He lowers his palm away from my mouth but keeps his other wrapped around my waist.
Excitement bleeds into my residual fear. “Why did you lock the door?”
“Because if anyone walks in on what I’m about to do to you, they won’t be walking out alive.”
My heart is in free-fall inside my chest. “Wha—”
“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he growls against my ear. “Did you think you’d get away with that scene by the pool without any punishment? Anyone could have seen you.”
The dark possessiveness that slips into his tone makes the hairs on my nape stand. “No one was around.” I swallow. “No one, except you.”
He grips my shoulders, spins me around, and presses my back against the door. I get my first glimpse of his face since he grabbed me, and it sends a strange cocktail of fire and ice through my veins. His eyes are glazed over with heat and anger and something that looks completely out of control.
I gasp when he removes one hand from my shoulder and wraps it around my neck. It’s not firm, but the warning is clear. He leans in close enough for his breath to fan against my skin. “Are you religious?”
What?
He gives me no time to be confused when he tightens his hold on my neck.
“Agnostic,” I choke out.
“You might want to start believing in God, so you can pray no one saw you. I’d hate for Tommaso or Polo to lose an eye.”
My mouth parts in shock as the situation finally sinks in.
He’s furious.
I didn’t just step cross a boundary this time. I leapt over it.
He lets go of my neck but doesn’t move away an inch. I take a deep breath, my hard nipples brushing against his chest. He looks down, his expression thunderous.
I’m genuinely scared.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.
“Exactly what I told you I would.” His voice drags over that achy place between my legs. When his big hands wrap around my waist, it feels like he’s touching bare skin. The thin robe is no match for the energy exchange between our bodies.
Before I have time to process what’s going on, he throws me over his shoulder and steadies me with a hand on the back of my thigh.
“Giorgio!” I yelp. I’m completely naked under the robe, and if he moves his hand up just a few inches, he’ll be touching my bare ass. If he looks over, he’ll probably see… I swallow. I don’t think he’s realized I’m wearing nothing underneath.
He carries me through the doorway between our rooms and deposits me roughly on his bed. The belt of my robe is loose, and the entire thing nearly flies opens, but I manage to pull it tightly around me at the last second.
“I told you to drop it, didn’t I?” He anchors his hands on the bracket of the four-poster bed and stares down at me. “Instead, you left my office and decided to tempt me.”
I scramble onto my knees and edge up the bed to put some distance between us, but he’s as fast as a tiger. He grabs me again, sits down on the edge of the bed, and throws me over his lap.
A puff of air escapes my lungs as my belly hits his thighs. “Giorgio, wait—”
The exact moment he realizes I’m bare is punctuated by a sharp hiss through his teeth. He grows deathly still, but his palm stays on my upper thigh, right at crease of my butt.
God, how I wish I could look at him right now. Instead, all I can do is stare at the floor.
A beat passes. Two more. Something hard pokes against my belly, and I realize it’s his erection.
He’s turned on by this.
By me.
The fact that he’s growing hard while staring at my bare pussy sends a flood of heat through me. When I feel the pad of his thumb brush against my inner thigh, I shiver. He’s so close to my lips, an inch higher, and he’ll be touching me there.
“You’re playing games with me, Martina,” he rasps, that thumb moving back and forth, so, so close. “Dangerous games you can’t win.”
His touch feels so damn good. My breath starts coming out in shallow pants as his small, controlled movements send me flying higher and higher. Goosebumps cover my flesh. The anticipation—the thrill—of him closing that minuscule distance makes me tremble.
His other hand is pressing down on my lower back, keeping me in place, but I’m not completely immobile. When I can’t take his stillness anymore, I rock over his thighs.
For a brief second, I feel pure bliss as his thumb brushes against the edge of my pussy, but then he tears his hand away, and next thing I know, my ass explodes in pain.
“Hey!”
He smacked me!
“What are you—”
SMACK.
