The breath catches in my throat as he takes several furious strides toward me, and my back bumps into the table. Then his hand buries into the back of my head and suddenly his harsh whisper cuts across my ear, the sound remarkably like steel.
“I don’t ever remember telling you that you could grab my cock in public.”
A small hiccup of fear cuts off my gasp when his hot breath billows over my neck. “I was just returning the favor.”
I wince as his fingers tighten around the strands of my hair.
“I think you’re a little fucking confused about your role, here.”
“Yeah?”
“Smartass.”
His hand suddenly wraps around my neck, the other one still pulling my hair, and he spins me so that my back is against his chest. I see myself in the highly reflective glass, chest pulsing under the flimsy dress he picked out for me.
“You do what I say—when I say it. That was the agreement.”
My derisive laugh echoes in the empty room. “I’m pretty sure the agreement was that I pay you fifty thousand—”
“I told you. I don’t give a fuck about the money.” The hand lightly grasping my neck slides down, and then he takes my breast under the dress. Electrical shocks run straight to my pussy as he grabs my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and squeezes. “I want you, and I’ll take you as payment. How many fucking times do I have to say it?”
A sudden thrill clenches my core as the words pulse in my head.
I want you.
His fingers splay over my breast, making the breath catch in my throat before he slides his hand to the other one, groping it.
What the hell does that mean? He doesn’t want the money anymore?
“But this is just—what about—?”
“Shut up and listen to me.”
The gruffness in his voice steals the rest of my words, and for a moment I’m stunned. Who the hell does he think he is?
His thumb circles my nipple, teasing the sensitive flesh, and then his tongue touches my neck. It’s hot and cold, like flesh on fire. His mouth closes over the skin and he sucks hard.
“You’re my fiancée. That means you’re mine, and you’ll do as you’re told.”
I think he’s forgetting that this was all an arrangement. My lips pull into a smile and he notices, biting down on my neck hard. The sharp pain makes me yelp.
“Or what?”
Then he grins. “Well, you might just get what you fucking want, that’s all.”
I’m yanked back as Tony pulls me behind the table, reaching out with an arm to sweep the candles and silverware from it. They fly off, bouncing and clanging noisily over the floor, and then he places a broad hand on my back, pushing me over the table.
“Tony!”
Desperate hands seize the edge of my dress and tug it over my back, exposing my ass to the air. I flatten against the wood, the curtains only partially obscuring us from the outside.
Fucking hell, I can see the party from here. All they would have to do is glance over.
“Tony, this is crazy.”
“You grabbed my cock in the middle of dinner. What, did you think I was going to ignore that?”
He can’t be fucking serious.
But my mind heats at the idea of him taking me right here, where they can see me. It makes me wonder. This was all supposed to be temporary, but we’re already breaking down all the rules we set for ourselves, and now he doesn’t even want my money?
What the hell is this, exactly?
“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not your fucking slave.”
“No, but you’re not a fucking princess, either. You don’t get to do whatever you want anymore. Understand?”
Scorching hands scrape at my thong, pulling it all the way down my legs. The fabric shivers against my skin, and I moan when he gives me a stinging slap across my ass.
“I asked you a question.”
It’s not as if I’m a stranger to being dominated like this. Rafael loved to “put me in my place,” but usually that involved beating me into submission. A real man doesn’t need to ask. She submits to him because she wants to, because his very presence makes her clit hum. Tony’s different.
He’s a bad boy, but I know he’d never raise a hand to me.
Well, you know what I mean.
Another hard slap burns my sensitive flesh as the blow reverberates through my body. I can’t really think about the pain. Everything hones in on how exposed we are. Jesus Christ, I can see them in the distance.
The ringing sound of his palm against my flesh snaps me out of it. I focus on his hand, splayed over my ass. He rubs the burn gently and I feel the warmth of his legs against mine. No one ever spanked me like this. Rafael’s hands were always about inflicting pain, but Tony’s caress soothes the slight burn.
“I can do this all fucking day.”
SLAP!
My body jerks on the table as another blow rips over my right cheek. “Yes—yes, I understand.”
He chuckles, the deep sound filling my chest with an angry glow. His hands roll over my curves, never ceasing their movement. It’s an incredible feeling.
“I never thought I would want to fuck a woman as often as I fuck you. I’m convinced you’ve laced your pussy with cocaine to get me addicted.”
I smile against the wooden table, and then his fingers curve over my hips and slowly descend to my pussy, which still hums with the vibrator. My shrill gasp echoes in the room as his fingers deftly reach inside, pulling the vibrator out. He rests it against my clit and then there’s a click. Suddenly I’m moaning against the table, rolling my tits over the hard wood as it makes my clit scream for more. I arch my back as his laughs wash over my ears. My lip bleeds as I bite down. Electricity shoots into me, making the delicate flesh seize over and over.
He rolls the vibrator up and down, moving it in circles around my clit. It’s torture. It’s maddening. I need him inside me. Now, before I scream out loud and alert the whole place to our shenanigans.
I reach behind myself, touching his leg, feeling the hardness of his muscles before finding his long cock. My fingers slide down his length, feeling the throb beneath the fabric, the cleft of his head, and the slight wetness seeping through his slacks.
