With the heels I was wearing, my ass was up in the air, my breasts smashed up against the desktop. And nothing in this world had prepared me for when Salvatore Benetti dropped on his haunches, spread my ass cheeks apart, and started licking me like I was his favorite ice cream cone.
“Salv…a…” I couldn’t even get his entire name out. His thumbs were pulling my swollen lips apart as his tongue lapped up my juices and it was the hottest thing ever. I’ve had men go down on me before but never with such skill or reverence.
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” he muttered against my center. “I could eat you all fucking day.”
And while that might sound perfect if I were a lesbian, I wasn’t. I wanted more from Salvatore. I wanted that feeling that only comes from when a man fills up the deepest part of your body. I wanted that fullness, that crazy pleasure that drove a woman out of her mind.
“Please,” I begged and wondered how humiliated I was going to feel in the morning because how could I not be? If I was truly on an adrenaline high as Salvatore had suggested, then there was going to be a crash and burn afterwards.
I felt his body heat drape over my body as two fingers entered my channel. Salvatore wiped his face on my neck and the wetness smelled sweet. With his lips by my ear, he said, “You need me to fuck the high out of you, Blake?” I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Do I need to make you go out of your mind?”
“Yes,” I rushed out breathlessly. “Yes…”
With his fingers still in me, his other hand slid up from underneath, and when he grabbed as much of my left breast as he could, he said, “I’m going to cum all over these tits by the time I’m done with you tonight.”
“Okay,” I panted like a dog in heat, trying to ignore all the wrongness of what was happening.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed before I felt him remove his fingers before the sounds of him unbuckling his belt hit my ears.
I never imagined something like this when I agreed to Paolo’s arrangement. I really believed that I’d work my two nights, pay him back, and that would be the end of it. My hope had been that Caitlin being indebted to the Benettis would scare her enough to get clean. And if not clean, at least, not fall into debt with them again.
There’s no way I would have ever imagined that I’d meet Salvatore Benetti, much less witness him kill someone.
And all because he had touched me.
I felt the soft, warm head of his dick rub through my folds, and I could only imagine how obscene we looked. Me, bent over, my shorts trapped around my knees, my shirt still on. Him, fully dress with only his dick out for a hard, quick fuck.
After all, that’s what I was, right?
A quick, hot fuck to go with the violence earlier?
“Are you ready?” he asked, his thick and rough.
“Yes,” I whimpered in reply.
“Then hold the fuck on, baby.”
Chapter 11
Salvatore~
I stared down at where my cock lined up against her pussy and I knew it was all over when I realized there was no way I was fucking her with a condom on. The incredulousness of it all hitting me like a slug to the chest. But then everything about this woman has felt like that.
Grabbing Blake by the hips, I slid my cock home in one hard, fluid thrust, and I’d never felt something so incredible in all my life. Unplanned pregnancies made all the sense in the world to me now because fucking Blake raw felt better than any drug out there.
Her arms shot out and I watched her fingers curl around the front edge of the desk. “Sal…”
I reached out, grabbed a fist full of that blonde silk on her head, and yanked her head back. “You call me Salvatore when I’m fucking you,” I commanded. I was Sal to almost everyone. And I was definitely Sal to every pussy I’ve ever been in, but since Blake was destined to be more than just pussy, I didn’t want her calling me Sal when I was inside her.
“Salvatore…” she moaned, and she sounded fucking perfect moaning my name.
Her hips in my hands, I started thrusting harder and harder into her wet heat. Her pussy was stretched tight around my cock, but I was also feeding her eight inches of thick steel. Her whimpers and gasps were like a background symphony to the sounds of flesh slamming against flesh, and Blake’s ass was so curvy that it jiggled with each push against her body.
“You like that, baby?” I grunted. “Because your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick.”
“Yes,” she panted. “God, yes…”
Staring down at where I kept disappearing into her body, there was a new sensation in watching my bare dick wet with her juices. While condoms have never bothered me before, watching my cum drip out of her cunt was probably going to have me proposing marriage.
As I pumped into her body over, and over, and over again, I couldn’t wait to go back to her place and spend the rest of the night in her bed. I wanted all night with this woman and that’s what I was planning on.
Slamming my cock into her tight pussy, I knew Blake probably wouldn’t have bent over for me so willingly if not for what happened earlier. Violence and sex were a cold combination, but they made for explosive bed partners. Bloodlust was a real thing, and most men felt it when they were establishing their dominance, and most women felt it when they were being protected or avenged.
I’d done both for Blake.
I had tried to protect her when I had announced she was off limits and I had avenged her when someone had gone after her anyway. The second I had hung up with Luca and had stepped to her, her scent had invaded my nostrils, and I knew the adrenaline had flooded her pussy. I also knew she needed an outlet for it, so did I take advantage of the situation? That, I might have. Did I regret it? Fuck no.
Her pussy clenched around me and I couldn’t believe how quickly she was ready to cum. Or, maybe, I could. She was riding a bunch of different highs right now, so I could only imagine what she was feeling. I’ve never killed someone in front of a woman before, believe it or not, so this was a first for both of us. Or so I assumed. But by her stunned reaction earlier, I was guessing she’s never witnessed a murder before.
“Salvatore…oh, God…”
“You getting ready to cum, baby?” I asked, knowing she was. “You ready to cum all over my cock?”
“Yes, please,” she begged so sweetly. “Harder…harder…”
I reached for her hair, yanking her head back again. “Beg me to make you cum, Blake,” I commanded. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
She let out a deep moan and I could feel her entire body shiver with pleasure. “Ma…make me cum,” she stammered. “Please, make me cum…”
“Say my name,” I demanded like an insecure prick. But adrenaline or not, I wanted Blake to know exactly who was going to make her cum all night.
