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I should have been fighting, kicking, and trying to claw him. Instead, I felt my body soften at the flavor of him.
His taste exploded on my tongue.
His warmth surrounded me.
His massive body blocked out everything else until all I felt, heard, and smelled was him.
I was just as demented as he was for enjoying this, for allowing this to go on for one second longer. But still I allowed it. I accepted it.
He pressed his body even harder against mine, and a soft mewl left me. I wanted to say it was in disgust, but I was embarrassingly wet, heinously aroused.
And when he shoved his thigh between my legs and lifted slightly so he was rubbing against the softest part of me, I hated how good it felt.
Sparks of pleasure shot through me, but reality came crashing back down when he sucked on my tongue, pulling it into the hot recesses of his mouth and then gently biting it.
I snapped my eyes open to see him looking at me, pleasure and dominance reflected, and a visual I’d never get out of my head.
I tried to turn away from him and break the kiss. I was the one breathing hard now, unable to ground myself or grasp reality. His flavor became ingrained in my taste buds.
I wanted to spit at him. I wanted to drink a bottle of whiskey just to get his flavor out of my mouth. But I knew that one touch, kiss, was now branded in me irrevocably.
There was nothing but smugness on his face as he took a step back.
The haziness cleared, and before I knew what I was doing, I brought my hand up, intending to slap him again. But before my palm connected, he had my wrist in his hand. It was a tight hold. A little painful… which I found exciting.
“Don’t raise your hand to me again, Liliana. I’d never do it to you out of anger.” He stepped in close, his lips pressed to mine so that when he spoke again, our mouths felt fused. “Now, if I raise my hand to you for pleasure…” he ground his still hard cock against my belly. “That’s something entirely different, sweet girl.”
When he stepped away, I swayed, having to press myself hard against the wall to stay upright. He smirked. The bastard knew the effect he had on me.
“I’m taking you back to your room, tending to your foot, and then you’re going to be a good girl and not try to fucking run again.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the mention of my foot had me glancing down to see blood on the side of it and covering my toes. I then remembered when I’d stepped on the broken lamp, slicing the bottom of my foot.
I went to walk, knowing tonight wasn’t the night to make my escape but hating that I was going to obey him. But he had me in his arms a second later, my arms now wrapped firmly around his neck so I kept my balance.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
He didn’t respond for a long second, but I felt his lips by my ear once more. “Continua a ripetertelo quando so che la tua figa è bagnata per me in questo momento.”Keep telling yourself that when I know your pussy is wet for me right now.
I refused to look at him. I felt his warm breath along my temple. There was no doubt in my mind that the devil was carrying me right now, and I had no choice but to let it happen.
Chapter7
Matteo
Istood in my office and stared out the window as I nursed a glass of whiskey. I could see Luca down below with two of my other men hauling Riccardo’s body toward the nondescript van.
The entire situation was more of a blur to me than anything else. I’d seen that fucker put his hands on Liliana.
I’d heard the vile fucking things he’d said.
I’d only seen red after that.
If anybody was going to touch her, if anyone was going to say dirty things in her ear, it sure as fuck was going to be me.
So I put a bullet in that bastard’s skull and watched him bleed out all over my imported Italian rug.
I wanted nothing more than to throw Liliana over my shoulder, give her tight, little ass a hard smack for wandering the halls, and then take her back to my room and feast on her pussy as punishment. I wouldn’t let her come, either. I would bring her to the edge only to deny her before jerking off and spraying my load all over her belly.