With a gritty sort of growl, he pulls his pants down and I feel the meaty warmth of his cock pressing against my ass.
“You want this, baby? You want my cock inside you?”
“Yes, goddamn it!”
“You’re going to have to say it louder.”
“But—!”
But they’ll hear us!
They’re right there, eating dinner. All it would take is one shout, and they’d turn their heads, seeing us partially obscured by the curtains.
“I don’t give a fuck about what they think. You should realize that by now.”
No, he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.
The hand playing with my pussy presses the vibrator against my clit. Severe shocks rip through my core, making it clench madly. I grab the edge of the table, and even the hard surface of the wood against my tits is enough to make me roll my eyes.
“Oh my God… I’m going to come.”
He takes the vibrator away, and the blaze reduces to a smaller fire. It’s still burning hot, but I’m no longer on the verge of exploding.
“Tony, please fuck me!”
My voice echoes loudly in the room, and he chuckles. I can almost imagine him shaking his head.
“As my wife, you’ll have to learn to satisfy your husband.”
“Whatever, just fuck me!”
The laughter booming from his throat pisses me off. I want to turn around and grab his lapels, and force him to fuck me.
“I need you to scream.”
His cock plays with my pussy, the hard length sliding along my lips. I stick out my ass, trying to grind on him, but his broad hand stops me.
Scream? Scream what?
He doesn’t make it hard. The vib
rator returns with a vengeance, and he slips it inside my wetness, pulsing it against my clit, pulling it out and rubbing the sensitive area, and then back inside. It’s agony.
“FUCK ME!”
The scream rips from my throat, and then my cheeks flood with shame as I see people at the table looking around for the noise.
Oh fuck.
But I forget all that the moment he flings the toy away, gripping my hips to position himself. The broad head of his cock pushes against my entrance and then he slides in, my walls tight around him. He sighs as though he stepped into a warm bath and then he digs in hard, knocking the air from my chest. It’s almost painful, but I’m so intent on clinging to him that I don’t give a shit.
I hear the grin in his voice. “I’m going to hammer your cunt so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight.”
And he does. My arms fly out, trying to seize purchase as he thrusts hard enough to throw my body forward. Solid hands wrench my hips backward, and every time his hips connect with mine in a loud smack, I groan out loud.
“Who owns you? Say it.”
A choked-off scream rips through my throat as his cock throbs inside me, pounding so hard I can feel the pain rocking through my body. Then he pulls out and turns me around so that I’m flat on my back, face-to-face with him.
For the first time, I see him as he really is. He’s not some guy I just paid to do a job for me. He’s Tony Vidal, a man who always gets what he wants, a wise guy who has decided he must have me.
My legs hitch over his shoulders as he thrusts inside me. He leans over, my legs screaming as he seizes a fistful of my hair and kisses me. His hot, urgent tongue swallows my protests, chokes off my moans, and I realize how much I’ve been craving this. All this time we’ve been fucking, it was good, clean fun, but it was empty.
This is completely different. It’s dirty and angry—reminding me of home in a twisted way. I need to feel like I belong to someone. He bites my tongue as I scream into his mouth, but he keeps rutting me hard as if he fucking hates me. I love it.
He’s fucking a new feeling inside me, something that makes me kiss him harder. I’m surrendering to him.
His cock pulses inside me, and I cling to his neck, moaning as he utters a groan and his legs slam hard into the table. Then I clench around him, feeling the explosion rip through me. Tenderness clenches my heart as he pulls me upright, wrapping his arms around me as his cock fills me with his essence.
My hand smoothes his lapels as his chest rises and falls, and I curl my fingers around his neck, gazing into his eyes, wrinkled with happiness. I feel lucky to have him. I’m growing more and more infatuated with him, or maybe it’s the glow of the orgasm making my heart pound harder when he gives me a gentle kiss.
“You’ve never fucked me like that before.”
“Did you like it?”
Then it’s my turn to lean in closer to whisper in his ear. “Do it again.”
* * *
It starts off like a small spark. Yellow bursts of light flinging out into space, only to disappear almost immediately. Over and over again, until it catches. Just one little flame, fairly easy to snuff out.
That’s what I’ve got. A little flame. It quietly warms my chest as I watch him get ready for his work. There’s no denying that I’ve got it pretty bad for him. I don’t know where it came from, but all of a sudden, I’m attached. Pinpricks of fear spread over my skin as I think about his work and the kind of trouble he might get himself into.
I like him, and I don’t know what to do about it.
His gaze meets mine through his bathroom mirror as he notices my stare. “What is it?”
My face flushes as though he can tell what I’m thinking by watching my eyes, and I shrug. He hesitates for a moment and continues shaving.
“I’m going to my place to pick up a few things.”
He bends his face into the sink and washes it before drying it off with a fresh towel. The light switches off and bathes him in darkness.
“And what if that shit stain is waiting for you there?”
Gentle hands cradle my face as he walks to the bed. Sometimes it hurts to see the indifference in his eyes. He rarely ever comes to life, except when he’s thrusting between my legs.
