Then he brushes his fingers against my panties and I grip his hand to still it.But that is not deterring him from going on drawing circles with his hand and caressing between my thighs.My face heats in mortification as my panties begin to dampen.When he pushes my panties aside with deft fingers and start to caress my pussy, I have to bite my lips to stop myself from moaning in the middle of a crowded room.Surely people will notice?I feel depraved.Then he slips two fingers in me and continues to caress me with the palm of his hand, still engrossed in his conversation.My breath is coming out in short pants that I desperately try to hide.His pressure intensifies, he curls his fingers and I am so close.I already feel the first flutters of my orgasm in my pussy when he suddenly stops.
I almost cry from frustration and I look up at him only to see that he has stopped his conversation and is intensely looking at me, mouth curled up in a cruel smirk.Then he lifts his hand to put the two fingers he had inside me into his mouth to suck them clean.I am going to faint, and this time a whimper escapes my lips.He removes his fingers and smiles darkly at me, then he leans down and brushes his lips against my ear shell, sending shivers down my spine.
“Only good girls get to come.And you haven’t been a good girl, have you, sweetheart?”
He grabs my jaw to turn my face to him and kisses me slowly and thoroughly.I can taste myself on his tongue, and suddenly the room and the people fade away.There is only him, his hand, his scent, his mouth devouring me.I return his kiss hungrily, imploring him for more, surrendering to his touch.But he leans back, his face a cruel mask, leaving me panting and bereft.
He then turns to his discussion partner.“Please excuse us.Lily is feeling unwell.We will take our leave now.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Lily
When we get out of the building where the gala is being held, our limousine is already waiting.My feelings are a confused mess of trepidation, dread and exhilaration.Damiano has my arm in his iron grip and is steering me to the waiting car.He helps me inside and closes the door.Hazily, I wonder if I should make a run for it but I am in a funk, and when he comes in through the other door, the opportunity is gone.
I watch him from the corner of my eye from the far end of the seat, heart hammering.He doesn’t speak.He removes his jacket slowly, methodically, folding it neatly before tossing it onto the seat.Then his fingers move to his bowtie.He unknots it with a patience that feels more dangerous than rage.The partition slides up with a soft whir, cutting us off from the driver.
We are completely alone.My pulse spikes.My mouth goes dry.
Then, with terrifying speed and determination, he grabs me, wrapping one powerful arm around my waist, capturing my wrists with the other as he hauls me across his lap.I gasp, stunned.My wrists are deftly bound with his silk bowtie before I can find my breath again.I twist, more in instinct than resistance, but his grip tightens.
“Did you think I wouldn’t catch you?”His voice is low and dangerous, lips brushing the shell of my ear.“Did you think you could run from me again and there wouldn’t be consequences?”
I tremble, my body taut with a strange mix of indignation and heat.“I wasn’t—”
He cuts me off with a sharp swat to my backside.Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to shock.The sound of it echoes in the silence of the car, and I freeze.Outrage flares in me.“You did not just—”
Another swat, firmer this time.My gasp morphs into something breathless, my hips shifting involuntarily.My skin burns beneath the silk of my dress, heat blooming across me like wildfire.
“You don’t get to lie to me, little flower,” he seethes, another slap falling, sharp and precise, and I cry out from the sting.“You ran.Again.And now I’m reminding you who you belong to.”
“You are insane,” I hiss, but my voice cracks at the edges when more slaps rain on my ass, amplifying the sting into heat, like molten lava coursing through my veins.
“Maybe,” he murmurs, his tone dropping into something darker.He slides his palm over the curve of my backside, bunching the dress up to soothe the sting with a slow caress of his hand.“But you make me this way.Your defiance.Your impossible little mouth.”He trails kisses down my neck, his breath hot against my skin.My anger is tangled with lust now, my thighs pressing together helplessly.I hate how much I need him in this moment.Hate how every strike seemed to stoke the fire inside me, not snuff it out.
“Say it,” he demands against my throat, his fingers tightening around my bound wrists.“Say you’re mine.”
I don’t want to.I do.My pride is bruised, but my body is melting.“You’re such a bastard,” I breathe, shuddering.
He chuckles darkly.“And yet, here you are.Soaked through your dress.Writhing on my lap.”
Then, without a word, he shifts me, lifting me like I weigh nothing and settling me upright in his lap, my knees straddling his thighs, my bound wrists resting against his chest.He fists his hands in my hair and angles my head so my throat is bared to him.
I can barely breathe.His eyes are molten, locked on mine with a hunger that’s no longer about control alone.It’s raw, intense need.
“You drive me insane,” he says, voice rough.“You make me reckless.You make me weak.”His eyes are blazing with unconcealed lust as they lock with mine.“My purpose, my obsession.You are mine,” he rasps against my lips.
His grip on my hair tightens and I whimper from the pain shooting through my scalp.His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue sweeps in and he viciously kisses me, all tongue and teeth conquering and ripping my last shred of sanity away.When he pulls my head back, his eyes are wild, his breathing ragged.
“On your knees.Now.”He voices his command in a low growl and my body immediately obeys.Before my mind can catch up, I am kneeling between his parted legs on the car floor.
“Show me what a good girl you are and I will let you come.”
With shaking fingers, hands still bound, I undo his belt and unzip his pants.Then I pull his already hard cock out and moan on seeing him hard and big in my hands.I look up at him and desire slams into me, leaving me breathless.His extended arms are resting on top of the backrest on each side of him, his eyes smoldering down at me like I am his last meal on earth.I look back at his cock and see a drop of precum at the tip.I lap it up and hear his sharp hiss.Empowered, I take the head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.
“That’s it, sweetheart.Just like this.”His deep rumble is sending shivers into my belly.I take him slowly into my mouth as deep as I can.
“Ahh yes, such a good girl,” he grits out as if he were in pain.When I feel him at the back of my throat, I try to relax to take him even deeper, then I move up and back down again in a slow, sensuous rhythm.When I look up, his eyes are still on me, hungry and feral.His hands are gripping the backrests so hard his knuckles are white.I wrap my tongue around his cock, stroking and licking along the ridges and thick veins.My arousal is driving me into a crazed state.I snake my bound hands down between my thighs and start to touch myself through my panties.
