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We’re looking straight at each other, and his eyes soften. His facial features are hard but his eyes warm. I hate the way he’s looking at me. I would rather he think I’m a bitch. It makes it easier to deal with.
He’s not holding me like a prisoner. My veins strum, and my hands wiggle against the tape.
“What’s it going to be, Gia?”
The strumming ignites my whole body, heading right for the apex of my thighs.
“I hate you.” I’m unconvincing. My voice shakes and is low.
“Good. It will make this so much sweeter,” he rasps against the shell of my ear.
He moves, and our bodies touch. My legs naturally wrap around him, helping to steady myself. It has nothing to do with wanting him to kiss me. Or the way my nipples pebble with a reminder of his hands on me.
His grip loosens on my waist but stays holding on.
“This changes nothing,” I state.
He chuckles, his finger feathering up and down my collarbone.
“You can lie to yourself all you want.” His lips press hard against me. A traitorous moan bubbles up from my throat, and he swallows it whole.
My legs grip harder, pulling him in. The bulge in his pants digs into me. His fingers skim my stomach, coming up to the bottom of my bare breast before going down. He teases me, my nipples pointing harder than ever before.
His hand moves away from under my shirt, and I feel an immediate chill. He never once stops kissing me. It’s demanding. He controls everything about it. I hear the rip and feel the pull of the material from my body before his hands are back on me. I can’t help but think that him ripping my shirt was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. Free of restriction, his hands cup my breasts, his fingers pinching at my nipple. His touch is addicting.
Our lips move in sync. Even as he tries to pull away, I keep mine glued to his, not ready to give it up.
“Patience,” I’m scolded. I shouldn’t have a smile on my face, but I do. I like this Romeo. He knows what I need before I do.
He holds my legs and moves down my length before I’m standing on two wooden platforms that he pulls down from the wall.
All of a sudden, it dawns on me. This is a sex room. The chains hanging from the roof are not for killing. The black leather cuffs are attached to each chain. There are black whips that line one wall. These things should have been the first I noticed. A bad taste fills my mouth, thinking of Romeo bringing others here. Is this why he works late at night?
“Is this where you bring all your girls?”
He takes me in. “I’m not the one who spends their time back in this area.” I’m not sure if I should be relieved or horrified that we’re using his brother’s room. My eyes dart to the whips behind him. He turns my chin toward him, wanting to keep my attention on him. “Although he likes his girls bruised and bloody by the time he’s done. I doubt you would enjoy that.”
He undoes my pants, pulling them down to my knees. It’s slow, teasing me along the way. The way his hands skim my skin has me forgetting all about his brother’s scary fetish.
“I think we can come to a compromise.” He kisses up my leg, pausing at the small wet spot on my panties. Cockily, he looks up, lifting a brow with a silent I know you’re into this. I am. I’m practically panting, wanting everything he plans to give me.
“I’m going to take my time, since last time I didn’t have the chance to.” I nod enthusiastically. “Don’t forget, I still need to punish you for looking through my things. You’re not going to come until I think you’ve learned your lesson. That’s how this is going to go.”
“Remind me to piss you off more often.”
Instead of responding, he licks the inside of my thigh but misses the outline of my panties. I pout, and he bites my inner thigh. I scream out at the sudden rush of pain before he’s soothing it with his tongue.
“When anyone sees your body, they will know you belong to someone.”
My fingers itch to run through his hair but can’t reach with the metal holding me in place. He sucks on the other side of my thigh before easily maneuvering my legs around his shoulders. I’m suspended in the air as he nudges the thin fabric separating us.
He sucks on my clit before his tongue fucks me as if it were his cock. I’m climbing toward an orgasm, needing him to place more pressure on my clit. My hips move to his rhythm, helping him. His fingers massage my ass before landing a hard slap to one cheek. His lips leave my pussy, and he moves me higher to kiss the sting from my behind.
The act itself seems forbidden but only encourages me. “This pussy and this ass are now mine,” he says with a vengeance. “Has anyone ever taken your ass before?”
I shake my head.
“Good. It’s mine.”