I start to writhe on him, trying to get away, but the palm on my lower back is like a heavy iron.
SMACK.
“Ow! That hurts!”
“Good. How else will you learn?”
He lands three more hard smacks in a quick succession, the sound of them ringing in the air.
A tear leaks out of my eye. I’m speechless. He warned me, but I never expected him to actually do it. My ass burns, but it’s not the only part of my body that’s on fire. My pussy aches with heat. I don’t know if it’s the smacking or the fact that he can see everything, but I’m aroused like I’ve never been before.
He was right. There’s zero chance I’ll ever tell Damiano about this, or the kiss, or anything that happened before or after.
I wince when he places his palm back down over one cheek, thinking he’s about to dish out some more of his punishment, but instead, he simply drags it over the tender flesh.
A tiny moan falls out of me. There’s no indication he’s ready to let me get off him, and to be honest, I’m not quite sure I want to either. His erection is still pressed against my belly, and his hand trails higher and higher up my inner thigh until finally…
“Jesus,” he rasps. A finger traces my lips. “You’re wet.”
I swallow, unsure of how to respond. He exhales and delves deeper into my folds, making the uncertain words on my lips turn into more moans.
It’s like his fingers are infused with electricity. Everywhere he touches me, sparks singe my skin with pleasure.
I start bucking against his hand, needed it deeper in the place that no one’s ever touched before, but my reaction makes him curse. “You keep pressing that wet cunt against my hand, and you’re not going to be a virgin for much longer.”
Oh my God.
“How do you know I’m a virgin?” I whimper when he slides just the tip of his finger inside me.
“It’s spelled out all over your face, piccolina. You’ve never been with a man before me.”
“I’ve never been with you either.”
He plunges his finger deep inside of me, making me gasp. He bends over me, lowering his lips to my ear. “The first time I saw you in the garden, I thought to myself, that girl has no sense of self-preservation. With every word out of your mouth, you prove me right.”
I choke on my saliva, my mind reeling from the fact that he’s inside me. I’m still provoking him, but I can’t stop. I’m so turned on I’m sweating through my already damp robe. One finger becomes two, and he starts to thrust them in and out of me. My cheeks blaze from the wet sound that’s produced. It’s beyond lewd.
I pant as he picks up speed. “Gio… That feels…so good.”
He groans, and without breaking his rhythm, moves his hand from my lower back to my neck, curling his fingers possessively around it. “You’re so tight, I don’t think I could fit another finger inside of you without hurting you. You’ll never be able to take my cock.”
My eyes slam shut as a pulse of pleasure crests through me. “Is that a challenge?”
“A warning,” he snarls.
I try to turn my head to look at him, but he won’t let me. He tightens his hold on my neck and holds me in place. “You’re playing with fire, piccolina, and you don’t even realize how close you are to being burned.”
My moans are frantic now, his pace unrelenting. I’m so close, it nearly hurts, but I can’t quite get there.
Suddenly, I’m empty once again, but before I can whine a protest, his wet fingers reach for my clit.
I jerk in his iron grip as he starts to rub in firm circles. My nails dig into his leg. “Oh my God, Gio…”
Every nerve ending in by body comes to life at the same time, buzzing, pulsing, and then everything bursts.
My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, dragging me to a place I’ve never been before. A scream tears itself out of my throat, and he silences it by pressing his big palm over my mouth. I buck against him, riding the pleasure until it slowly starts to recede.
Then Giorgio’s moving my body, pulling me upright so that my back is against his chest, and somewhere in the process, my robe slips down my shoulders.
When I lift my gaze, my reflection greets me.
The last time I looked into that mirror, he forced me to do it with a vicious grip on my chin. Now, he does the same, only this time his hold on me is gentle. He slips his knees under my thighs and spreads me open.
I gasp. Hot, thick embarrassment slips beneath my skin as I take in my twitching, dripping pussy. I’ve never looked at myself like this.
Never imagined I’d let a man see me like this.
