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“Are you going to leave without putting up a fight?” I question, breathing along her throat.
“Yes.” Her voice is shaky, stretching out that one syllable. Her inability to deny the attraction between us will be my way to win her.
“Good girl,” I whisper, biting on the tip of her earlobe before I spin her back around and crush her lips in a kiss, marking her as mine. My hands fist into her long hair, thrusting her body tight against the length of my frame.
The audible sound of my name from her lips as I break the kiss brings a smile to my face. I have her just where I want her. Taking her hand, I lead her out to the waiting vehicle. She gets inside without making a fuss, which is good because I’m about to lose it and fuck her pretty little ass and show her that I’m the criminal she thinks I am.
Once inside, I tell my driver, “Home.”
Chapter Nine
May
I shouldn’t want him. My father spent his life dedicated to the right side of the law, so I should fight this wholeheartedly, but I can’t. He’s given me the excuse I need to submit: my sister. In my heart, I’m sure he’d never hurt her to get to me. The truth is in his eyes. For as dark and dangerous as he is, hurting me isn’t something he’d do.
Stripping me in the diner didn’t have the effect he thinks it did. I wasn’t frightened into behaving. My slutty ass was turned on like a bitch in heat, waiting to be violated by this brute. Where have all my morals and objectivity for the law gone? Dario Conti has stolen them like the criminal he is.
As soon as his driver pulls away, the tension in my body increases tenfold. My needs, fears, concerns all move to the forefront, and I’m not sure what I should do. Getting help and running away to safety would be the smart thing, but how far is his reach?
“Relax. You are tense. I promise to leave your sister alone—if you behave.”
Will he try to fuck my sister? The sick bastard. Angrily I get in his face, his suit coat falling open. “If I don’t sleep with you, will you try to violate her?”
He’s quick, with one hand fisted around my ponytail tilting my head back, and the other between my legs while he stares into my eyes. “I only want to bed you, and you will sleep with me.” He cups my pussy, and I gasp from the unexpected assault on my senses. There’s no way to fight the onslaught of pleasure, but I do my best to control it.
He shakes his head and gives me a devilish smirk that can only be seen from the passing streetlights. “You are so responsive to me. I knew it from the moment I walked into that dump and the way that pink spreads over your cheeks that your pussy was getting nice and wet just for me. Soaking itself so I could slide this huge fucker between your tight walls and beg it to be bred.”
His finger works around the edge of my panties, pushing the wet fabric away from my slit. “See, you’re already wet for me. You’re going to make a good wife, aren’t you?”
I shake my head, wanting him to get angry. I love the darkness in his eyes, and I’m not disappointed. He growls, gripping my throat with one hand while he slaps my pussy with the other.
“You like me being rough with you, don’t you? Those gorgeous emeralds light up. Good. Keep pissing me off, and I’ll take this pussy right here and now. Breed you hard and fast. Tear your tight hole up until you beg me to stop.”
“I’ll never beg you for anything,” I hiss through my clenched teeth, slamming my legs closed on his hand. He roughly pushes them apart, smirking and enjoying the little fight I’m pretending to put up.
He pushes two fingers inside my pussy, stretching me so much that I can barely breathe. “Wait until it’s my dick, amore.” My breathing catches while he teases my hole, slipping his fingers in and out, nearly touching my innocence. I’m shaking as the pleasure becomes too much.
“This is wrong. You’re a bad guy,” I insist.
“That I am, but since you’re mine, nothing I do to make you feel good is wrong. Tell me this doesn’t feel good, and I’ll stop.” My arousal betrays me, and I can’t find the words to make him end his sensual assault.
Relenting, I part my thighs, giving him access.
“Don’t stop,” is the only thing to come out of my mouth besides moans. His mouth lands on mine, swallowing my answer while pumping my core. I clench around him and cream for the first time in a man’s arms. Our breathing is harsh, sweat covering our foreheads, and then he pulls his lips away from mine.
