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“Tell me to stop then, Ava….” he says, finger-fucking me now. His thrusts drive in and out of me hard and fast while his hands at my throat burn me.
I open my mouth to say the words, but I can’t.
The devil has me exactly where he wants me at the point where he’s giving me so much pleasure he knows I can’t resist it.
I try to look anywhere but his eyes. It’s his eyes that do the damage.
What I see though is a couple off to the corner of the room below. Like everyone else, they’re naked, but they’re making out. The way they kiss is almost comparable to the relentless movements of everyone else.
I watch them and almost forget what I’m supposed to say.
I look back to the man who’s giving me this insane pleasure and see he’s smiling at me with pure satisfaction.
“Tell me to stop, Ava… I’m waiting. Giving you the rare opportunity to take back control. Use it, or… lose it.”
“I… can’t…”
He gives me a wicked chuckle, looks to the couple I was watching, then shocks me by cupping my face and guiding my lips to his for a kiss.
He pulls his fingers from my pussy and holds my face so he can deepen the kiss, and shit… I lose it.
I kiss him back too high on lust and arousal. Our tongues tangle in crazy need, and even though he’s kissing my lips, I feel him everywhere, all over me. Inside and out.
I find myself tugging at his shirt while he cups my breasts. I pull harder, and the sound of a button popping off and landing on the glass floor registers in my mind. Just that and his hands are all I’m aware of.
He claims my mouth, crushing his to mine, deepening the pressure as he exploits my lips. Then he stops and pulls away from my lips.
I look at him not knowing what he wants now. I don’t want to accept what I want, because this can’t be me.
My hands are still on his shirt. The bottom two buttons are gone.
“Finish taking it off,” he says. His eyes entreat me to give in to what I want most, but my hands shake with nerves and the conflict of emotions roiling inside me. “Take it off, Ava. Do what you want to me.”
As he says that, it sparks something deep inside me.Do what I want?It’s been so long that I’ve done that. It feels like it’s been so long since I gave in to the call to do something I truly want to do.
He feels like that, and the temptation to take what I want from him is something I don’t want to say no to. Boldness takes over.
His smile widens when I start undoing his buttons. It’s the kind of smile that belongs to a man who’s confident about his appearance.
I conjured in my mind a masterpiece of a physique just based on what I saw beneath his shirt. When the soft cotton lies open and he takes off his shirt, I see I was right…partially. He does have a body to be proud of, but what I’m looking at could rival the Greek gods.
Muscle on muscle is all I see running from the top of his shoulders right down to the V cut of his torso. He has a tattoo of a dragon on one arm and a snake on the other. His chest is covered with more tattoos.
There’s a black inky dragon. Something that looks like it flew straight out of a fantasy. It looks like it would breathe fire. The tail runs down the length of his abs and curls around the edge of his hip, calling to me to explore, so I do. I follow it all the way around and see the end right around his back, which shows five sparrows in flight.
I touch his tight taut skin, tracing my finger over the dark inky birds.
“Five,” I whisper.
“The five Giordano brothers,” he replies.
“There are five of you?”
“Four now,” he answers with hesitation and my heart stills.
“Four.” One died… death is always sad.
“Story for another time.”
