“Do you still think you’ll be okay on your own in your apartment?” he taunts, biting down on my earlobe, eliciting another moan that rings of victory for him. “I’ll see you later, mia bella rosa.” His eyes roam over my face before leaving me to just stand here, wishing the day was over so he could make good on his promises right now.
Chapter 14
Alec
I’ve never been so addicted to anything in my entire life.
I crave Tessa like an alcoholic.
Just a taste, and I keep going until I’m drunk on her, always needing more. I won’t be satisfied until I fuck her into an oblivion that has me passing out, only to wake up and need it all over again.
I would do anything to keep chasing that feeling she gives me.
I would do anything to keep her.
A man who lives a life that I do doesn’t get to have something so pure in their lives like Tessa. And that purity is like another drug I want to take, use, and destroy. I want her purity to run through my veins until it becomes just as tainted as I am.
I know how sick and twisted that makes me, but I don’t give a damn. She’s mine.
She’s spent every night with me in my penthouse this week, in my bed. It was hard to focus on the work I had to do with her on my mind, waiting for the moment I could call it a day and slip right inside of her and lose myself for a couple of hours. Which is what I can’t wait to do right now.
Watching Tessa dance is the biggest fucking turn on, and now that I know what her body can do to me, and for me, it’s even more of a turn on than when I only let myself watch her.
She moves like water, her body flowing like a waterfall and then floating through the air like the fine mist that sprays up at the bottom.
Her innocence falls in a rush, and what emerges is my little black rose blooming just for me. Her eyes find mine in the shadows and she gives me a seductive smile. My diamonds around her neck, wrist, and in her ears, wink at me under the stage lights.
She’s mesmerizing.
She’s the most beautiful fucking woman in the world.
I swirl the whiskey in my glass and shift in my chair to try and accommodate my cock that’s making my pants feel so tight I might bust through the zipper.
I’ve yet to explore all the flexibilities of her body, and right now, as she spins and lifts her leg to her ear, I have to hold back a groan.
The images flashing through my head are of her doing that move naked against my wall of windows as my fingers work inside of her, then my cock. She’ll hook her leg over my shoulder as I lift her up and press her against the glass, driving into her until she’s screaming out and squeezing me with that tight little pussy of hers.
Fuck.
Downing the rest of my whiskey, I watch Tessa seduce the audience. And while I’d kill anyone who tried to touch her, knowing I’m the one who gets to fuck her until she can’t remember her name and not any of the pencil dick fuckers in here, makes me want her even more, and I have to hold back from storming the stage and giving the audience a different kind of show.
Red is the perfect color for her – the angel concealing a little devil who doesn’t know how much of a temptation and danger she poses to my sanity.
The crystals that cover her fringed skirt dance under the lights as she spins, but my eyes are fixed on the spot between her thighs that I wish my mouth was tasting right now.
With a jump and fall to the stage that has her rolling towards me, she slides her knees apart right in front of me. Her head is tossed back, and when she drags her back up from the arched position she’s in, her eyes lock directly with mine.
She didn’t have this move in her routine before, and this close, I can see her eyes are swimming with desire.
My little rose is just as turned on as I am dancing for me. I know it’s for me.
That’s what sets her apart from every other dancer in this show. She lives what she’s dancing. It’s real, raw, and passionate. She gives herself over to the music, the beat, and the emotions she’s too afraid to tap into any other place than the safety of the stage. She can lose control while remaining untouchable.
Not for long, though.
I need this Tessa to come out and play with me.
I could see the innocence she was masking in her eyes, but I never would have guessed just how innocent she was until I entered her and felt it.
New. Unclaimed. So fucking tight.
My cock is the only one to ever know what it feels like when she comes – the way her inner muscles flutter and spasm, squeezing so hard it has a man seeing black spots in front of his eyes before succumbing to her.