“Gio—”
“Do you see that pretty cunt?” he rasps, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
I suck my lips into my mouth, unable to answer. I was brave today already. My reserves have run out.
His lips press against the shell of my ear. “This is what you’re offering me, piccolina. It’s not going to look this pretty when I’m done with you.” His other hand falls over my inner thigh, and he brushes his knuckles against one side of my entrance. “It’s going to look raw and well-fucked.” He slides the tip of his finger inside of me. “And filled with my come.”
Holy shit. His filthy, obscene words make me clench around his finger, and the dark gaze of his reflection once again flicks to mine.
He lets go of my chin and drags his hand down to my breast. The other presses against my lower abdomen. His hold on me is so tight, I can hardly breathe, but I don’t care. Tilting my head backwards, I let my lips find the thick column of his throat, where I press messy, wet kisses. He mutters something as I do it, rubbing his hand over my tummy as I finish coming down from my high.
After a while, my orgasm fades away, and vulnerability rushes into the empty space it left behind. I need to see Giorgio’s face. Gripping his arm, I adjust my position so that I’m straddling him.
His eyes are the color of deep ocean water. When I sink a little lower, the hardness inside his pants presses into my center.
Tentatively, I rock my hips against him.
He drops his hands to my hips and squeezes. “Stop.”
“Why?” I whisper into his ear before moving my lips down to his. “I think your punishment backfired. I liked it too much.”
My words are meant as encouragement, but he doesn’t take them as such. He makes a tortured sound in the back of his throat like he knows he’s losing but he’s not ready to give up yet. He lifts me off him, places me on my feet, and stands up, raking his fingers through his hair.
Just when I think he’ll put a stop to this, he whirls around and crowds me with his body, pressing me against one of the bedposts. He pinches my chin with his index finger and thumb. When he looks directly into my eyes this time around, it’s like he’s looking right into the depths of my soul.
“I’ve lived for a long time, piccolina,” he rasps. “Nearly twice as long as you. Never in my life have I met anyone who hides so much wickedness behind an innocent face like yours. Your mind seduces me. Your body tempts me. A single glimpse of you, and I lose my train of thought. I become completely absorbed in your presence. You shouldn’t have let me touch you like I just did, because now that I know how wet and warm you’d feel around me, I won’t think about anything else for hours. Days. Weeks.”
That confession reverberates through me like a clap of thunder, and then, everything stills.
He wants me. Badly. Desperately.
My daydreams are morphing into reality, and for the first time, I begin to question if I can handle it.
But there’s no time to dig for an answer as his fingers tighten around my chin, and he hisses, “Damn you,” before he crushes my mouth to his.
The kiss is chaos and fury. I press my body against his and wrap my hands around his neck, tugging him closer even though there isn’t an inch of space left between us. He grinds into me. His bulge digs into my thigh as he works his own thigh between my legs.
Our tongues tangle, part, tangle again. He nips and licks at my lips, teaching me how to kiss by example, and I do my best to copy him. The world tilts. I lose myself in him.
When he grabs my ass and lifts me, I wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his thighs. A sense of inevitability cascades through me.
Knock, knock. “Giorgio, you left your cell phone in the dining room,” Allegra’s voice filters through the door. “Someone’s been ringing you.”
He breaks our kiss only to mutter a muted curse and then dives back in again, his tongue lashing against my own, his hands learning the contours of my body.
When another knock comes, I whimper into his mouth, “Ignore it.” I’m too far gone to stop now. His hand trails up my ribcage and palms a bare breast, squeezing it.
“Giorgio?”
“Cazzo!” He tears himself away from me, his eyes nearly black with arousal and his chest rising with rapid breaths. “One moment,” he barks out.
For a moment, he seems conflicted between going and staying, but then he curses again, swipes a hand over my cheek, and moves to the door.
My heart bangs against my ribcage as I watch him leave. I wait for him to return, but he doesn’t.
