by Piper Stone
“Come here,” I stated, the husky tone in my voice almost unrecognizable.
She did as she was told, although her feet seemed to be very heavy.
I brushed my hand down the length of her arm before nodding toward the bed. “Lie down.”
Her actions seemed much more hesitant than before, but she obeyed without question. We were both still reeling from the events of the night, something I would remember for some time to come.
My hands ached, my mind still foggy from finding her. In the process, I’d injured Dante, something that had never occurred before. I wasn’t a careless man, had never experienced a break in concentration.
Until her.
Sierra.
The beautiful woman lying naked on the bed, her legs open and waiting for whatever I was going to do to her. The candlelight allowed me to see a hint of the tears that stained her face, the remaining beads softly trickling down both sides of her face. While the spanking had been intense, her sadness had nothing to do with pain or humiliation. In a few short days, we’d gone beyond her feelings of resentment, her continued disregard for my rules.
Why did I have the feeling what had happened only minutes before had broken her spirit?
I couldn’t shake the morbid feeling or the ugly tingling in my extremities. I’d lost her. I was certain of it. Not to retaliation or anger but to my job, a profession I’d been born into. I almost laughed at the thought. I was nothing but a criminal in sophisticated clothes, a man who had no issue crushing a man’s windpipe for saying the wrong thing. I enjoyed the scent of blood in the air, a reminder of my power and influence.
I even enjoyed watching a man suffer when exposed for his betrayal. This... this torment I felt inside was something I had no experience with. I couldn’t rationalize my thoughts beyond what the hell I was going to do to win the war with an enemy that seemed to gain the upper hand every time.
And I loathed what I’d become.
I rubbed my hand along her inner thigh, my fingers tingling from the touch alone. While she didn’t jump or try to scoot away, her body remained tense, her eyes forever watching me. I leaned down, pressing my lips across her taut stomach. Only then did she let out a whimper, as if I’d burned her skin. I darted my tongue around her belly button as I continued caressing, fighting the ugliness inside. She deserved much more than who I was.
Yeah, she deserved a man who would come home every night, sharing in a quiet dinner or perhaps a movie before bed. And she deserved a real extended family, not the monstrous man my father had become, the timid and haunted mother who rarely left the house.
I breathed in her sweet aroma, closing my eyes for a brief and precious few seconds. I hadn’t lied that this was the only quiet time we’d be able to spend together. I realized now that sending her away had only driven me to a lack of control, something I couldn’t afford. She was at least better off near my soldiers, in close proximity.
After that, I wasn’t certain what the hell I was going to do.
I pushed her knees against the bed, licking across from one hip to the other. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, the sound so beautiful. My cock ached to be inside of her, to take her as I’d done before. Maybe I was a selfish bastard and nothing more, forcing a deal on her that she didn’t deserve.
We were long past that. She was now my property. The thought alone kindled my protective side, as well as the beast dwelling within. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
“Mmm...” When she fisted the covers, every muscle in my body tensed.
Growling, I dropped my head, dragging my tongue across her already swollen clit, watching her reactions as she jerked up from the bed.
“Oh, yes. Oh...”
I pressed my hands against her inner thighs, digging my fingers into her soft skin as I repeated the move, swirling my tongue around her sensitive tissue in circle after circle. I heard my animalistic groans, husky sounds that floated in the air around us, and felt even more invigorated. I could feast on her pretty pink pussy for days, sucking every drop of juice, my thirst knowing no bounds.
Sierra tossed her head from side to side, her legs quivering and the touch of her skin even more heated than before. It was as if she was on fire, combusting from deep within.
I teased her pussy with the tips of my fingers, sliding them just past her slickened folds. God, the heat of her was incredible, fueling every filthy desire to the point I had difficulty containing myself as I licked from her clit to the base of her pussy, savoring the taste. I was jazzed from the burning hunger, every portion of my body tingling.
Her scattered breathing was a tremendous turn-on, my balls tight as drums. I thrust my tongue deep inside, using my fingers to open her beautiful pussy lips and exposing her fully. I became a wild man, licking and sucking, incapable of stopping. I closed my eyes, her soft purrs hypnotic. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
As she writhed on the bed, her body twisting and turning, I feasted, my actions becoming more savage. I thrust one then two fingers deep inside, licking fervently, her cream filling my mouth. I was completely intoxicated by her juice, beads trickling down the back of my throat. Nothing could taste any better than this.
Nothing.
No expensive bourbon.
No perfectly cooked filet.
She was ambrosia of the gods.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She jerked up again, slapping her hands against the comforter as I added a third finger, pressing the tip of my thumb against her puckered hole. To think she’d actually worn her plug. Was it hope she’d see me again or a sense of respect?
I marveled at the thought, issuing a series of husky growls as I sucked on her rosy clit, unable to take my eyes off her. Every reaction, every quiver of her body was enticing, drawing me further into her web. I picked up my pace, rougher than before, curling my fingers until I knew I was hitting her G-spot.