I’ve never been so desperate for a woman in my entire life. She makes me want to forget everything and just spend every minute of every day exploring her. What makes her come harder than anything else, where on her body my kiss makes her give me that breathy sigh that has my blood rushing a little faster, and how many times she can come apart for me before her eyes roll back and she gives in to the bliss only I can give her.
When the song ends and Tessa is down in a split with her back bent so she’s looking back at me, she gives me a come-and-get-it smirk that has me on the verge of cutting the show short and taking what I want right fucking now.
But I reign in the urge, signaling the waitress assigned to my table for another drink.
The second the last curtain falls on the show, I stand and make my way to the back, not allowing Tessa any time to change or remove her makeup.
I need that Tessa, and I fully intend on having her finish her little show for me up in my place.
I wait for her against the wall, just out of sight from the fellow dancers leaving. The note I wrote for her after her solo that’s accompanying my flowers tonight had very specific instructions I know she won’t disobey. I know what she needs. And she needs this. Tessa won’t deny herself what she’s wanted since I first started coming to see her dance.
A second later, the back stage door opens and Tessa emerges, still in her costume and makeup, minus the feathered headpiece. She looks around, and when she spots me in the shadow of the light above, she walks towards me slowly, her hips swaying with every step. The chandelier necklace that hangs down her entire torso dances on her skin as she moves.
Her eyes burn into mine, and I know she’s still in the mindset of her show. Good. That’s exactly what I wanted.
When she’s close enough, I reach out and grip a handful of red crystal strands in my fist, pulling her towards me. In a little stumble, she lands against me and I grip the side of her neck possessively as my lips fuse to hers in a kiss that promises all the fantasies I have will become reality.
Her glittered lips feel rough against mine, and I fucking love it. I want to feel them wrapped around my cock – a little roughness to go with her hot, smooth tongue. It’ll be enough to bring me to my knees right along with her.
“Let’s go,” I say roughly, taking her bag from her and dragging her towards my private elevator. The clicking of her heels on the cement floor sends little shocks through me, and when we reach the elevator, I don’t even wait for the doors to close before I’m dropping her bag to the floor and pinning her against the wall, letting her feel how hard I am.
Tessa groans into my mouth as I kiss her, her hands gripping the lapels of my jacket like a lifeline, pulling me flush against her.
My hands run up her thighs, feeling the straps of her heels that wrap halfway up. Those shoes are so fucking sexy, and I fully intend on fucking her with them on.
Her red crystal encrusted panties don’t allow me easy access to the part of her I crave the most, so I cup her sex entirely, swallowing her moan like the crazed man I am. Everything she gives me is sustenance to live off of. To thrive off of.
As we ascend the entirety of my hotel, I kiss my way down her neck, my tongue running along the choker necklace that graces her delicate throat.
“Alec,” she breathes, her voice a mix of wonder and need that has my cock
throbbing for her touch.
I take her mouth again, my finger finding a way to slip under the tight hem of her panties to find her soaking wet and ready for me.
“Did dancing for me make you need me, mia bella rosa?”
“Yes.” Tessa pushes against my chest, her hips moving against my hand, trying to get me to give her more.
“Do you think as much as it made me need you? Crave you?”
“Yes,” she pants, her eyes dark and desperate.
“I wanted to fuck you right there on stage.” A little moan escapes her and I reward her with a stroke of my finger along her pussy. “Would you have let me?”
“Maybe,” she admits unabashedly, and I reward her again by pressing down on her clit. Her head falls back against the metal of the wall, but when her body starts to tremble, I pull my hand away and bring it to my lips, licking her sweetness off like the treat it is.
“I want you to let go with me, Tessa,” I tell her, skimming my hands up her bare middle, tugging on a few of the crystal strands. “I want the rose I see blooming on stage to be the you you are with me.”
“Alec,” she sighs, reluctance flashing in her eyes.
“Fiorisci per me, mia bella rosa. Show me how you feel on stage with me. Show me her. Give me her.”
