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“I’m not certain I can give you that. What can I offer you at this moment?” I lowered my head, the draw to her becoming irresistible. As the rain continued to fall, the wind strong enough to rock the car back and forth, her breathing became increasingly ragged.
“To allow me to feel something. Anything.”
“How can I help you do that?”
She tilted her head until our lips were only centimeters away. “Fuck me. Please, make love to me tonight. Just one night.”
Jesus Christ. Was I truly considering it? When she crowded closer, her gaze more imploring, I made a selfish decision. The girl was far too trusting. “Do you understand what that means?”
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
Goddamn, the girl’s voice was seductive. “First, I’ll bury my face into your tight little pussy until you come on my tongue while screaming out my name. After that, I’ll fuck you like an animal, as if I hate you. It won’t be sex or making love. Not this go-around. It’s going to be hard, brutal fucking. The kind that leaves every inch of your body aching, breathless but satiated. If I fuck you, it’s something you’ll cherish for a long time, wishing we could do it all over again. Fucking you will leave you with unbridled lust, an all-consuming need that will make you want to do crazy things to have it once again. And you will try.” Fuck. My cock was throbbing because that’s exactly what I wanted to do. “Now, tell me if that’s what you really want.”
Her chest rose and fell, the shadowed light unable to hide her glassy eyes or the way her lower lip trembled. I wanted nothing more than to ravage her sweet mouth.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I want,” she whimpered.
I cupped the side of her face, digging the rough pads of my fingers into her skin. The last thing I needed to do was to seduce her, but God help me, I wasn’t going to be able to resist.
As I captured her mouth, I was well aware I’d likely go to hell for this if for nothing else.
And I was fine with my fate.
As long as I was allowed a single taste of an angel.
CHAPTER 5
Christiana
Francesco.
I whispered his name, the sound tickling my lips.
My God. The words he’d used left me breathless, my heart thudding against my chest. I was lightheaded, yet so excited there wasn’t an inch of me not tingling, the anticipation more than I’d imagined.
To feel again.
That’s exactly what I wanted, so much so I couldn’t care less that I’d placed my life into the hands of a handsome stranger. Francesco could be a monster but no more so than the bastard who’d raised me then sold me off like livestock to a man who was more than twice my age.
His crude words about what he would do to me were exactly what I’d wanted to hear. As he placed his hand on my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin, the feeling of being his possession was entirely different than the events that now seemed a lifetime ago. Francesco only wanted one thing.
Raw pleasure.
Not tearing me apart or selling me off, just a level of intimacy we’d both remember fondly.
He was such a beautiful creature than I was almost mesmerized, which was something that had never happened before. The fact he made me tongue tied was a clear indication of my blinding attraction. I was here in a car with a mysterious stranger, someone who could be a serial killer for all I knew, yet I was perfectly happy, even relaxed. The terrible experience from before had almost faded away, leaving only a bad taste in my mouth.
“Be careful what you ask for, little bird,” Francesco growled. “I play for keeps.”
“That’s the thing with birds. They tend to fly away, but you can try. Besides, maybe I’m not asking. Maybe I’m telling.” Who was this girl doing the talking? Certainly not the one who’d arrived in New York. Maybe I’d grown up in the space of a few hours out of necessity.
Perhaps the mystery man with the dazzling eyes could replace that taste with something sinful and creamy. He was insanely hot, so much so my pulse was skipping.
He seemed amused and even more aroused, his nostrils flaring. His laugh tickled the darkest part of me, the sizzling sensations creating vivid images of the filthy things I wanted him to do to me.
“One thing, princess. You’re not in charge. I am. I’ll make certain you’re very clear of that.”
“Meaning what?”