Her response was instant, a wail replacing her soft mews. My God, the woman was driving me crazy, my cock throbbing to the point I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. Did she know what she was doing to me? Did she have any idea that I was the one losing control? When her breathing became shallow, I slowed my actions, languishing in licking up and down ever so slowly.
“Oh, God. I can’t hold... I am going to.” A laugh pushed past her lips, her face flushing, and she shifted one arm over her eyes.
“You want to come?” I asked evilly, chuckling darkly when her mouth twisted.
She finally thumped her hand against the comforter. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
“Not yet,” I growled, using three fingers to smack her pussy.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus. Oh...”
“Pain and pleasure, my sweet.”
I could see her mouth twisting in preparation of a retort. Instead, she let out several whimpers, so dramatic. So practiced. She was such a little vixen, enticing me even more. I smacked her pussy lips again and again, drunk on my own need to have her submit.
She finally jerked all the way up, pushing her palms against the bed, her eyes wide open. “I can’t hold it. I can’t!”
I buried my face once again, this time licking in more gentle motions, soothing any discomfort.
“You’re so bad,” she managed, taking gulping breaths.
“You forget I’m your master.”
“Mmm...”
I brought her to the edge of a raging climax then pulled back three times until she was writhing on the bed. Her legs were slick from her cream, the scent filling my nostrils, pulling me into a moment of sheer rapture. I was losing all sense of control, the beast taking over. I wrapped my arms around her legs, yanking her bottom off the edge of the bed, keeping her so wide open that her rosy asshole was exposed.
For my use.
For my taking.
The moment I shoved two fingers inside her tight little puckered hole, her pussy began to convulse. “Please. Please. Please!”
“Come, baby. That’s it. Fill my mouth.”
She threw out her arms
, her fingers snagging in my hair as her body convulsed, her scream permeating the entire room. I licked her savagely, thrusting my tongue deep inside as she filled my mouth. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
“Oh... Yes. Yes...” Sierra came several times, her last scream barely audible. When she fell back against the bed, struggling to breathe, only then did I ease back, wiping my mouth with the back of my arm.
I stumbled to my feet, struggling to get control of my breathing, stars floating in front of my eyes. Adrenaline rushed through every cell, my blood pumping to the point I had heart palpitations. Reaching down, I pulled her up by her wrists, turning and pushing her waist against the edge of the dresser, immediately wrapping one hand around her long hair as I leaned in.
“What do you see?” I whispered in her ear.
The candle flickered wildly from my harsh actions, illuminating her pensive expression, her beseeching eyes. She still had no idea how much I craved every inch of her or what I wanted out of her at this point. She’d yet to admit that deal or no deal, our connection had never been broken. Years of longing.
Years of waiting.
Years of life crushing down, hindering us from fully living our lives.
“Fear. Guilt. Despair,” she finally said, looking embarrassed as if what she’d said I’d punish her for.
I softened my grip, dropping my head and sighing. “You’re probably right. Maybe I’m a lost cause, incapable of providing what you need.”
“I wasn’t talking about you,” she muttered.
Her last words were almost a killing blow. I swallowed back bile, my entire system rattled. All I’d done was hurt her. I let her go completely, disgusted with myself. “I’m going to leave you alone to get a good night’s sleep. I was wrong to send you here. We’ll return to the city in the morning.” I took a step backward, hissing under my breath.
“Don’t go, Lorenzo. You’re not the reason for my feelings. Because of you, I’ve felt more alive than I have in years. You found the key to all the locks I’d placed around myself after you left. You set me free.”
The word ‘but’ hung in the air. She knew it. I knew it.
I’d never been the kind of man to allow a woman’s words to affect me in any manner, except for the ones she’s said on the day I’d left Mexico.
“I know we’ll never see each other again. I do hope you can find a way to be happy, Lorenzo. Sadly, I’m not the person who can fulfill you.”
I’d never felt so utterly cold in my entire life. She’d been right to say the things she had, especially since I’d grown cold during the last day, shutting down. A protection mode. What a crock of shit.
I was suddenly ravenous, shutting out everything but the woman standing in front of me. I took two long strides, gripping her hips brutally. There was nothing left to say. There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck her.
To make love to her.
I closed my eyes as I shoved my cock inside, trying to hold back the vicious man from bridging the surface. She deserved more. I was shaking as I fucked her, driving my shaft inside with enough force, I pummeled her against the dresser.
She met every hard thrust with one of her own, slapping her hands against the mirror, tossing her head up and down. I’d never seen her this wild from her own desire, her eyes lit up and not by the light of the candle.
But from her own raging hunger.
Together we were as one, the sound of the dresser thudding against the wall the perfect music. She was so wet, so damn tight. I dropped my head, biting down on her neck, rolling onto the balls of my feet.
“Yes. More. More!” she moaned as she watched me, her eyes glazing over.
“I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours.”
She laughed, dragging her tongue across her lips provocatively.
Damn, the woman had no idea what I wanted to do to her, taking her savagely. When she jutted back her hips, undulating them back and forth, I couldn’t help but laugh.
