My breasts jiggled.
Cool air brushed against my nipples, turning them into stiff little points.
The notion that this man—this dangerous, darkly alluring beast of a man—wanted me so much sent a delicious thrill through my body.
“You’re mine.” He ripped strips of lace away. “And I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”
His violently filthy hands pawed at the blood-streaked remnants of my lingerie, ripping the delicate lace to shreds as if it were nothing more than an annoying barrier between him and his prize.
My body.
He looked down at me. “Spread your legs for Daddy. Let me see what’s mine.”
Trembling, I started to do just that.
“You're my perfect little princess.”
I bit my bottom lip.
“The people I would kill over. . .hell. . .the people I already have killed over you.”
I blinked, my legs frozen partially open. “What?”
Did he say. . .people? Like. . .more than one?
“Nobody can touch what's mine and live.” He came close to me and then his words rumbled in my ear.
He was panting now, and his breath was hot against my skin.
And his cock was pressed hard against my thigh. I could feel every inch of him, every raging pulse of his fat cock.
Oh my God. It’s really going to happen.
“Now, show me your pussy, Princess.” He locked that wild gaze with me. “Let Daddy see it.”
I curled my fingers into fists on the bed sheet as I slowly parted my trembling thighs.
“Mmmm.” Gianni didn’t bother to hide the animalistic pleasure that crossed his face at the sight of my pussy—wet, wanting, and completely at his mercy.
“Daddy is very pleased.”
My chest rose and fell rapidly.
Gianni’s mouth crashed down on mine again, and this time I swore it tasted like power.
Like death.
Like sin.
And I loved it.
Then, he lifted up and began to explore my body with his dirty hands, skimming the underside of my breasts, dipping into the valley between, then down the curve of my stomach and lower.
I moaned, “Oh.”
His fingers traced my hips, then journeyed inwards, and I gasped as his thumb brushed my clit, sending a pulse of electricity shooting up my spine.
“Gianni!” I whimpered, arching my back as my body writhed beneath him.
