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“Panties. Now,” I quietly demand.
After an exasperated exhale her fingers slowly make their way under her dress, eventually pulling her panties down her thighs. Pushing them over her knees, she discreetly passes them over her feet before placing them in my waiting palm.
“Good girl,” I groan quietly into her ear while shoving them into my pocket, “eventually you will learn not to make me ask you to do something twice.”
Placing my hand on her thigh, I slowly slide it to her knee before yanking her leg towards me and opening her thighs. My hand grazes along her inner thigh and under her dress until I can almost feel the warmth of her pussy.
Grabbing my wrist she pushes my hand away. In return, I pinch the thin skin of her inner thigh causing her to hiss under her breath.
“Hands on the table,” I demand, “do not do that again.”
Moving my hand back towards her warmth, “I expect you to be quiet. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you.”
She is radiating warmth against my fingers as I hold them against her, the soft skin of her warm cunt resting against my hand. Slowly parting her lips, I slide a finger between them and hear her swallow hard as I pass over top of her clit. Already so wet for me, I use her arousal to continuously glide my finger in small circles around her clit. All of my focus on that single tiny bundle of nerves, her short breaths become increasingly rapid as her finger tips flex against the table.
Her staggered breathing tells me how close she is, and I slide my hand from her slick center to her knee. I wrap my hand tightly around it to keep her thighs parted. With my free hand, I pick up my fork and continue to eat the food on my plate.
Her pending release quickly converts to frustration as I deny her what she so desperately wanted.
“You should eat,” I smirk at her.
After a few minutes, Ava’s breathing returns to normal. Just as it does, I swipe my fingers across her entrance before rubbing them firmly over her clit, quickly bringing her back to the brink. Watching as she silently chews on her bottom lip, I squeeze her clit between my fingers. Rolling it between them, I feel her thighs begin to quiver before letting go and returning my hand back to her knee.
Ava’s body is tight. Tense. Dying for a release. The frustration she is feeling is nearly visible in her body language. I cannot get enough of how needy her body gets.
“Renzo,” she begs in a whisper. Her voice so needy and desperate, for something she knows only I can give her.
“My rules,” I mouth back her.
Traveling my hand back up towards her entrance, her eyelids flutter and her thighs quiver with anticipation. Without warning, I slide a finger inside of her and repeatedly curl it against her walls. Feeling her clench around my finger, her body is begging to finally come. She needs it, and I do not intend to give her. At least not yet.
As I pull my finger from her, she pulls her dress over her knees and promptly pushes her chair back from the table. All eyes are immediately on her as she stands.
ChapterEighteen
Avalie
Unable to take his torture anymore, I am ready to scream as I push myself from the table.
“Excuse me,” I can feel my cheeks turning pink with everyone’s eyes suddenly on me, “I’m suddenly not feeling well and am going to head upstairs.”
Quickly leaving the dining room, I head for the stairs. Hearing footsteps behind me as I near the top, I pick up my pace.
I think I made a mistake. I can’t do this with him. I just need to get to my room. Tomorrow, I will tell him it was a mistake.
I make it halfway down the hallway before two rough hands grab my shoulders stopping me in my tracks. I am pulled backwards until I am flush against his hard body. His lips immediately trailing up my neck towards my ear.
“Where do you think you’re going,piccola pesca,” the words a warm, gravelly whisper in my ear, “We are playing by my rules and you don’t get to run from me unless I tell you to.”
Nothing comes from my parted lips but continuously heavier breaths as his teeth slowly slide down my neck and he presses his hard cock against my ass.
“I think you want me to punish you,” his words sending goosebumps over me, “and I intend to give you exactly what you want.”
Before I have a moment to speak, Renzo turns me and pins me to the wall. His hands firmly gripping my wrists over my head and his body pressed so firmly against me I can barely breathe. Adjusting his grip to hold my wrists with just one hand, the other immediately wrapping its fingers around my throat.
“I will not give you more pain than you can handle,” his words slow and dripping with lust, “but I cannot promise you the same of your pleasure."
As I gasp, his tongue plunges into my mouth. This kiss is not sweet or romantic. It is needy. Savage. Wanting. Dirty. Our tongues dance together, violent and angry.