I yanked her hips further back, pressing open her ass cheeks, dropping down and darting my tongue around her puckered hole.
“Oh. My. God!” Her exclamation was high pitched, her mouth twisting. She clawed at the mirror, half laughing as she whimpered, finally dropping her head when I slipped my tongue inside. “So bad. So... damn bad.”
I growled my response and rose to my feet slowly, stroking the base of my cock before pressing the tip against her asshole. “God, I adore you.”
“Mmm... Prove it.”
I narrowed my eyes, studying the goosebumps popping along every inch of skin as I slowly eased half my shaft inside.
When she playfully jutted her hips, I couldn’t help but roar, thrusting the entire remainder all the way inside.
“God! Oh, yes... Oh...” Her upper lip curled as she took a deep breath, a look of utter satisfaction crossing her face.
I pumped hard and fast, barely able to breathe yet I couldn’t stop, my longing to fill her with my seed incredible. The feel of her intense heat, the way her muscles wrapped around my shaft was more intense than ever.
“God, oh, God. Oh...”
There was no light or sound, everything shut down as my balls filled with cum, shooting up the length of my cock. And in those few minutes where I was able to hold back, the only words playing over and over in my mind were the ones she needed to hear.
And ones I couldn’t say.
I love you.
* * *
I knew immediately that she wasn’t in my bed. I’d never brought another woman into my realm, let alone allowing her to sleep next to me, at least when I was Lorenzo Francesco, mafia kingpin. My decision hadn’t been because I didn’t appreciate or crave female company. I simply didn’t want anyone to possibly get caught in any attempt on my life.
Being with Sierra, nestled inside a snow-covered cabin, had resurfaced all the beautiful memories of being with her in Cancun. I needed her beside me. Having her in my arms was all I’d been able to think about since embarking on the trip.
I jerked up, searching the room, the candle barely illuminating the expansive space. My heart skipped as I listened carefully. There was nothing but quiet. Even the wind had died down, allowing for an eerie sense rumbling in my system. I tossed back the covers, taking long strides toward the bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief when I heard the shower running. It wasn’t yet five in the morning and she’d felt the need to cleanse herself?
I swallowed hard, debating whether I should intrude. Making love had been full of passion, more so than any other time. Perhaps I’d been the one to let go, showing her a slightly softer side of myself. With my fingers wrapped around the handle, I was forced to remind myself that everything was about to change.
By requirement.
When I opened the door, the warmth of the room was inviting, just like the naked woman standing behind the shower door. I wasted no time, flicking the latch. There was no response for two seconds, allowing me to see the way she was positioned under the massive showerhead, her hands placed on the thick marble tile and her head lowered. The way her shoulders and back were heaving sent a chill all throughout my body.
The cold air stunned her, enough so she gasped, twisting her head in my direction. Her eyes were glassy, tears trickling down her face. She huddled in the corner, placing her arms across her chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Not having you next to me was like a dagger in my heart. I was afraid something had happened.” My words offered no comfort, sadness enveloping her face. I quickly closed the door, inching closer yet keeping a slight distance. My God, the woman seemed frail, entirely different than the warrior who’d fought me every step of the way. She’d finally given in to the circumstances, more fearful than before.
Sadly, she should be terrified and not only of the situation.
But of the man standing in front of her.
The shower compartment was much larger than average, allowing me to dip my head under the water. When my hair and face were f
ully doused, I ran my fingers through the tangled strands, closing my eyes as I thought about what to say to her.
“I just... needed space,” she finally whispered, her breathing still ragged even as her hands slowly dropped by her sides.
“And I need you.” There was no denying the intensity of how I felt about her, the longing that had turned into a bitter reminder of who and what I was. I planted my hands on either side of her, dipping my head to drink in her amazing essence. “You do know how I feel about you.”
Her lower lip quivered and she barely managed to look me in the eyes. “I’m your possession, a reward.”
A deep sigh pushed up from my throat, anger regarding what life required of me suffocating, a noose around my neck. “From minute one of meeting you, I knew just how special you were. I memorized your face, your smile, and the way your eyes lit up as you laughed. When I was with you all those years ago, I was free, able to be anyone I wanted. I didn’t have to worry about what damning decisions needed to be made or if an assassin was waiting in the shadows. For the first time in my entire life, I was free of the chains.”
“What happened to that man?”
I opened my mouth to try to answer, realizing there no words that would be adequate or even honest. The simple fact was, I was no longer certain which man I was or the one I should be. If I had to choose between the two, I would shut down. “I never made promises to you, Sierra. I also never wanted to hurt you. What we shared was perfect, but not real, at least in my life.”
“You could have stayed. I mean with me. We would have found a way to be together.” Even as she said the words, I could tell she had no faith in their meaning.
I caressed her face, the tips of my fingers tingling, rippling with heat. “If only I could have.”
“And now?”
Another answer I didn’t have, at least not readily. “As I said to you before, you were well aware of who I was when you arrived at my house. You knew the value of what I could offer.”