“Well, we’re engaged. He can’t touch me.”
“Yeah, except there’s the problem of the fucking baby. Anyway, that reminds me.”
He pulls something out of his pocket. A small black box. My heart thumps hard against my chest, even though I know it’s just for show. Even though it’s not really for me.
Tony takes my hand as he opens the box, revealing a beautiful white gold ring with a princess-cut diamond. He takes it out of its snug confinement and slowly slides it on my ring finger.
“Like it?”
Like it? “It’s—it’s beautiful. Where did you get it?”
He smiles at me. “Don’t worry about it.”
Probably stolen, then.
It dazzles in the light, all the diamond-cut shards in the band sparkling as I turn it to catch the beams.
“Is it weird that I’m much more excited about this than I should be?”
“It’s just a ring, Elena.”
The frost in his voice dampens my happiness, and I feel myself slam hard into the ground. Back to reality.
He doesn’t want to get married. Stop this right now.
Then he stoops down slightly and kisses the top of my head. “I’m glad you like it.”
Ready for work, he heads to the front door and I follow him. He gives me a nervous smile as he glances at the ring on my finger.
“See you later, I guess.”
The fabric of his jacket feels abrasive in my hands, but I pull him toward me anyway. I smell his aftershave on his slightly damp cheeks and I turn my head, crushing my lips against his. He smiles against mine, laughing at some joke in his head, and I slide the palm of my hand down his slacks, anchoring over his cock. He groans.
“Do all broads get wet over a diamond ring, or is that just a stereotype?”
I don’t know what it is.
“It’s you. You make me this way.”
A grin lightens his face as he gently takes my hand away from his cock. “Stop getting me turned-on before I have to leave.”
“It’s your fault for giving me this right before leaving.”
His eyes twinkle with mischief. “Hell, you’re right. I should at least get a thank-you blowjob.”
“When you come back,” I promise.
“Fuck.” He eyes my mouth with a carnal look that he somehow stuffs down.
I take his chin, my insides fluttering as I give him a soft kiss. His eyes stay closed when I pull away, and when they open I think I can see something flicker inside them.
“Bye, Tony.”
My words seem to snap him into action, and he mechanically leans forward, kissing my cheek. He lingers a little bit too long, but he still turns away to leave.
And a wild happiness lifts me up into the sky as though wings decided to sprout from my shoulders. I dress for the cold and make my way to my apartment, stuck in that contented fog. God, I’m becoming one of those people. Those blissfully unaware people walking down the street that I used to want to strangle, because the happiness that everyone seemed to have always escaped me.
It was always: hide, be quiet, keep your head down, and hope for calmer waters.
I unlock the door to my apartment, my spirit falling as I see the mess all over the floors. There wasn’t any time to come back after Rafael destroyed the place. For a moment my arms wrap around my body and a chill runs through me as though there’s an open window somewhere.
You shouldn’t have come here.
My limbs freeze even though my heart hammers against my chest. The horrific thought hisses in my ear in a harsh whisper.
Leave. Now.
I watch myself take a step toward the door. My hand reaches for the doorknob. I turn it. It’s locked. I must have locked it without even
thinking. Then it takes me an eon to unlock it, the brass locks moving in slow motion. Footsteps echo hollowly in my heart. They’re hard and fast. A pressure squeezing down on my shoulder amps up the terror, and my voice lifts to the ceiling. Another hand clamps down hard over my mouth, cutting off the scream.
No. Oh God, no.
“You keep coming back here,” the dark voice says. “It’s almost as if you want me back.”
He pulls me into his body, his achingly familiar contours jutting into me. Then he takes his hand away from my mouth as something cold bites into my neck.
“Make a sound, and I’ll spill your dirty Vittorio blood all over the floor.”
That seething undertone in his voice makes my blood harden into ice. That deadly calm terrifies me more than anything. It means that he has nothing to lose and he’s not afraid to slit my throat.
Tony warned me. What the fuck was I thinking, coming here alone?
“Get off me!”
His arm tightens around my body, imprisoning me like a python coiling around my body, slowly squeezing me to death. “Why should I?”
Rafael drags me farther into the apartment, and my feet follow him backward.
“What are you doing?”
Arms pinned to my side, I’m fucking helpless. Every pause makes the knife cut into my throat, and something warm tickles down my neck. It’s not until he drags me into the bathroom that I see the line of red.
“Rafael, I’m engaged. He will fucking kill you!”
The door slams shut and he hurls me away from him. I slip on the tiles and fall on the toilet seat, gazing up at Rafael’s disheveled body.
He points the knife at me. “I’ll fucking kill you. We’re going to find out once and for all whether you are pregnant.”
His black jeans swim in front of me and the flat of his blade slaps my cheek. “I know it’s not beyond you to lie about something like this. You come from a family of rats.”
Burning, caustic rage explodes in my chest. “You just can’t stand the fact that I’ve found someone else. That I left you.”
I expect the blow, but it still hurts when his palm rips across my face. I catch myself almost immediately, gripping the edge of the toilet seat. He slams the knife on the counter and grabs a long box from a plastic bag.
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