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“Fuck, yeah,” I hear him hiss and before I can question myself, I increase the pressure, wanting my mark on his skin, blended in with his tattoos. Realistically, I know it will fade, but maybe he will see it and remember me even after I’m gone—at least for a few days.
As the doors slide together, closing us in, Antonio presses my back against the wall of the elevator. He takes my mouth with a hungry growl, his tongue thrusting between my lips like a weapon as if he’s come to conquer and destroy me. I think maybe he has. I cling to him because there’s nothing else I can do—nothing else Iwantto do. His tongue claims me, pillaging and claiming me in ways that I never knew were possible in a kiss. Admittedly, I’ve never been kissed unless you count a friend at the boarding school I was sent to. That kiss left me cold and would have never happened, except there were no boys in the school and Helen and I were in similar spots in life. Our fathers were not good men. We werenevergoing to be allowed to have boyfriends. The expectation was that we would remain virgins until our fathers married us off. I text with her here and there still. That’s about as much as we can do since she lives on the other side of the country and isn’t allowed to travel—much like me. I was expecting to see her next month and I was looking forward to it. She’s supposed to marry Marco, and this was to be their first actual meeting. She got off luckier than I did. I’m marrying a man old enough to be my grandfather and she’s actually getting a chance with my brother.
I mean, my father and brothers are evil, but if I had to pick one that I at least like a little… it would be Marco. I know he’s tried to shield me from my father’s wrath. He’s also the one who insisted to my father that he show me the rooms under our home and the way out of them should I ever need to escape. My father rolled his eyes but didn’t really give a damn. He figured I wasn’t going to be home long enough for it to matter.
Marco told me if things became too scary, I needed to use these rooms to escape because they weren’t monitored by the security cameras—a fact we both thought was dumb, but no one questions my father. At the time, I thought he meant if we went on lockdown for war. Yet, lately when he looks at me, I get the distinct impression he meant I should use it to escape our father.
It worked. That’s part of the reason I’m here with Antonio now, my lungs burning as he continues to claim my mouth. His hand slides back between my legs as he finally allows me to take a breath. I miss his kiss but thankfully he’s pulled the strap of my dress down and begins nibbling on my neck. I tilt my head to allow him access as cool air hits my breast because the neckline had dipped down enough to expose it.Who am I?Me, a woman who has never been kissed by a man, suddenly has a man getting her off in a hotel bar and is now close to coming apart again—only this time in an elevator with…Wait, what?
I jerk out of my kiss-post orgasm-hungry-for-more haze to realize we are not in this elevator alone. There are others in here. Two in fact. The two men who were following us. Realistically, I know they’re probably Antonio’s bodyguards, but that doesn’t mean I want them here with us…not now.
I slap my hands against Antonio’s shoulders. “Stop,” I gasp, just as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The word releases with a groan of pleasure as my head falls back, hitting the glass panels of the elevator.
In response, Antonio grunts, and moves his fingers against my clit, pinching it.
My entire body shivers, threatening to detonate. Really, how much pleasure can one person withstand? I shake my head, doing my best to force myself to be rational. “Antonio,” I groan as his tongue laps against my nipple. “We have to stop.”
“There’s no stopping, Lina. I’m not fucking stopping,” he rumbles. His voice is hoarse, overflowing with so much desire and hunger that I feel myself getting even wetter. I instinctively tighten my legs around him, trying to grind against his hand. “Christ, you’re soaked for me,” he groans, biting my nipple and making me cry out.
“Antonio. We’re…we’re n-n-not alone,” I tell him, trying one more time, even as my fingers dive into his hair, and I try to hold him to my breast.
“They don’t matter. It is just you and me,” he snaps, tugging on my dress. I hear the fabric rip and a second later the entire front drops down revealing me to him. Despite his body shielding me, I know the men can see—at the very least they can see some of me. The damn elevator is basically mirrors with shiny, reflective doors.
“It’s not! They’re watching,” I hiss, and they are. There are two bodyguards that look like they could be twins. Both are almost as tall as Antonio. They are walls of solid muscle and stern eyes. They’re really hot, but I don’t want them to watch me while I’m having sex. I might be taking a walk on the wild side with this man—and he is wild—but, I’d rather whatever we do together be between just me and him.I mean, not counting what happened downstairs.
