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“I don’t want gentle,” I told him. “I need you. All of you.”
He took a deep breath, his lips curling, his eyelids half closed. “Bad girl.” The powerful man broke the connection long enough to drag his shirt over his shoulders, pitching it aside. His chest continued to rise and fall, the expression on his face unlike anything I’d ever seen. When he advanced again, he rolled his palms over my shoulders to my waist, his fingers gathering the material.
When I reached for his belt, he uttered another growl. “You’re not in control.” Another deep laugh was followed by him gently sweeping my dress over my head. But I had a feeling that was the last tender moment.
The way he looked at me was as if the night we’d shared had never happened, his sweeping gaze full of heat and dominance. It wasn’t just about possession but something much darker, a touch of obsession that knew no bounds. There was a tiny part of me that screamed I should be fearful of his power, but I knew he would never hurt me or crush my spirit.
He spun me around, wrapping his arm around my chest, holding me tightly against him. As he raked the rough pads of his fingers down my face to my neck, he pressed his lips against the top of my head. Then he walked us to an open section of the window, forcing me to peer out at the bright lights of the city.
“What do you see?” he asked as he brushed his fingers down to my breast, swirling the tip of a single finger around my taut nipple.
“Electricity.”
“Thousands of people could be watching, voyeurs hungry to capture a moment of passion that’s missing in their lives.”
“Yes.” He pushed me closer to the window. I placed my palms against the glass, noticing the windows of my apartment across the crowded street. They seemed so close, as if he could capture everything I was doing at any moment of the day. The thought was naughty and thrilling, yanking at my usual controls, pulling at my inhibitions.
He grasped my forehead, pulling the back of my head against his chest as he cupped my breasts, pinching my tender nipple. Several moans escaped, the pain as he twisted my aching bud almost as pleasurable as the tingling sensations between my legs.
“They want what they can’t have because you’re all mine.” His heated breath was white-hot as it cascaded down my cheek. I lowered one hand to his thigh, digging my fingers in, pushing hard against the glass with the other. He continued pinching and twisting, leaving me writhing in his hold.
I wanted him to fuck me, to drive his thick cock deep inside.
“But they’re watching. Waiting. Hungering.” He nipped my earlobe then swirled his tongue into the shell, boosting the heat, a fire burning too hot. When he rubbed his hand down my stomach, I tensed, my breathing shallow. Every move he made was forceful yet protective, as if he’d never allow anyone else to touch me ever again.
He slipped his hand between my legs, his fingers gripping my mound with the same ferocity I’d experienced with the passionate kiss. As he pressed his fingers against the thin lace, my pulse skyrocketed and I gyrated my hips, bucking against him.
“My girl is wet. Do you crave my cock?”
“Oh, yes.”
Chuckling, he rubbed the tips of his fingers around my clit through the material, the sensations driving me wild. Panting, I gripped his arm, pushing down as he dragged his tongue across my jaw.
I sensed his urgency increasing, his actions becoming rough. As he drove the material past my swollen folds, gasps burst from my throat.
“Please fuck me.” I almost laughed at the sound of my voice, the same insistence in my tone as his.
“Sshh… Soon, baby girl. Soon.”
If he was trying to torment me into begging, I was close to it. The friction forced my body to buck hard. I slammed my hand against the glass, scratching my nails down the surface. “Oh, God. Please.”
His hold remained firm no matter how much I struggled, his fingers digging into my side as he held me. I was pushed into sheer bliss, the jolts of current electrifying.
When he finally slipped his fingers under the thin elastic, the rough pads finally touching my throbbing pussy, I almost climaxed. Every moan was louder the one before. He teased my clit, pinching until the small nub was aching and swollen.
“I’m going to fuck you for hours,” he muttered, issuing a series of low and throaty growls afterwards.
Stars floated in front of my eyes mixing with the neon colors of the city, my imagination getting the better of me. As the music floated into my ears, the sense of rapture pulsed in my veins. I couldn’t breathe, my heart racing. “Yes. Yes…”
Nicolo finally plunged his fingers inside, savagely thrusting deep, the rhythm matching the wild beating of my heart. When he flexed his fingers, curling the tips, the rush of vibrations was unlike anything I’d felt before.
“La mia bellezza perfetta,” he whispered in my ear.
And I felt like his perfect beauty. Steam formed on the window as I continued to undulate my hips, longing for him to drive deeper, harder. Faster. I wanted it rough, to feel the burn and raw passion, to wear his marks for days.
“That’s it. Are you ready to come for me?”
Was that really a question? “Yes, please. Yes.”
