I cursed him, bucking against him, but I no longer wanted to get free.
Sensing the change in my moments, he moved his hand into the slit of the dress at my thigh and shoved his hand beneath my panties. I cried out as he thrust one large finger into my dripping pussy. “God, sweetheart. You’re soaking wet for me. Your body is telling me how much you want me. Tell me to stop right now if you don’t want this. Tell me, and I’ll stop touching you.”
Stop? He couldn’t stop now. Not when he was destroying me with his touch and bringing me such pleasure.
“Oh, god… Vinnie!”
“You’re so wet,” he panted against my neck. “Do you like that? Tell me, Maria. Do you want me to stop or do you want more? Ask me and I’ll give it to you. Anything you ask is yours.”
“Yes, I want more, damn you.”
“Like this?” Vincenzo asked as his finger retreated, only to be joined with another so that two pushed into my aching womanhood. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you, Maria.”
“More,” I groaned, loving the feeling of his fingers moving inside of me. I knew it was stupid, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the feeling of him stroking me, filling me with such pleasure it left me breathless. “Fuck me with your fingers and make me come.”
“Just relax and let me make you come then, princess. Let me feel you come on my fingers.”
“Vinnie…”
The slow, steady rhythm of his fingers was driving me absolutely crazy. I need him to go faster, to give me more. I rode his fingers, straining against the palm of his hand that brushed the tight little bundle of nerves of my clit. He scissored his fingers inside my pussy, working the tight muscles apart to allow him to penetrate me deeper, moving faster now that he could feel myself clenching around his digits. I muffled my cry against my arm as I came, my body shaking as waves of pleasure swept through me.
He pulled his fingers from me, making me moan in protest. I gasped as he took my panties in a firm grip and yanked them off of me with one hard tug.
“Stay still,” Vincenzo whispered in my ear. I felt him pulling the zipper of my dress down, baring my back to him and felt his lips moving down my spine as I lay there before him. The dress pooled at my feet, and my ass and pussy were now completely exposed to him.
I quivered as I felt him kneel down behind me. My heart pounded in anticipation. I was dripping wet and ached to be touched, needing to feel his body against mine again. I gasped as I felt his tongue circling my clit. He pulled my ass apart, giving him better access and my entire body jerked as his tongue swiped across my clit. He ate my pussy like a man starved, drinking down the juices spilling from it. “Oh, god!” I moaned. I clawed at the top of the table, loving the feeling of what Vincenzo was doing to me. Feeling uneasy with the emotions running through me, I knew I couldn’t let him control me like this without it coming back to haunt me after it was done.
I pulled out of his grasp, turning around so I was sitting on the edge of the table again and look down at him as I spread my legs. He slowly rose to his feet, licking his lips in a sexy gesture that had me fighting back a groan of need. His tongue had felt so good on me, but I wanted something else right now.
Keeping my eyes on his, I reached down and quickly unzipped his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. His massive erection sprang free into my hands, and I stroked the long, thick shaft roughly. The sight of him made my mouth water for a taste of him, but he wouldn’t get that from me. It was too intimate, and this wasn’t about giving.
I was taking what I wanted.
“I want this inside me. Do you want that, Vinnie?”
“God, yes,” he growled. He jerked his suit jacket off then pulled his wallet free from the back pocket of his pants and took out a condom. My heart stuttered at the sight of him sheathing himself quickly. There had never been anything between us in the past, but that was a long time ago.
I saw the same memories in his gaze when he looked back up at me. “I’m clean, but until I prove it to you I want to protect you.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I growled at him. It was as if my words set him free. He step forward and jerked me back into his arms, his mouth slamming down on mine. He gripped my legs, below my knees, holding them open as he came down over me, pushing me back onto the table.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. “Do it now.”
I did as he asked, and I felt his cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy. He pulled back from me enough so that our eyes locked as he began pushing inside of me. I moaned as I felt the incredible feeling of being filled with his hard flesh. His huge cock hurt me just a little, but I could take it. The small bite of pain just made my pleasure that much more intense, and I wanted to feel him pounding into me.
“Fuck… You are so damn tight, princess,” Vincenzo whispered. “You are like my own personal angel. My Christmas angel, I wished for you…”
Tears sparkled in my eyes and I shook my head. I didn’t want tenderness from him. Not now. Acknowledging my denial, he plunged his tongue back into my mouth as he slowly shoved more of his cock inside me.
He drew back, until only the head of his cock was inside me then drove back into my pussy with a hard thrust. Standing back up, he pulled my thighs wide with a hand underneath each of my knees, holding me opened for him. He began tunneling into me with fast, hard strokes, thrilling me with the brutal passion we shared together
“Just like I remember,” Vincenzo groaned. “So tight and perfect. You’re so damn beautiful. Your tight little pussy feels so good. Maria, I need you to come again and take me with you.”
