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THIRTY-TWO
REBECCA
“Get up,” Anthony’sanger-laced voice rasped to me from my left.
I glanced up at him from the table he sent me to. That twitch in his eye suggested this was just fake rage.
“I said get up,” he shouted, silencing the room. Gripping me by the arm, he whispered, “Remember, Giancarlo knows where your parents are. This is a game. Play it.”
I searched for Vale. Shaking my head, I warned him off or he’d lunge at Anthony. “What?” I snapped. “What’s the matter?”
“You know what’s the matter. How dare you betray me?” Anthony towered over me with wide shoulders as raw male heat came off him in waves. The breadth of him in a tux melted women all over this town.
Fuck, I’d played too many games with Giancarlo. I felt my panties go damp. I craved this kind of dominance now. Got so damn turned on by it.
I kept my hands at my side but argued back. “I’m not wearing your ring, yet. If you mean Sebastien...” Otherwise, people would know this was fake.
“I won’t be humiliated like that again. Do you understand?” He waved a finger in my face.
My heart leapt, hoping I’d get more than yelled at. Something devilish took over me. I wanted discipline. “Maybe you need to make me understand you.”
His gray eyes sparkled, even if his mouth tipped open in a confused O.
Anthony pushed everything off our dinner table. Plates, silverware, glasses, water, and champagne went flying. He spun me around and bent me over the table.
Uh oh.
“Hands out,” Anthony ordered. “On the table.”
I did as he said, but the excited quiver had kicked up into terror. The shape of another dark suit came into my vision from across the table. My brain told me it was Sebastien, but it was Vale, looking like he was ready to explode.
“Stand down, man,” Anthony shouted to Vale, pulling at my dress. “She’s my fiancé. I have the right to discipline her.”
In our world where men still ruled over women, Anthony’s words rang true, even though I never admitted to being his fiancé. Never one to take someone else’s orders over mine, Vale’s horrified eyes found mine, seeking direction. I gently crossed my fingers with that signal I used when he stood behind me. With a confused sidelong glance, he wiped his mouth and stormed away. This was all about appearances. Nothing was real.
Was it? My soaked panties felt very real.
“Anthony,” I mumbled. “I feel air conditioning on my ass.”
“Oh. So maybe this is better.” He whacked me there.
My heart pounded, and my cheeks went on fire. I was mortified. All while I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. What had I become? What did these men turn me into?
I was that girl who had everything. Money. Power. Everything a billion dollars could buy. I had love at one time, and it was taken from me. All my heart ached for was love. With Anthony’s show of force, he viscerally believed I belonged to him. Every whack was possessive. The only way he could show love. If he didn’t care, he’d walk away. Fuck someone else.
Anthony hadn’t been out with anyone else since...
Since we danced last month.
His warm hand smoothed my backside, so seductively, dipping his fingers into my cleft. He’d left my thong in place. Perhaps today was the day for granny panties. Only, that would have been a little more embarrassing.
“Look at me,” Anthony said, playing the maniacal role almost as good as Giancarlo.
I glanced behind me, seeing my back laid on the table and his open hand standing at the ready. The next whack to my behind happened in slow motion. The room drew silent. Reggie and Mark stood behind Anthony with their backs turned, ready to pounce on anyone who would have the balls to defy their boss.
Um, sir. Can you spank your fiancé somewhere else, please?
Everythingcrystalized for me right then. I stared out at the guests through watery eyes as Anthony laid smack after smack on me. These people were all fucking sheep. No wonder my father ruled so completely. So absolutely. This taught me, I could too.
“Had enough, angel?” Anthony whispered in my ear.
“No. God, Anthony. I’m wet.”
“Huh?”
“Feel me.”
I felt a finger slip inside me. “Jesus, you are soaked,” he growled low and husky.
Pulling myself together, I whipped out from under him. Now facing him, but sitting on the edge of the wrecked table, I licked my lips and pulled his mouth down to mine.
“Fuck, yeah,” he mumbled, kissing me back.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth and felt electricity when it tangled with his. Gasps and the low hum of voices surrounded us. By kissing him, I just took back my dignity and damn it, Anthony kissed so fucking good. I felt caught up as his wet lips took over my mouth, his breathing so damn ragged. He tasted sweet for a man who only drank scotch. Such power in his lips, I lost track of what I was doing.
