by Stone, Piper
“I must admit, I prefer you as a sultry brunette. The color suits your personality.” His whisper was slight, forcing me to strain to hear the words of seduction.
As he tugged on my hair, rubbing his lips across my cheek, darting his tongue across the bottom of my earlobe, I undulated my hips on purpose, grinding them against him. He was already rock hard, his cock throbbing. My mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around his shaft, licking and sucking.
“I have as many personalities as you obviously do, Zorro.”
“A woman of many talents, even if you are incredibly disobedient as well as mischievous. However, that is to be taken care of.”
I laughed softly, his arrogance once again grating. “And you think you’re the man to do that.”
“Absolutely.”
His answer was just as scintillating as the dance, my pulse rising but not from the activity, from the nature of our... relationship. Perhaps I should call this more of a wicked tryst.
“You remembered me. I’m honored,” he finally said in his usual husky tone, only this time laced with the accent I adored.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Zorro. I was easily able to see past your confident self-indulgence.”
“You are one formidable woman, Giliana Worthington, and an excellent opponent.”
“Are we still talking about the game of poker we’re playing or something else?”
He eased back, narrowing his eyes. “Never forget that there are various aspects of life that aren’t within our control. It’s what we choose to do with those we can that matter.”
“So cryptic. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this has nothing to do with me.”
“Then you would be wrong.”
I was entirely too intrigued, a mixture of fear as well as desire roaring into every muscle and cell. What the hell did he want? Get away from me. I couldn’t say the words. For some insane reason, I was giddy like some damn schoolgirl. I was so floored by the fact he’d found me and humiliated that a flush had risen from my neck to my cheeks. A twinge of the former nagging remained lurking in the back of my mind.
He’s stalking you.
Was that actually the case or was my imagination getting the better of me?
“What are you actually doing here?” I asked.
“Hunting for you.”
Hunting. The word was decidedly daring.
“What do you want?” I asked, studying his face. There was no level of dangerous intentions in his expression, more a continuation of the game that I’d started. I was tingling all over, my nipples fully aroused, my panties already damp with a crazy anticipation. He was even more incredible than the night before, rough and tumble in a way that incited my fantasies. I found myself nervous around him, uncertain what to expect.
“First of all, I wanted to spend time with you. I will admit that your game excited me last night. I had to have more.”
“More,” I repeated, swallowing hard. “All right. What else do you want?”
“Why didn’t you tell me Wyland was your father?”
I laughed nervously. “Wouldn’t that have ruined the game last night?”
“Hmmm... I suppose you’re right.”
“Does it matter?”
“Everything matters in business as well as pleasure, Giliana. I am a man hungry to live life to its fullest. I believe you are the same.” He turned in several circles, moving closer to the door, stopping long enough to slide the bolt into place.
“Yes, what my father would call my ridiculous, childish behavior.”
“Your father is a fool.” He brushed the backs of his fingers down one side of my face, his eyes never leaving mine. “However, I meant every word I said last night. You are one very bad girl.”
“I can be.”
“I have to ask. Why were you picking pockets? You have an amazing career. You’re certainly not homeless, your father a very wealthy man.”
“The thrill is the answer and I don’t want my father’s money. It’s as close to blood money as there is.” I sighed, angry with myself for saying anything of that nature to a complete stranger, no matter how good-looking he was.
“Understandable. I won’t push. I’m a bit of a thrill seeker myself.”
“Hmmm. Another thing we have in common.”
“Yyyeeesss...” He elongated the single word as he used the tip of his index finger, brushing it down my cheek. “You are truly gorgeous.”
“And you are very dominating.”
“Which I think you enjoyed.”
“I... Nice try, Zorro.”
He cupped my chin, dragging me onto my toes, his mouth descending on mine once again. The kiss was just as passionate as the night before, the electricity soaring through our bodies intense. I clung to him, savoring the heat of his body as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth. He was dominating in every manner, the moment of intimacy becoming more animalistic as he rubbed his hand down my spine, cupping my bottom.
Even the way his fingers dug into me was incredible, sizzling every nerve until I was left breathless. He was so rugged, the kiss like no other, our tongues entwining together as he drank in everything he thirsted for.
He ground his hips against me, further igniting the embers until the flame was burning hot. I shifted my hand, rolling my fingers down from his broad shoulders to the rippled muscles in his back. Everything about him was all male, exciting every one of my senses.
When he finally broke the kiss, he fisted my hair, yanking my head until he exposed my neck. “In fact, I know you prefer a controlling man, one who refuses to allow you to get away with anything. Isn’t that right, Giliana?”
“I’m... not sure.”
The hard smack on my bottom was a similar reminder to the night before, a moan slipping past my lips.
“I told you that you would never lie to me,” he growled before nipping my earlobe.
“I’m not lying. I just don’t know.”
“Mmm... Then we are going to find out, you and I.” He dragged his tongue down the side of my neck, swirling it in lazy circles before biting down.
