“You are so fucking mine. I need to watch you like this. I need you to look at me when you fall apart for me.”
Another smack and a gasp tore from my lips. My body jolted, and he growled. His eyes were fixed on my face, his jaw clenched, and his nostrils flaring as he studied every response to his touch.
“Have you learned your lesson yet? Tell me who you belong to. Say my name, Aria.”
I shook my head, a sudden urge to rebel and push him further sparking beneath my skin. It was so stupid, but he’d clearly spanked all the brain cells out of my body about five minutes ago, and now? I just needed more. All of it. Everything he’d give me. He groaned, thrusting his hips and pressing his hard dick against me as another smack landed on my ass, then another. My cheeks were red raw, my body overly sensitive, and tears streamed down my face. And I loved every second.
“You’re making me lose my fucking mind watching you like this. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Smack.
“No one is taking you from me. I’ll burn Rome to the ground before I let that happen.”
He undid the belt, pushed my thighs apart, and gave my bare pussy a light slap. My whole body bucked against him, practically humping his lap for more as I screamed.
“Tell me who you belong to, Baby,” he demanded in a breathless whisper, as if he were barely holding on himself.
Another pussy slap. Woah. My head flung back, my body arching as a loud moan slammed through me. That was my undoing. The way his voice shifted from possessive to tender in a simple command sent a ripple of pleasure to my core, forcing me to submit.
“You,” I cried as his fingers dipped between my thighs again, this time circling my clit. “Oh, fuck, Sani.”
He moaned when he heard me shout his name, and when his finger dipped inside my pussy, I clenched around him. I clawed at the bed as he pushed in a second finger and started fucking me slowly, hooking them inside me at an angle that made my vision dot.
I was a withering mess on his lap as he ripped the orgasm from my soul. I came with a scream, my body shaking, but before I had time to recover, he flipped me onto the bed, and my face landed in a pillow. Suddenly, the pressure from my corset disappeared, and I looked over my shoulder to see he had torn the damn thing open. He untied my wrists and, with a slight struggle, peeled the rest of the dress off my body, leaving me naked except for my garter and suspenders.
I twisted onto my back, panting and staring up at him as he knelt between my legs, his dark eyes filled with such desire and hunger that my body hummed with satisfaction. This was the last man on the planet I should want between my legs, but when he looked at me like that… I felt like the most powerful woman alive.
“So fucking pretty,” he growled, lowering himself to take the garter between his teeth as he dragged it down my leg. I gasped, my mind and body too exhausted from that punishment and pleasure to do any more. I felt as if he’d just ruined my life all over again. Twice in one day, he’d just rearranged my reality.
“I need to taste you,” he groaned, lying on his stomach and gripping my thighs. “It’s been too long, and I’ve been losing my damn mind over it.”
A gasp turned into a long, drawn-out moan as he covered my clit with his mouth and licked, swirling his tongue in a rhythm that made my hands claw into his hair and my head lift off the pillow to watch him. Holy shit, what a sight. His dark eyes bore into me, calling out the darkest, most depraved parts of my soul so he could claim them too. His hands dug into my thighs, pulling me into him harder as he sucked at my clit.
The deep groans of approval he made as he feasted on me sent me over the edge in record time, especially when I saw his hips rolling against the mattress, getting himself off too. I screamed his name through overwhelming tears, and then my body collapsed in a heap on the bed. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, let alone move a single limb. I thought I’d never be able to sleep in this apartment next to a criminal, but clearly two mind-blowing orgasms were all I needed to forget where I was and who I was with.
I vaguely felt the bed dip beside me, then something was pulled over my head. I mumbled a protest until I felt the softness of the fabric against my upper body and the deeply masculine, musky scent of him wrapped around me like the effects of a blissful drug. My body was lifted in muscular arms and placed back down. I rolled onto my side, mumbling something incoherent as the duvet was pulled upto my shoulders.
“Sogni d’oro,Bella Ribelle.”
I sighed, my mind and body already carrying me far away from the craziest day of my life, and only one thought flickered before the deepest sleep I had in years took me under.
My ass would regret this tomorrow.
Psychological Warfare
Irolled onto my back and sat up, wincing at the tenderness the movement caused, then glanced down at the heavy diamond ring on my wedding finger.
It wasn’t a crazy dream. My life had really gone massively off script.Married to a heathen. Spanked by a heathen. Orgasmed on a heathen’s tongue and fingers. And slept in a heathen’s bed, wearing what looked like his T-shirt. I really needed to work on my self-control.
I grimaced as I turned my head, expecting to find that naked heathen sprawled beside me. When the other side of the bed was empty and unslept in, I blew out a relieved breath. Facing him would have pushed me over the edge.
Without thinking, I lifted the soft cotton fabric over my face to hide from the world and my shame. Big mistake. His delicious scent filled my nostrils, sending my stomach on a joyride. I’d been struggling to place it, but now my mind was free of the champagne and lust, and I was practically suffocating in it; it was unmistakable. Oud, amber, and warmth. So heavy and hypnotic, it felt like gravity forcing me to my knees. I dropped my t-shirt-covered face into my hands and groaned.
Last night was bad. Spectacularly bad. Scratch that. The whole day was an ever-loving nightmare. His mother was right; that man was an absolute menace.
But who was the sinner, really? The devil must have just added my name to the top of his list of potential recruits with a winky face, because not only did I allow it to happen, but I loved every damn second. I’m supposed to hate him, not beg him to spank me and make me come.
Flinging back the covers, I made my way to the bathroom, shoving away the curious thought as to where Santino was if he hadn’t slept beside me. I didn’t care where he was. Not one bit. The further away, the better. Maybe he’d be wealthy enough to be picked to go into space and live there. That would significantly help get my life back on track.
