Series: Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
He’s used the word ‘mine’ multiple times. Always in the heat of passion. But right now, sitting and laughing with his cousins, I actually feel like his. Truly his. And I love it.
Time seems to slip away as we share stories and jokes, each of us lost in the thrill of the night. But eventually, even the most magical of moments must come to an end.
“Looks like they're starting to close up,” Leo observes, noting the staff beginning to clean up around the club.
“Guess it's time to call it a night,” Marco agrees, standing and stretching his arms overhead.
“All right, let's get out of here,” Armando says, rising from his seat and extending a hand to me.
“Goodnight, everyone.” I wave to our friends as we make our way towards the exit.
“Good job getting Mando out of the house,” Leo says to me. “You’re good for him.”
“She’s a keeper,” Marco adds, filling me with pride. Nothing is a better feeling than winning over the family of the man you… love.
Stepping out into the cool night air, the muffled sounds of Sins fading behind us, I squeeze Armando's hand, eager for whatever comes next.
“Tonight was fun,” I say.
“It’s just beginning. I made a promise to you, remember?” Armando says, his voice low and full of promise.
Chapter Twenty
Hannah
“What if I had insisted we have sex at Sins?” I ask as I strip down naked before Armando, not giving him any doubt what I have in mind for the remainder of the night. Seeing all those naked bodies ignited something inside me. Something darker. More primal.
“I would have fucked you,” Armando answers, also removing his clothing. “But not like I plan on fucking you now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, and how is that?”
“Harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”
My heart double-pumps. My knees get weak. But I’m definitely having whatever he’s offering. “I’m not afraid,” I tell him, with a note of challenge. “I’ve taken it hard before.”
“Yeah?” He saunters toward me, his eyes dark with intent. “Prove it.” He sprawls onto the bed completely naked.
I smile and step up on the bed and crawl toward him, never taking my gaze from his. I circle my arms around his body. Deeply. Passionately. Wantonly.
He wraps me in his arms and flips me to my back, his tongue dancing with mine. He tastes like scotch, and it’s a good scotch, I can tell. I like the way it tastes on his tongue and the way he tastes on mine.
“Tell me what you want.” He lifts my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“I want it... kinky. Dark. I want to feel... submissive to you,” I confess, feeling safe to admit my darkest desires. “I don't want gentle. I don't want caresses. I want it dirty. The way you like to give it.”
I don't know what got into me and why the request is coming so easily. But we just left Sins, and if there is ever a time to completely let go, now is it.
“You want me to fuck you hard?” he pushes. “Push you around a little? Fuck you like the dirty little slut you just admitted you want to be?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I'm going to do all that to you and more.” His smirk is dangerous.
“Don't hold back,” I breathe.
“Roll over, I want to see your ass,” he orders, releasing me and climbing off.
“Like this?” I roll to my belly.
“Up on your knees, Flowers.”
I step up on my knees and bend over, then look over my shoulder at him.
“Exactly like that. Now spread your cheeks.”
I do as I'm told, and he strokes his hand over my ass. I hear the snap of the tube of lubricant and his slickened fingers slide over my pussy, his thumb at my asshole. I shamelessly push back onto his fingers, begging for more.
“You want this?” He slaps my ass hard with his other hand, then rubs the hurt away.
“Yes. I want you to fuck my ass.”
“What else, Flowers?”
“I want you to get rough with me. Fuck me so I can’t walk straight. Until I can't even think anymore. All night long.”
Armando growls and plunges his fingers inside my pussy.
“I want you to slap my ass until it’s red and sore.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re getting me harder than stone. What else am I going to do to you?”
“I want you to…” I almost don’t dare ask for this one. But it’s a fantasy I’ve had since the day he showed up in my flower shop.
“What, Flowers?”
“Choke me.”
“Yeah? I’ll choke you, baby. You want a hand necklace while I fuck you hard?”
“Yes, please.”
“You like a little fear with your sex? Want me to cut off your air? Or just pretend, baby?”
I grow dizzy, scarcely believing we’re having this conversation. That my fantasy is actually going to come true. “I want you to cut off my air... make me feel like you're about to end me. Like I'm about to die for you.”