The elevator dings and opens to the hall right before my door, but I wait for her to agree. I’m not going to make another move until I know she understands me and agrees to be my little red temptress.
Tessa pushes me away and I take a step back, seeing the change in her eyes. She’s looking at me like she did on stage – defiant, dominant, depraved.
Walking past me, she gives me a little extra sway to her sexy hips. The crystals that hit the tops of her ass cheeks make me wish I could pin her down and pull them back as I drive into her from behind. Her restricted airway would give her a heightened orgasm that I know she’d fight at first, but then give in to, and love every fucking second of it.
Picking up her bag, I follow her to my door and open it. Once again, she takes the lead and walks in first, letting me admire the curve of her spine, her tight, round ass in her little panties, and her long legs that I need wrapped around my hips more than I need to fucking breathe.
Tessa walks straight to the bar by the windows and pours herself some whiskey, tossing it back in one shot before turning back to me with a little smile on her lips that tells me I’m going to get everything I want.
I always do.
“Leave on the shoes and necklace. Take everything else off.” I move the leather chair to face the windows and take a seat. I want the view of my city behind her as she strips for me.
Her entire costume is made of red crystals. She’s dripping in blood red jewels that remind me of all the blood I’ve shed in my life, and all the blood I’m going to shed for her. I know it’s inevitable, and I’d do it without a second thought. I’d even take a little pleasure in it knowing that it was to keep this woman safe.
“Not yet,” she says, twirling a few crystal strands around her finger. “You said you wanted the Tessa I am on stage. Well, she doesn’t take orders so well.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Is that so?”
“It is. And she wants to give you a special dance. For your eyes only.”
My jaw clenches and my dick jumps in my pants as she takes slow and deliberate steps towards me. Placing her hands on the arm rests of my chair, she bends down so her face is right in front of mine.
“If you want to see, Alec, then I need a song. I know the perfect one for you.”
I hold back from touching her and telling her who’s really in charge here because I want her to dance for me so fucking badly. I’d endure endless torture to have this piece of her she’s so willing to give me.
Taking my phone out of my inside jacket pocket, I tap on the app that controls the surround sound in the living room and let her take it from me to search for her song.
Handing it back to me, I look down at the title and smirk. “King” by Niykee Heaton.
“Press play when you’re ready,” she purrs in my ear. “But no touching, Mr. Carfano.” Pulling back to look me in the eyes, she flashes me a sexy little grin that lets me know she’s most definitely going to torture me before letting me touch her.
We’ll see who’s going to be begging for it by the time she’s finished.
Pressing play, the song begins, and the bass pounds into my veins, my cock throbbing in time to the deep beat.
Tessa pushes off the chair and takes a step back, but remains close enough for me to reach out and touch her if I wanted to.
Her hips sway as she runs her hands up her torso and over her tits. Always keeping her eyes on me, Tessa swirls her hips and then drops low before coming back up to grip the arm rests of my chair. The crystals hanging from her neck brush over the front of my pants, and I hold back a groan at the light touch.
Rolling her body towards me, she arches her back and pushes her tits out. Almost, but not quite touching me. Only the strands of red crystals do that I want to fist so I can pull her down on top of me.
Pushing herself away again, Tessa reaches behind her and unclasps the hooks of her red crystal bra. She slides the straps down slowly, a sadistic little smile on her red glittered lips.
Letting the bra fall from her, her perfect tits bounce free, and I have to fist my hands at my sides to keep from touching her. Hers are bigger than you’d see on a traditional ballet dancer, but she’s not huge. Just the perfect amount for me to grip and tease and see bounce as I fuck her hard.
Tessa takes them in her hands and squeezes them, giving me a little breathy groan that has my cock ready to burst as she slides her hands down her stomach to the waistband of the matching red jewel covered panties.
Her hard, puckered nipples peek through the crystal strands covering her and my mouth waters, needing a taste.
