He grunted in agreement before he pulled me into him. My arm strained, stretching hard to reach where he wanted me to be, and my hip didn’t cooperate as much as I hoped it would. None of that stopped him as he hiked my shirt up again and held my nipple between his lips. The wet hotness of his tongue captured all my senses. The clutch of his mouth ruled over me, the rattling chains heightening my arousal.
My hand dug in the back of his neck, tugging at his hair, bringing him closer, letting him feast on my sensitive flesh. Then I moved down, feeling more scars on his back, the scar tissue smooth and cruel. Some of them were more recent than others, and the thought of him being tortured ripped me to pieces, demanding more punishment.
His fingers slid down my waist and fondled my hips. I stared down at where he gripped my slacks, bunching the fabric in a fist before he reached my pelvic bone. He opened the button of my pants and unzipped it, rubbing me in the process. Then his palm was on my panties, the heat of his knuckles as they touched my bare thighs, an abrasive and enticing friction. I swallowed. “Leo…”
His teeth grazed my nipple roughly before he intensified the suckling, devouring me. I shut my eyes against the onslaught of emotions—the erotic way his coarse palm and angry mouth grazed my flesh. My need for him raced through me, scorching my veins.
His fingers splayed along the seam of my panties. The flimsy fabric must have exposed my endless shame. Would he call me a little bitch again? I bit my lip at the thought.Hislittle bitch.
He dragged his fingers up and down my sex, the pressure tantalizing to the core. A low groan vibrated in his throat. “You’re so fucking wet. You make me so hard. I want to take you right here. Fuck you until you drop, and then fuck you some more.”
His words echoed through me, every point of impact blowing. Every stroke of his ignited my skin, and all control slipped away. He pushed his hand under my panties, the direct contact stripping me of any power I had left.
When he sank his fingers inside me, I jerked, a shaky hiss escaping me. “No,” I whispered, barely audible, gripping on the last piece of my sanity.
He released my nipple, his lips glistening with saliva. Then his eyes lifted to mine in a dark threat. “Shut the fuck up.” He penetrated me deeper, daring me to object. “I’m inside you now. No matter how hard you beg, I won’t stop until your broken, shattering all over me.”
I didn’t want him to stop. Breaking for him would be another dream coming true for me. “But…please, I—”
He reached the ache deep within me, and all I could do was grasp for his neck and cling to him. “I just want you to know that…” God, the frissons of need engulfing me rendered me incapable of forming a coherent thought.
“What, puttana del cazzo?” He fluttered his fingers inside me. “What do you want me to know other than you’re a dirty little slut who’s been touching herself, thinking about my cock and the filthy things I’d do to her body for years? What else do you have to say after you begged me to use you for my pleasure? After you’ve spread your legs wide open for me? Twice? All you need to do is shut the fuck up and take it however I give it to you. Right now it’s my fingers in your wet, little pussy.” He groaned. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Giddy, I was a twisted bundle of need. I needed his degradation as much as I needed his body. It added to my desire, bringing me close to the edge once more. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” I said, out of breath. “Mr. Isaac…never did it.”
His hand stilled. His eyes widened despite the injuries with a bright sparkle. “You’re a virgin?”
Trembling, I nodded.
“Cazzo, Doc.” The sparkle turned into flames of arousal accompanied by a predatory, wolfish grin. “Cazzo, Ravenna.”
I hesitated about blurting out what I really wanted to say now, but I said it anyway. “I want you to be the one who takes it.”
He pulled his fingers out and zeroed in on my arousal coating him. My heart went frantic with shame and excitement equally. I’d never let a man this close to my body. To have done this in such a taboo, forbidden encounter, kidnapped and bound with a psychotic murderer whom I was supposed to treat as a doctor, but, like he humiliatingly said, acted like a fucking whore, spreading my legs for him, twice…
Well, I never said I didn’t come with my own list of personality disorders.
He held my gaze and slowly inserted his fingers one by one in his mouth, licking me off him. I forgot to breathe again, even after his tongue swirled around mine, forcing my taste in my mouth. His lips dragged along my jawline and glided up to my earlobe. He bit me, and his hot breath tickled me wet—wetter, much wetter. “No one will take your virginity but me. As long as I’m alive, no one will ever touch you but me, Ravenna. Do you understand? You’re mine now.”
Fluttering, my heart skipped a beat—or two. Had being a virgin changed the dynamics of our relationship? Did I hear him correctly? Did he acknowledge that I was his? Had he just sought an outlet to his possessive needs—or part of them—through me?
It was ill to be ecstatic and completely aroused knowing a seriously troubled killer had laid a claim on you. Dangerous, too. He’d tried to kill his girlfriends before because they betrayed his concept of loyalty and possession. Anything I’d do that came close to that, whether real or only happening in his head, would result in the same outcome. Leo would try to kill me if he thought for any reason that I betrayed him.
Fuck.
“Do you understand, Ravenna? I need to hear you say it.” He gazed at me. “I need to hear you say you’re mine now.”
I shouldn’t say it. I should drag my ass as far away as possible from him and plan my escape. I should use my training to manipulate those two into letting me go and run for my life. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
Okay. I officially need professional help.
A vicious smile slanted his mouth as he hiked down my underwear. Then he hauled my leg over his shoulder and took me into his mouth. My back arched, desire burning away all inhibitions, wanting him to take over my body, to master every part of it.
I’d never been this exposed to anyone but never been so elated and aroused. His touch, his hunger, his darkness, all so wild. Dominating. Intoxicating. The carnal pleasure he evoked in me was all I could feel—all I wanted to feel.
Leo Bellomo was my inferno and heaven, my curse and bliss all in one.
I’d been damned for so long, and I’d damned myself even more succumbing in this moment of pure sin. I might have condemned myself to a brutal end eventually, burning for Leo Bellomo. But as he consumed me, burning all my world down for him, giving away my own soul for that kind of sinful, decadent, dark pleasure, seemed like a trivial price to pay.