The pain was glorious and the way his cock pushed against my belly fueled the fire. I wanted to surrender, to feel alive again, if only for a short period of time. The man was huge, my pussy walls fluttering in anticipation of his cock filling me, stretching me wide open. Every thought I had was indecent, sinful in every language. But at that moment I didn’t care.
“Pain and pleasure. Agony and ecstasy. But as I said before, only when you obey.”
His whispered words were thrilling, the tone of his voice entirely different, sending a rapid wave of chills soaring through my body. “I don’t follow directions easily.”
“Trust me. You will. Now, it’s time for me to take what’s rightfully mine.”
There was no hesitation, the brutal man half dragging me toward a table only fifteen feet from the massive all-glass window fronting a busy street. “What are you doing?” My voice was almost inaudible, a rush of embarrassment clawing at my throat.
“Feasting on your pretty pink pussy, which is exactly what I wanted to do last night.” He pushed me hard against the edge of one of the tables, using his arm to sweep the remaining items onto the floor. I was shocked at his vehemence, the sound of breaking glass forcing a shiver. As he stood over me, his eyes swept over my face possessively.
“You’re terrible.” I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to catch my breath. What was left of my rational mind screamed to push him away, but my body was in full control.
And it had no problem ignoring every aspect of common sense.
“As you said yourself, I take what I want.” His chest rising and falling, he crawled the edges of my skirt up the sides of my legs until it was past my hips. Then he took a deep whiff, tilting back his head as he dragged his tongue across his lips. Every move he made was exaggerated, bestial in nature.
I’d never felt so exposed, the thin and very wet material of my thong
hiding nothing, including my extreme desire.
He issued another low-slung growl, the vibrations rolling across the heat of my face. He tilted his head, drinking me in before wrapping a finger around the thin elastic of my panties.
The sharp snap of his wrist forced a moan from my throat. The way he pressed the material against his mouth and nose created a string of whimpers. The moment he sucked on the wetness, pulling the lace between his lips created a pool of wetness between my legs. I was astonished, quaking all over. He was primal in every way, more rugged than I’d realized.
And he wanted me.
“Are you very sweet for me, fairy princess?” he asked before sliding my panties into his pocket.
Everything was off kilter, including the fact I couldn’t hold back from him. He was larger than life, more exciting than any man I’d ever been with. “Yes, sir.” I hated myself for following his rules, the ones imposed the night before, as if he’d planned on hunting me down.
Fucking me.
Using me.
Breaking me.
“Can you imagine what people would say if they walked by, seeing your sweet little pussy on display?” He darted a look toward the window, laughing in a deep voice. As he leaned me over, he lifted my hips, pushing me down on top of the table.
I was mortified, more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. What if one of the employees walked in? Oh, God. Oh... “No. This is wrong.”
“Is it? I think you know exactly what you want, the dirty deeds you’ve hungered for in the middle of the night.”
I was winded, panting like a wild dog as he rolled his fingers over my naked skin.
He lifted my legs into the air, keeping them together. “Can you imagine the humiliation you’d feel if pictures were taken?” He issued two hard smacks against my bottom, the hint of pain jarring.
“Oh!” This was sick, twisted in a way I couldn’t wrap my mind around, but I wanted every second of what he was describing.
“You will answer me truthfully and with respect or I’ll continue the spanking.”
Shivering, I swallowed several times, thrown by the fact my pussy was spasming, the excitement building to an insane level. “You wouldn’t dare.”
His hand smashed against first one of my ass cheeks then the other, this time the smacks forceful. I felt like a disobedient child and found myself staring out the window, imagining a group of people peering inside. Every time I moved, my nipples scraped against my blouse, another reminder of the basic control he had over my body.
“As you can see, my princess, I will do what is necessary to keep you in line.” He gave several more, one coming immediately after the other. When he rolled the tip of his thumb up and down my exposed pussy lips, I gripped the edge of the table, taking several scattered breaths.
“Oh, God.” I realized I was laughing as I moaned, the dichotomy of the sensations sending red-hot heat into every cell in my body. I clenched my eyes shut, shoving away the thoughts, actually accepting the punishment as if I deserved it.
He snapped his hand against my upper thighs hard and fast before spanking the entirety of my bottom. I was shocked at the increasing pain as well as the eruption of fire in my belly. Somehow, the music didn’t fit the moment, a thought that pushed a smile to my lips. Every part of me was tingling. I was so wet, so damn hot and all I could think about was the way he’d finger fucked me the night before.
As quickly as the harsh spanking had begun it stopped, my legs pushed wide open, bent at the knee. I kept my eyes closed and the sound of a chair being dragged closer was a crazy aphrodisiac, pushing me over the precipice of sanity. He wasn’t going to let me go until he’d finished what he’d started the night before.
Did I mind in the least? I pressed the back of my hand over my mouth to stifle the moans I knew were ready to rush up from my throat. I’d never done anything so reckless. I knew nothing about him, at least not really.
Except that he was an incredible kisser.
Except that he’d brought me to one hell of an orgasm.
Except that he was gorgeous all over, his body chiseled to perfection.
