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“You will let me go?” She raised her eyebrow up suggestively as if she didn’t believe me.
“If that is what you want,” I stepped towards her, towering over her so she had to crane her neck to keep up her penetrating glare. It felt like she was trying to delve into my soul and slice me open to see what was really going on inside.
“So, if I promise to stop trying to escape, will you promise to let me return to my family and not hurt Gio?” she breathed as I pushed us back a few steps until her back connected with the flower ladder that snaked up the side of my house. She peered up at me through her lashes, her lips parting with desire when I pressed my body against hers.
“If.” I raised our connected hands up against the wall, weaving our fingers together as they got lost in the thick greenery behind her. “That.” I leaned down, brushing my lips against the soft skin of her neck. “Is what you want.”
“I do,” she gushed, her eyes closing as her chest started to rise and fall in laboured breaths. I reached my free hand up to the lace belt and untied it slowly, letting it fall open to reveal those fucking gorgeous tits. She looked up at me beneath long lashes and I could see how much she still wanted me, regardless of the fucked up situation we were in. But there was still the matter of the man she mentioned in that text, playing on my brain. Who was he? Now I saw the perfect opportunity to get it out of her and make sure that man was no longer on her mind.
He literally walked into me until I had nowhere to go. His eyes and dominant prowl stalked me like the panther he is and my breath hitched as I tried to cling onto any form of control I had left. I was in a state of confusion constantly around this man. I shouldn’t have to remind myself that I must not fall for him. So why did my stomach drop when he said he would let me go? Was I so twisted in the head that hearing the words that should have caused me relief, only caused me disappointment? Even after everything we had just argued about, I still wanted him. Fuck, I wanted him more than ever. Well, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. I held his gaze as I confidently told him going home was what I wanted.
With our locked hands pressed into the vines at the side of my head and his muscular body caging mine in, there was nowhere for me to escape his seduction. My heart was betraying me, hammering with excitement as he tugged open the belt and let the lace blazer fall apart. His calloused fingers scratched along the smooth skin of my stomach and up to one of my tits before he circled my nipple. I bit my lip to avoid a moan as my boobs ached for more. Arching my back so they pushed against his chest, his eyes raked over them like a predator as he kept up the slow torturous teasing.
“Your body is so responsive to me, Princess. It knows it belongs to me,” he husked, his voice sending a chill down my spine. “Tell me…”
“Tell you what?” I moaned as he flicked his thumb over my pointy nipple.
“Tell me that no one can make you feel this good but me,” he commanded in a deep whisper, licking his lips. I met his ocean blue eyes with my hooded gaze, but I kept my teeth firmly embedded in my lip. No fucking way was I going to admit that. Even if it was true.
He teased open the blazer wider, exposing my boobs completely as my eyes darted over his shoulder to check no one could see us. There were workers in the distance but they weren’t taking any notice of what we were doing, though the thought of being caught just heightened my excitement. His hand moulded around my breast, squeezing and teasing as he kept up his caress. I closed my eyes to avoid making a sound.
“Does the man who wants you, make you feel like this, Princess?”
Suddenly, I felt a wetness around my nipple and the flick of his tongue at my pebbled tip. My eyes snapped open to see him sucking and licking, before he tantalised my tits with his teeth. He tugged so hard that a pinch of pain caused me to gasp loudly before his tongue eased it to pleasure again.
“Alessio! Someone could see us,” I panted, grabbing the back of his head as my back arched off the wall when he did it again. “Oh my god.”
When he released my nipple, I was a moaning mess. Especially when he thrusted his hips into mine and I felt that magnificent dick, hard against my pubic bone.
“Who is he, Elle? I want a name,” he growled, diving at my neck and sucking my skin, causing me to gasp in pleasure. His hips started rocking into me, pressing me up against the wall and causing my feet to lift to my tiptoes with every grind against my pussy. The pressure was building and my brain became foggy with lust as his one free hand continued to grope my breast. I hitched one leg around the back of his thigh to give him better access to my soaking pussy as he rubbed my clit with his erection through our clothes. “Who is he?”
I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t breathe. I just wanted to come. SO desperately. I just wanted his dick inside me, slamming me up against the wall and I didn’t even care who saw. But his hips stilled. He pulled his head out from my neck and glared down at me with so much dominance, I nearly melted into a puddle. “Who thinks they can dare make you this wet, Princess?”
I groaned, bucking against him, but his body was too strong, holding me in place. “No one.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he growled. “Give me a name.”
I bit my lip again as I felt his hand move from my boob to the top of my trousers and disappear inside. I opened my eyes, my lips parting in a pant as his gaze glided to mine while a lone finger parted my wet folds.
“Is it Enzo?”
He flicked my clit but then paused and I nearly screamed. Everything in my body tingled.
“Yes,” I broke. I am a fucking weak woman, needing his touch. Needing anything he is willing to give me right now. “He wants to marry me.”
That finger breached my entrance and slowly slid inside me. Toying with me. The slightest penetration left me trembling.
“Does he now?” he husked, his eyes burning into mine, watching my every reaction as he eased his finger back inside, before adding another.
“Hmm,” I moaned, my freehand gripping his shoulder.
“But you don’t want him. Do you, Princess?” he snarled with dominance, removing his fingers to rub my clit in slow circles as I squirmed against the wall. “Tell me who you want. Tell me who is the only one who will ever make you feel like this.”
His fingers were working me masterfully, twisting, rubbing, plunging and repeating. Harder. Faster. And all I could do was hold on to his shoulder as if my life depended on it. His nostrils flared when I didn’t answer him, those relentless eyes boring into my soul. He knew, but he wanted to hear me say it. Scream it. Damn him. I couldn’t hold on much longer as the indescribable pleasure built and that pressure squeezed through my chest, my veins, my core. His grip on my hand that was entwined with his against the wall grew stronger, warning me and I felt his growing frustration.
“You,” I cried out as I teased at the edge of my orgasm, knowing he was cruel enough to stop if I didn’t admit it. “I only want you.”
He slammed his mouth on mine, stealing the air from my lungs and muffling my cries as I toppled into the throngs of pleasure, my whole body shaking against his muscular frame. He didn’t stop fucking me with his fingers. His tongue was aggressive and urgent as he claimed every whimper and sound from my mouth. It was only when I came down slowly and opened my eyes, that I realised I was completely hidden behind his huge stature, shielding me and ensuring no one could see what he was doing to me. How he was destroying me in the best way.