I wrapped my legs around his back, locking my ankles together to try and force him deeper inside me. He filled me completely as he pounded furiously into my tight pussy with rhythmic thrusts.
There was no give in either of us. Both of us took what we wanted and damned the rest to worry about later. There was nothing else for me at the moment but Vincenzo, and how me made me feel. We stared at one another, connected in a way few people would ever be able to understand and I felt my body tighten with my impending release.
“I’m close. Come for me, princess. Come and take me with you.”
I couldn’t help but obey. My back arched off the table as I came. I sobbed his name as my body came apart and his large body came down over me so he could silence my cries with his mouth. His arms wrapped around me, sheltering me as waves of pleasure tore me apart from the inside out. I felt his hips jerk once, twice then felt him shudder against me as he exploded, filling the condom with pulse after pulse of his hot, thick come. For a moment I was bereft, missing the feeling of him filling me with his release instead of into the barrier between us.
We lay there for long minutes, catching our breath as he lay over me. His head rested on my breasts and my nipple puckered under the warm puffs of his breath. I closed my eyes as I fought the urge to lift my hand and run it through his hair as we took the time to come down from our high together.
When I pushed at him lightly, he sighed and stood up, pulling his semi-hard cock from my body. Silently, he took the condom off, tied off the end then placed it into the handkerchief he removed from the pocket of his suit jacket. He fixed his clothes while I took care of my own, trying to bring some semblance of order to myself that didn’t scream what I had just been doing.
My panties were torn and useless, but with my dress was back in place no one would know I was bare beneath it. I reached down to pick the scrap of lace up off the floor, but Vincenzo was quicker. He snagged it in his hand and I gaped at him as he lifted it up to his nose, inhaling deep.
“I believe I will be keeping these.”
“You can’t just…” I sputtered, not knowing what to say. Huffing out a breath I shook my head as I lifted a hand to comb out the tangles. “Fine, keep them. Consider it a parting gift.”
I turned to leave but he jerked me into his arms, his lips crushing down over mine until I was clinging to him again. Damn
him!
How could he do this to me every time?
“This isn’t over,” Vincenzo said softly, his voice filled with conviction. “We are not over, Maria.”
I sighed. “Vinnie, this can’t happen again.”
I attempted to push away from him, but he held me tight. Pressing his forehead to mine, he took a deep breath. “I know you still have feelings for me. There are reasons for everything I did. You have to believe me. Don’t give up on us.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I can’t explain, not yet. Just give me a little more time. You just have to trust me, princess.”
I stared at him, trying to understand. I didn’t know what to think. This man had hurt me, more than anyone had in my entire life, and yet something about the way he spoke to me made me believe him. Still, I couldn’t trust him like he asked. Not yet. But I would hear him out and see what he had to say to explain himself.
“I can’t trust you, Vinnie. Not after what you did. But I can try and listen.”
He breathed out a relieved breath then pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “I can’t say anything now, but I promise, I’ll explain to you. Tell no one of this, do you hear me? It’s important that we keep us a secret for now. I will be in touch.”
“All right,” I said as I pulled from his grasp. I walked away on shaking legs then turned back to look at him again.
“You hurt me, Vinnie. It’s something I can’t just forget, but I’ll listen to you when you’re ready.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
“No, it’s not. You’re asking for so much more than I’m willing to give you at this point. I said I’ll listen, but I’m not promising anything more.”
He nodded, and seemed to accept it. There was nothing more to say now. “Merry Christmas, princess,” he said to me as he walked away.
I didn’t respond to his whisper, but I could feel his gaze on me as I left the room. I was grateful when I was able to make it to the ladies room without seeing anyone. Once inside, I took a look at my reflection in the mirror and winced. My dark eyes looked overly bright and my lips were full, swollen from Vincenzo’s kisses. I couldn’t help but reach up to touch them, remembering the feeling of his lips on mine.
What had I done? What the hell was wrong with me?
Heaving out a sigh, I went to work putting myself back together so no one at the reception would know what a monumental mistake I had just made. When I was finished, I looked like I had before my interlude with Vincenzo, except for the satisfied haze in my eyes.
I opened the door of the ladies room and blinked in surprise when I saw my uncle, Giovanni, standing in the hallway as if he were waiting for me. A sliver of unease swept through me for a moment, but I pasted a smile on my face as I walked toward him.
“Hi, zio—”
He held up a hand, cutting me off. “There is much that I have allowed from you and your brother in honor of my sister’s memory, but you are very close to crossing a line, Maria.”
I blinked at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Do not lie to me,” he hissed.
