She shoved me hard against my chest, but I grabbed her wrists, slamming them against the wall above her head. She was only proving to herself that she wasn’t truly afraid of me. Her instincts told her I’d never hurt her. I ground my hips into hers so she could feel how hard she made me, and her mouth fell open in a silent moan, but just as quickly, the ice returned to her eyes.
“Let go of me,stronzo,” she growled, arching her chest into mine.
“There’s one,” I smirked. “But not the one I’m after.” I dry-humped her against the wall, dragging the length of my hard cock beneath my leather trousers against her clit.
“How aboutmafiosothen?” she snarled, pretending to hate every second of this, but we both knew it was an act to hide her shame. She wanted me, even knowing what she knew. She could scream, fight me, yell for that bodyguard outside if she wanted, but she didn’t. I chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating through my chest to hers as I rubbed against her, igniting the flame of need burning between us. Her head fell back, and a desperate moan slipped from her lips as I dragged her body up the wall until she was balancing on her tiptoes.
“Try again,” I groaned, releasing one of her wrists to grasp her thigh, hoisting her up my waist, and giving me a better angle.
“Criminal,” she hissed as I rutted against her until her legs wrapped around my hips and I dragged my tongue up her throat. “Corrupt bastard.”
“Still waiting,” I growled against her neck, gripping her ass with my hands and picking up the pace as I fucked her into the wall, dragging her against my length. Her thighs were trembling around my waist, and her nails clawed at my back through my shirt as she tried to refuse her pleasure.
“You’ll wait forever, you arrogant ass,” she moaned, dragging her fingersthrough my hair and yanking my head away from her neck. I pressed my forehead against hers, panting hard as our lips brushed softly and, fuck me, I was so close to giving in and stealing that kiss.
“Then we’ll have forever,” I husked, feeling her whole body shake against mine as she slammed her eyes shut and bit her lip. “Because it won’t change a thing. You’d still be mine. Now. Fucking. Come. For. Me.”
Each word was emphasised with a roll of my hips, and she threw her head forward with a gasp. Her teeth sank into the flesh between my neck and collarbone as she came apart in my arms, biting down hard to muffle her screams. My pleasure shot through the pain as my hips jutted forward, slamming against her as I came in my pants, groaning and grunting through the blinding ecstasy. Fuck. I hadn’t touched my dick in over a week, and that was so worth the wait, even if she hadn’t touched me herself.
She released me from her bite the moment her orgasm subsided, blinking rapidly with heaving breaths between her parted lips.
I smirked, holding her gaze as the realisation of what had just happened settled between us. She shoved at my chest, wriggling against me until I placed her down and stepped back. Her eyes swerved down to the raw, stinging mark she’d made on my skin, and I grabbed my t-shirt by the hem, whipping it over my head so we could both get a better look. All the colour drained from her face as she stared. Her fingers pressed against her lips in horror as I twisted in the mirror to admire her work. Deep teeth marks had pierced the skin, and a small amount of blood was beading on the surface.
“Cazzo,” I groaned, feeling myself getting hard again. “Look at that. You claimed me.”
“I–” Her ocean eyes widened. “I didn’t! I–I’m sorry!”
“Don’t apologise,bellissima. I’ll wear your claim with pride.”
I unbuttoned my leather trousers, my eyes shining with dark amusement as she stepped back against the wall again, still processing who she’d just become when I showed her what she really wanted.
“What are you doing?” she hissed as I dragged the leather down my legs and kicked them away, standing naked in front of her. The rosy tint on her cheeks was adorable as she quickly traced the contours, grooves, and dips of my body with her eyes and landed on my semi-hard dick. She saw the piercing and slammed her hands over her eyes, spinning into the wall. “Oh, my God. Put your clothes back on.”
“I need a shower. You made me come so fucking hard, little rebel. Ever tried riding a bike with dried cum in leather? Not pleasant.” I walked over to the shower and turned on the water, sinking beneath it. She was still hiding in the wall, refusing to look at me, and I chuckled. “Water’s nice. Come and join me.”
With one hand covering her eyes, she darted for the door, yanking it open andrushing into the bedroom. I tilted my head back against the water and laughed when I heard her tripping over herself in clumsy desperation to escape.
“That was a mistake,” she whisper-yelled from the other room. “I want nothing to do with you. Do you hear me? Leave me the hell alone, you psycho.”
“Another creative name… but still the wrong one, Arianna. Never mind, we have plenty of time to fix that.”
I heard the door slam and knew she was gone. I turned off the water, listening as two pairs of footsteps hurried down the corridor, and I smiled. She hadn’t said a word to Piero’s pathetic muscle man, whose job was to protect her from me. And that was all the motivation I needed.
The moment I pulled up in my private garage beneath the apartment building I owned, I spotted my cousin and our family consigliere, Maximus, leaning against his Harley with arms crossed. He was the reason I’d grown up loving the fast and furious thrill of a powerful machine between my thighs. Since I could remember, he’d taken me out on his bikes, even if it was only around our family estate. Now that he was in his fifties, he preferred the classic bikes, while I continued to live for the thrill.
He whistled in admiration as I dismounted and took off my helmet, holding it under one arm while I walked towards him with a smile.
“She’s a beauty. Where did you find her?”
Even though I knew he was talking about the bike, the image of Aria flooded my mind.
Goddamn, I had it bad.
“I didn’t. She found me.”
He chuckled, unfolding his arms to take my hand and pulling me into him for a quick hug.
“Let me guess,” I said, walking us towards the lift. “Gio sent you to spy on me.”