I bit my lower lip the second he brushed the rough pads of his fingers up and down the tender skin of my inner thighs. When I felt his hot breath cascading over my naked pussy, I jerked up, gasping for air. “Oh...”
Chuckling darkly, he rubbed his hands up to my tummy, caressing softly as he lowered his head. “Stay in position, little princess, or I’ll pull out my belt.”
The tone of his voice was deep with authority, a slight tremor from extreme adrenaline in every word he said. I could see the tenseness of his muscles, the veins in his neck pronounced as if the man was riddled with anxiety. He was a man with several layers and I had the distinct feeling that I wasn’t going to like the darkness hiding underneath.
The moment he pressed his mouth over my clit, sucking in my tender tissue, I could think about nothing else but the acute pleasure. I was instantly weak all over, my breath skipping as his mouth masterfully sucked and licked.
Feasting.
Devouring me.
I was thrown by his actions, almost instantly able to bring me close to an orgasm then backing away with such expertise that I was pitched into Never-Neverland. Stars floated in front of my eyes as I tossed my head back and forth, struggling to keep my legs wide open.
He made several barbaric sounds, the sucking noises exaggerated as his tongue lapped my cream. The same words continued to float in my mind like a broken record.
Bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl.
Yes, I was indeed a card-carrying member of the bad girl society.
“You taste divine,” he muttered as he thrust several fingers past my swollen folds. There was nothing gentle about this man. I was his for the taking and nothing more. He buried his face into me, opening and closing his mouth as he gathered every drop of my juice.
He added a third then fourth finger, driving them into me brutally. I was on fire, so turned on that I could no longer breathe. I wanted to come, the release the only thing I was able to concentrate on, but the moment my whispers grew dusky, he slowed his action.
“Oh, please... Let me come,” I finally begged, hating myself for doing so.
“Not yet. I haven’t quenched my thirst.” He pumped harder and faster as he swirled his tongue around my clit lazily.
I was thrown into pure bliss, my breath coming in short pants.
He slipped his hand under my blouse, cupping and squeezing my breast savagely, pushing me even closer to the edge.
Oh, God. Oh, God...
My grip on the table was white-edged, my breath all but tossed away, my throat tightening.
He rubbed his mouth on my thigh before whispering, “When I issue the command, you will come.”
“Yes. Yes!” My scream floated toward the ceiling.
The moment he blew across my swollen pussy lips once again, I had to fight to keep the orgasm from slamming into me. I squirmed, clenching my muscles. There was no way I could hold back for long. “Oh. Oh. Oh!” I jerked up, glaring at him, able to see his glorious eyes.
He slipped just a single finger inside and within seconds, he managed to hit my G-spot. Growling, he pumped in a slow and easy manner for far too fucking long.
My entire body shook as my muscles tensed, trying to hold on.
Trying to be a good girl.
When I knew I couldn’t stand it any longer, he issued the glorious words.
“Come for me.”
The climax swept in like a tidal wave, crushing down over me. I opened my mouth, my scream strangled, my mind captured by the mesmerizing lights flashing in front of my eyes. He refused to stop, slowing down his actions. I was shocked the simple movement was able to shove me into another blissful wave, my heart hammering in my chest.
I had no idea how long I remained enraptured, every nerve ending seared from the raw, combustible heat. I was so alive, electrified like a live wire dancing in the middle of a thunders
torm.
When my body stopped shaking, I closed my eyes, rolling partially over on my side. Nothing had ever felt so damn good yet exhausting. I faintly heard the rustle of clothes, the clink of metal. I wasn’t prepared for his brutal actions as he whipped me over on the table, dragging me until my stomach rested against the edge.
He pressed down on the small of my back as he kicked my legs apart, leaning over until the full weight of his body was pressed against mine. “Now, I fuck you.”
There was no pretense, no romantic interlude with sweet words and caressing touches. This was just another chapter in the game; rook takes pawn. He wanted to prove his superiority in every way. While the rush of him taking me like a crazed animal was exciting as hell, the reality of what I was doing was never far from my mind.
I was allowing him to win.
Another flush splattered against my cheeks as he rolled the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed, biting back a whimper. I’d never been fucked in the ass and even the Russian wasn’t going to be given explicit permission.
He rubbed two fingers down my spine, that same sexy and demanding chuckle that was his signature dousing the embers with gasoline. “Relax, printcessa,” he muttered, his accent decidedly heavier. “I’m not ready to take you in your tight little ass. Yet. That will come.”
He was so certain of himself and of our odd coupling, as if I’d allow him to do this again.
You know you will. You know you can’t resist him.
The nagging voice filtered into my mind, playing like a romper room song. I slapped my hands on the table, taking several deep breaths as he pushed his cockhead just inside my wetness. I realized I’d clamped down on my ass muscles in some ridiculous attempt to keep him from stripping the last of my virginity.
He wrapped his hand around my hair, tugging until he lifted my head. Lowering down, he pressed his lips against my cheek before issuing the kind of intense whisper that would remain with me for days. “After I claim every hole, you’re going to beg for more.” Seconds later, he gripped both hips, digging his nails into my skin then thrusting his cock all the way inside.