My breath caught as I saw the hard gleam in my uncle’s eyes. It was like I was seeing him for the first time. There was a cold, ruthlessness there that I had never seen before, and it scared me.
“I see more than you think I do, and I am not pleased with your behavior. You will stay away from Vincenzo Fernelli. I am not asking. Your loyalty is to la famiglia. Don’t forget it.”
Before I could say anything, he walked away. I shivered from the fear that swept through me. I didn’t know what to think. Had my uncle just threatened me? I didn’t understand what the hell had just happened, but I knew that there was something bigger at work here than I was privy to at the moment. I needed answers, and the man that I needed then from had just been declared off limits.
I wanted to curse both Vincenzo and my family for putting us at odds. I had a feeling that whatever was going on had nothing to do with us, and everything to do with whatever illegal business our families were involved in. Angelo and I weren’t part of that life, but that didn’t seem to matter. Our lives were like one big chess match, with us being used as the pieces moving around a board at the whim of those in power.
I wasn’t a princess or an angel. I wasn’t even one of the players in this dangerous game I found myself in.
I was just a pawn.
And right now, I didn’t see a way out…
***TO BE CONTINUED***
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HUNTER, HUNTED
Chapter One
"Don't struggle too much. If you break free, all of this ends."
The feeling of power that swept over me was euphoric when Brandon stilled his movements on the bed. He wanted my touch. No, he needed it.
And controlling Brandon’s pleasure only heightened my own...
I stopped reading, looked up, then hunched back over my book and read through the paragraph again. God, I loved these books. I didn’t tell any of my friends how much I loved to read erotic romance, but more and more often I’d felt myself turning to them on nearly a nightly basis. And who could blame me? They were more interesting than reality T.V., that was for sure – and in truth, they were the only books I’d ever read where I actually felt attracted to the male heroes. These guys were really the type a girl like me was looking for: rough, dangerous, sullen and brooding. And of course, the sex was always just as rough as the guys were. What I liked the most about these books was the power dynamics at play between the characters. For me, that was just as important as the romance itself – in fact, it was critical.
I sighed. Where were these guys in my real life?
Thinking over my recent sexual exploits, I couldn’t help feeling a little down in the dumps. Yes, some of my friends have nicknamed me as a "man-eater", but the truth is a little more complicated than that. In my mind, I'm simply a woman who knows what I want, and I’m not going to apologize for it. Truthfully, I'm what I like to call a serial monogamist. Yes, I do date a variety of men, but I'm still a firm believer of fidelity. With my unusual violet-tinged eyes, jet-black hair and slim frame, I garner more than my share of attention whenever I go out. Finding men isn't the problem. It's finding a man that keeps my attention that is the issue.
And so, I'm still searching for the one. But in the meantime, I’m having fun with the men I encounter along the way.
The men I date tend to be strong, self-assured individuals who challenge me in some way. I love a man who engages every part of me: mind, body and spirit. But my biggest problem, quite frankly, has been finding a man who can keep up with me. Once they realize the type of woman I am – confident, empowered and self-assured – they realize I’m not going to put up with the typical bullshit. I have no problems taking control of a relationship, and leading it where I want it to go. It’s only natural, right? But unfortunately, for some reason, the moment they figure this out is generally the moment that m
arks the beginning of the end. The guy I’d been seeing, Craig, had recently reached this point with me – the “point of no return,” as I called it – and tonight was the night I’d decided to do something about it.
But, that was enough musing for now. Noticing the time, I put down my book and stood up, stretching. I was meeting Craig in an hour for dinner, and I had to think of a gentle way to transition him into a friend instead of a lover – if that was possible.
I sighed. Somewhere in New York, there had to be the man I was looking for.
…Right?
****
Bliss Lounge was one of the hottest new restaurants in Manhattan. Even though it was early in the evening, there was a need for reservations. After I entered the double doors I went straight to the hostess, only to be told it would be a fifteen-minute wait and that my party was waiting for me at the bar. I thanked her and made my way into the posh bar area.
The room was done up in various hues of blue, making me feel like I was walking into an underground cavern in some exotic water-world. There was a backdrop of cascading water behind the fully stocked bar and the a subtle blue lighting shimmered off of the contemporary styled chandeliers, making the ceiling sparkle like tiny stars in the night sky.
I noticed several men glancing my way, but I ignored them as I looked around the bar for my date. I'd chosen a summer appropriate outfit for this evening, wearing a lightweight pencil skirt of charcoal gray with dark purple pinstripes, and a matching amethyst colored halter that completely covered my breasts but left my back bare. I finished it off with a pair of houndstooth stiletto heels and matching clutch purse that I'd found at a great little boutique a block away from my apartment in Soho. Though money had been a bit tight recently, I couldn’t help myself but to splurge every now and then on some really great accessories. Life was simply too short.
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