to be my own personal sex slave.
Yep. I’m fucked. Don LaTorre has been like a father to me. I respect the hell out of the boss, and would never do anything to jeopardize my position in the organization. Or so I thought.
But Summer just turned my world on end, and no matter how I try to shake out the situation, there’s no way I can see out of this. I’m not going to send her away, not when she just gave herself to me.
I am still a stronzo for being the guy who’s taking advantage of her when she’s down. But at least I’m the only asshole. I won’t let her get hurt. Hopefully, I’ll be able to show her worth.
Chapter Six
Summer
I’m in high school, wearing my Catholic school uniform. John is there, flirting with my friends, teasing them by lifting up their skirts and slapping their asses. He turns to me with a frown. “Your skirt is too long. Why don’t you wear it short, like theirs?” He jerks his thumb at my friends.
I unbutton the top button of my white blouse, trying to look sexier.
John folds his arms across his chest, looking at me critically. “One breast is larger than the other.”
My hands fly to my breasts, and I cup them, squeezing my own nipples.
“What are you doing?” His face is screwed up with contempt.
I drop my hands, shame flooding me. “Nothing....nothing.”
I shake myself awake. Ugh. That sick sensation that has been in my belly for the past five months has returned in full force. Actually, that ickiness has probably been there for the past two years.