Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I gasp when he lifts me up, holds me against his chest, then stalks to the bed. It’s an easy matter for him to place me over the edge so my belly hits the bed and my bare feet dig into the plush carpet on the floor. I reach my hands out on instinct and fist the bedspread just as he goes behind me and straddles me.
“I need to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear. The rough rasp of his voice sends shivers skating down my spine. “Spread your legs.”
I quickly obey. I drop my head to the bed, my cheek against the blanket. I heave in a breath and grasp the blanket harder. My knuckles turn white.
I tremble when his heavy hand falls to my neck and he presses me onto the bed. I can breathe, but I’m trapped under the weight of his hand. Bending his mouth toward me, he nips the tip of my ear, then drags his tongue over the stinging skin. My mouth falls open in a silent scream, unable to make a sound to combat the rapid pounding of my heart.
His teeth sink into my shoulder, my neck, as he tastes his way along my skin before he fucks me.
Is he committing me to memory?
Or does he want me docile and subservient?
And does it matter?
My mouth falls open when his thick thumbs find my ass, kneading the tender flesh before he dips his fingers lower and slides them through my slick arousal. I freeze, fearing he’s going to take me like this.
“You said you were going to lead me up to that,” I croak, half terrified and half electrified by the unknown of what he’ll do to me next. And isn’t that part of it, the attraction that pulls me to him, the not knowing what’s coming next or what he’s doing? The way he commands and overpowers me so I’ve lost all control, the very thing he demands above all. I never knew I was attracted to authority. In fact, I thought I’d push against such treatment after the way I was raised.
But I don’t. I don’t at all. I crave his compelling, firm touch. I covet the sound of his voice washing over me with authority and conviction and heated awareness. I lust after his unyielding grip on my wrists, being conquered by him, the heft of his body atop mine. When he gives me that stern look, one brow raised as if to challenge me to defy him, my heart beats a little faster.
I thought I was immune to the power of seduction, but I was wrong. So wrong.
I close my eyes at the sound of his zipper, at the knowledge that he’s going to take me whether I like it or not and oh how I want that. I lose myself to sensation.
The soft whoosh of his clothes sliding to the floor. The fierce grip of his hands on my naked skin. The heat of his naked flank pressed up against my throbbing ass. I hold my breath—yes, the feel of silk-covered steel when he slides his length to my core.
At the first thrust, I start breathing again. At the second, I moan with pleasure. By the third, I’m riding his erection, meeting him thrust for thrust, my climax building with every perfect, savage movement he makes inside me.
I ignore the fact that he was right. Whatever.
All that matters now is he doesn’t leave me like this, all hot and bothered and craving the release only he can give me.
The weight of his body on top of mine increases as his mouth comes to my ear.
“Have you learned your lesson, Marialena? Or will I leave you needing more of me to help you know your place?”
Oh dear God, he wouldn’t!
“Salvatore,” I say pleadingly, putting all the power of persuasion in my voice. “Noooo.”
“No what? No you haven’t learned your lesson, or no, don’t leave you on the cusp of climax?”
“Oh my God, don’t leave me on the edge. Please!”
The steady rhythm of his thrusts comes to a sudden halt. “So you’ve learned your lesson?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“And that is…?”
He remains still inside me as my pussy begins to clench around him, the first spasm of climax washing over me but needing just a touch more of him to bring me over the edge.
“Don’t interfere with what you do. Don’t disrespect you. Don’t walk around anyone but you unless all my lady bits are covered fully.”
“Good girl,” he says as he leans into another perfect thrust. “That’s my girl. Who’s the one who sees what’s mine?”
“You!”
“Who’s the one you obey, no matter what?”
“You! You, of course, you!”
“And who’s the one that owns you?”
“You. You. It’s you,” I breathe as the power of my climax tears me apart.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Salvatore
“I don’t give a fuck about who’s there, what they said, or what we need to do next,” I tell Cristiano over the phone. “What I care about is that I get paid, and now, so I don’t have to take matters into my own hands. You get me?”