My eyes stay glued to her hands as she slides her fingers under the fabric of her panties. But instead of sliding them down to show me her pretty little pussy, she just slides her hands back up to cup her tits again, this time pinching her nipples.
Biting her lip, she moans, and my eyes flash up to hers, seeing the desperate need in them that I’m holding back from having.
Tessa repeats the same sexy body roll towards me as she did before, except this time her hardened nipples come right up in front of my mouth, and my jaw clenches. I’ve never had so much fucking restraint in my life as I do right now.
Spinning around so her sexy ass is right in my line of sight, she swirls her hips and drops down again, this time rocking her hips from side to side before slowly slithering herself back up to standing. Turning to look at me over her shoulder, she gives me a little smirk as she slowly, so slowly, starts to slide her panties down.
The red crystals frame her ass so beautifully, and just as her panties fall to the floor, she does the same to the red thong she had underneath, then steps out of them both. Looking back over her shoulder at me, she starts to bend over, sliding her hands down the backs of her thighs as she goes.
The pounding of the song’s bass drum lives inside of me as all of my blood rushes to my already throbbing cock.
My eyes stay glued to the apex of her thighs as she bends, her pussy on full display as she holds her ankles. With her legs slightly spread, her pink folds are open and glistening.
So ready for me. Always ready for me.
Smoothing her hands up the insides of her thighs, she slides a single finger through her wet center before spinning to face me and holding her finger up to her red lips, sucking it clean.
Fuck. Me.
My jaw ticks as I grind my teeth together, my eyes shooting fire into hers as my control finally snaps, and I grip her hips and pull her forward. She falls into my lap as my mouth latches onto her nipple peeking out from the crystals, swirling my tongue around the hard peak.
Tessa’s groan is deep and throaty, and I let my teeth rake over the peak as she braces herself on my shou
lders, thrusting her chest at me.
Running my hand up her inner thigh, I slide a single finger through her wet folds and drag it up her stomach to circle her nipples with her own juices.
Tessa’s hazel eyes stay locked on mine as I repeat the same course and then swirl my tongue around each nipple to lap at her taste of arousal, sucking them deep into my mouth until each is red and swollen.
I know that every time the crystal strands hit them now, she’ll get a jolt straight to her clit.
“Go to the windows,” I instruct, my voice rough from holding back. It’s my turn now.
Climbing off of me, she pivots, and the crystals fan out around her as she walks straight to the windows. They’re all tinted so you can’t see in, but she doesn’t know that, and her confidence and uncaring that someone could see her has me hardening even more.
“Put your hands on the glass and spread your legs. Let me see that pussy drip for me.”
She looks at me over her shoulder in a defiant way, but does as I say, even bending over to give me better view.
It only takes me three long strides to reach her, my hands skimming up the backs of her thighs to palm her ass in both of my hands. Squeezing, Tessa groans and pushes back into me.
Bending forward, I lick the length of her spine, and her back arches with me like a cat before I bite down on the spot where her shoulder meets her neck, eliciting another groan.
Undoing my belt and pants, I shove them past my hips and free my cock from the prison it was in. Sliding it between her wet folds, Tessa moans and tries to grind against me, but I grip her hips in a clutch I hope leaves marks.
“I hope you enjoyed that little show of dominance, mia bella rosa. Because it’ll be the last time I’ll ever show that kind of restraint for you,” I tell her as I align myself at her entrance and thrust up inside of her in one swift motion that has the both of us groaning.
With her heels on, she’s at a height that gives me more leverage, and I take her without mercy.
When her arms lose their fight, she presses herself fully against the windows. Every sound coming from her makes me move faster, harder. I feel her getting close, and I give her no mercy in my savagery. Like I wanted to, I fist a chunk of crystal strands in my hand and pull her neck back, her initial gasp of surprise turning to a deep moan as her pussy starts to flutter.
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