“Now,” he groaned. “I need to fuck you.”
I nodded, and next, I was yanked up, Anthony’s hand in mine. We rushed past people with stunned looks on their faces.
“You stay here,” Anthony bit off to his guards. “Don’t come looking for me.”
“Yes, boss,” Reggie said, and he and Mark hung back, perhaps to stop someone from chasing us down.
Tell us we weren’t welcome back to their polite garden party.
I had no plans to go back and figured Anthony lost all interest in food.
Out in the lobby, he gripped my hand tighter. Our cars were probably circling. No time for a limo fuck. My pussy clenched with need. And I would go insane if Anthony wasn’t inside me soon.
“There.” I pointed to an archway that led to a dark corridor behind one of those scrolled gates.
Anthony shook the metal gate. “Locked. Stand back.” He kicked it and it snapped open.
In a dimly lit empty hallway smelling of fresh paint, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me again. Passion overload. His fingers dug into my skin. My body reacted, betraying me. Him too, I suspected by the sloppiness of his kisses. All his oily suave charm left him.
He acted on pure visceral want, something that surprised the hell out of him, I bet.
Me too.
He’d shamed me all right, that was his job. But privately my body ached for him. To find out once and for all how that Messina cock felt. My raging hunger embarrassed the hell out of me, but my hormones took over.
Unlike the layered ball gown I wore for Sebastien, tonight’s number was thin and slinky. Anthony spun me around and pulled my dress up. My ass jutting out made for a perfect shelf to gather the fabric.
“This is truly the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen. God, I’m gonna love fucking you. Everywhere.” His thumb massaged my ring of nerves. “Bastien loves it, do you?”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, leaning my head against my right shoulder.
His belt jangled like a man in a hurry, and I heard his trousers hit the floor. Anthony didn’t wear underwear. “Touch me.”
I reached back and felt the thick, smooth tip. It was dripping. We had that in common.
Anthony sighed, so satisfied with himself. The suave beast returned now that he had me back in a submissive position. I didn’t care. No one was watching. This wasn’t a game. “You really want this, huh? Want my cock?”
“Do it,” I groaned.
He spread my ass cheeks apart as I felt the tip against my folds. “So fucking tight.” He pressed with his cock and growled the moment he found me wet. “I assume you’re on the pill.”
“I’m on the pill. Take me raw, please. I want you to feel me.”
He entered me with one hard shove. My body buckled, and I began to clench, climaxing around him.
“So soon, angel?”
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to. I can go for hours.” He pushed his cock deeper. Impossibly deep. “Take my cock, angel. Every fucking Italian inch.”
After settling in balls deep, he pulled out and wiped his cock against my ass. “Feel that. You’re so fucking wet. You want this.” He thrust hard and began wildly fucking me.
Every cell exploded in lust again, adrenalin rushing through me. I was supposed to fight him. Fight this. I forgot what I was fighting for. He wanted to break me. But I think we broke each other.
The man who kissed me was gone, and I didn’t care. An animal fucked me, groaning and panting. “Lift your leg. God, what a beautiful sight.” He pulled out and played with my clit, sliding his fingers into my folds. I lost it. Bucked against him again. “Coming again for me. Nice.”
He shoved his dick back in and I saw stars, riding the wave of my orgasm on his long hard cock.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Just thought to myself: Could I? Could I marry him if he gave me this once in a while? If we had an understanding, he could fuck Sebastien and me. Maybe he’d let me keep going to Giancarlo’s club. I’d control them all with my body if it could just feel like this.
What a drug.
Anthony kept slamming into me as if I could have denied him. As if he could have denied me. As if he’d say no.
My sanity wore thin as heat rose in my chest again and another orgasm built.
“You’re so wet and tight,” Anthony said in between harsh breaths. “You’re destroying me. God, how I wanted you in high school. Wanted my cock inside you. Inside your ass while Bastien fucked you. Rode that guy’s big dick, loving it. Loving us.”
“And then you could fuck him.”
Anthony growled, pumping harder and faster. His cock pulsed inside me and warmth filled me. “Oh yeah?” He pulled out and tepid squirts shot against my pussy.
What a mess we made of each other.
Fucking Anthony like this, and liking it, letting him know how much I liked it might have been my biggest mess up of all.