He looks up at me and I know I must look a mess, lipstick smeared, hair mussed, and my breasts hanging out. He grumbles under his breath. I look at the elevator numbers, because he looks like he’s about to tell me he’s not waiting. It figures he’d be in the penthouse area. I look at him hopefully. “It’s only seven more floors,” I whisper hopefully.
“Levi, Zane, turn the fuck around,” he barks, then, lets me slide down his body. I barely stand before he quickly drops to his knees.
“I… You…What are you doing?” I squeak, while trying to cover myself with one arm and hold onto the wall with the other. My legs are weak and shaking as desire surges through my body.
“They can’t see you,” he reasons, pulling me into him with a giant tug when his hands wrap around the backs of my thighs. He forces himself between my legs, ripping my underwear with one jerk and leaving me speechless—and breathless.
“Antonio,” I try again, feeling panicked. “We’re almost to your room now.”
He looks up at me, his expression absolutely decadent and dirty. “Right,” he says. “Zane, stop the elevator.”
“Wha—”
I don’t get to finish the word because, he’s pushing my dress up, somehow tucking it into itself at my waist. Next, he pulls my thighs apart, his touch and control stealing me of rational thought. His face presses against my center and without thinking I grind against his face, knowing I’m covering him in my juices, but unable to be embarrassed. I just want to feel the pleasure I know he can give me.
His fingers open me up to him and then his tongue flattens out and slides against my lips before diving between them and into my entrance. It feels so good, I cry out. His tongue laps at my pussy, flicking the sensitive flesh with a mastery that should be frightening, but only leaves me wanting more. Antonio pulls back and I whimper, thrusting toward him. He reaches up and delivers a short slap on my ass.
“Be still,” he orders. His voice is dark and thick with need. I feel a new gush of desire flood through me.
He holds the lips of my pussy apart, and I feel him blow against my clit. The warm air hits my aroused flesh feels so good that it’s almost painful. My entire body is jolted from the sensation. His tongue once more licks the slick folds of my pussy, moving up to seek my clit and arouse me even more. I do my best to stifle a moan, biting into my lip. I can feel my swollen clit pulsating as he relentlessly teases me, sucking the swollen button into his mouth. His beard brushes against my thighs. It all feels so good, but I’m aching too. I’m empty and needing more at the same time.
“Antonio,” I beg. I’m not sure what I’m asking for, I just know I need it.
“Pinch your nipples and pull on them while I’m eating your pretty little cunt,” he thunders. I look up at his men who have their backs to us. I can see one of them looking into the mirrored panel and I know he can see me, but I ignore it. I do as I’m told, turning my attention back to the man who is sucking my clit back in his mouth. I should be ashamed, because honestly, I think knowing we’re doing this with others so close, knowing they can see me, turns me on. I don’t get time to dwell on it because I can feel the orgasm building all at once as he continuously works me. I pull on my nipples and look down and he grins at me. “That’s my girl,” he praises, and I smile at him, letting him see the pleasure on my face as I torture my nipples with just enough strength that there’s a small feeling of pain mixed in with the pleasure. “Mmm…” he hums, my clit pressed tight between his lips. The vibration makes me cry out and I can feel my orgasm right there, but I can’t reach it.
“I need…” I breathe, but I stop because I don’t know how to describe what I need. Antonio knows, however. He bites down on my clit and that pain is enough to send me splintering into a million pieces. I know, when all is said and done and I’m nothing but a distant memory to this man—if that—I’ll never be the same.
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Lina is limp in my arms as I walk through the doors of the penthouse. My hotel is in what is referred to as the Athens Riviera. Miles and miles of coastline makes up this area and it’s really quite beautiful. Despite wanting to get the hell out of Greece, I can admit the scenery is beautiful. With little Lina in my arms and the entire front area of my suite being doors and glass that allow me to see the coastline view, it’s even better.
“Don’t disturb me unless it’s life or death,” I demand.