“Sal…Salvatore…oh, oh…”
“Cum for me, Blake,” I growled, plowing into her with enough force to rattle the solid-oak desk. “Cum all over me, baby.”
Her ass bucked against my pelvis, and soon, her cunt was gripping me in a hold tighter than a virgin’s pussy. “Oh, God…” she cried out, and my hips pistoned into her with no mercy. I could feel the tip of my cock bottom out and I still didn’t let up.
I wanted to absolutely wreck this woman.
I wanted to have to carry her body out of here.
“That’s it, baby,” I grunted in pleasure. “Take that cock like a good girl.”
“Sa…Salvatore, I…I…” I released the hold I had on her hair, and grabbing her hips again, I railed into her body, bringing on another orgasm, giving her a multiple destined to drive her out of her mind. “Salvatore!”
After Blake exploded around me for a second time, I finally let my body give in to what it’s wanted to do since the second I had slipped inside her body. I came with a force strong enough to snap white spots behind my eyes and I made sure she had every inch of my dick buried in her convulsing cunt as I unloaded rope, after rope, after rope of nut inside her precious body
.
With Blake a weak, shuttering wreck on my desk, I pulled my dick out of her body slowly and the mess of our releases mixed together was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. And because I was a sick bastard, I scooped up what I could and rubbed it all over her thighs and ass. The image prompted more images of me rubbing my cum all over her face and tits. Looking at the mess on her body, I knew there was no way I wasn’t keeping her. If I had to put a ring on her finger tomorrow, so that I could keep fucking her without protection, then that’s what I was going to do. I had no desire to share this experience with another woman.
I was well and truly fucked in more ways than what we’d just done.
Looking at Blake laid out across my desk, I was starting to understand what made the guys so brutally possessive about their wives.
There were also the faint traces of Hector’s blood that marred Blake’s skin in a few places. That was another thing that had my dick harder than it’s ever been. Most women who I’ve fucked bloody were easy sluts who knew who they were crawling into bed with. Blake wasn’t a part of that crowd and her letting me fuck her without demanding a shower first was all the sign I needed to know she was perfect for me.
After putting my dick back into my pants, I pulled her shorts back up over her hips, but now that the decision was made to make her mine, this outfit wouldn’t do. Leaving her sprawled out on my desk, I walked over to the bar, washed my hands, then went to my closet. I knew my shirts would damn near engulf her completely, but I preferred that over her walking out of my office dressed in that damn outfit.
Grabbing a shirt, I turned around and Blake was trying to put herself back together as best she could. When our eyes met, she quickly looked down, going back to fixing herself up.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to do.
I walked over to her and said, “Here.” I lifted the shirt, the arm sleeve opened to her. “Put this on.”
“Oh,” she mumbled. “That’s okay, I can-”
“I’m not having you walk out of here in that fucking outfit you have on, Blake,” I bit out. “Put the goddamn shirt on.”
There was a quick flash of fire in her eyes, but she quickly pulled it back. “And you think walking out of here in your shirt, giving off the illusion that I don’t have anything on underneath, is better?” she countered.
I stepped closer, crowding her. “Since everyone will know it’s my shirt you’re wearing, then yeah, that is better.”
“For whom?” she fired back.
My eyes narrowed. “Put the fucking shirt on and walk out of here on your own two feet, or I will haul you over my shoulder and walk you out of here, giving everyone a clear view of your wet shorts and stained ass,” I threatened. “Either way, the message will still be pretty clear.”
She scowled. “What message?”
I took her chin in my fingers and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “That you’re mine, baby.” Her face blanched, losing color, and I didn’t really blame her.
“Salva-”
I jostled the shirt in front of her. “Get dressed,” I ordered. “I’m taking you home.”
Her eyes widened, her face paling a bit again. “My shift-”
“Is over,” I told her. “The rest of the night is going to be spent with my cock inside every orifice you’re willing to offer me.”
The poor girl just stared at me like a deer caught in some very deadly, bloody headlights.
Chapter 12
Blake~
With the early morning light coming through the window, it almost felt like a spotlight on my deliciously used body but shameful face.
After we’d left the strip club last night, Sal-he’d given me leave to call him Sal-had driven me home. He had informed me that he usually had a driver, Carlo, but since Carlo was busy with that ‘little mess’ back at the club, Sal had driven us. When we had entered my apartment, Sal had done a full sweep of the place, and once he’d been satisfied that it was safe enough for his liking, it’d been a direct path to my shower. We’d gotten clean, only to get dirty again, and again, and again.
The rest of the night had been an unrelenting battle as Salvatore Benetti had been on a mission to own every part of my body. He had taken me three more times after the shower, and each time had been filthy, ill-advised, and as thrilling as nothing I have ever experienced before.
And the entire night he had demanded that I call him Salvatore. He’d made it clear that he was Sal outside the bedroom, but when he had his hands on my body, I was to call him Salvatore. His demand had reeked of a dominant command and I had eagerly complied. Hell, I had eagerly complied with everything he had asked of me last night.
And now it was time to face the music.
Or, maybe, not.
Glancing around the room, there were no signs of Sal anywhere. I let out a rather sad laugh when I realized that Salvatore Benetti was most definitely not the type of man to stay the night. Though he had big spooned the fuck out of me last night, I highly doubted that he had spent the night. Even if he had felt comfortable enough to do so, he had that ‘little mess’ from last night he had to tend to.
Heading to the bathroom, I didn’t even bother looking in the mirror. I knew I looked a mess. Rough sex tends to do that to a girl. So, taking care of business, a minor sting enough to make me hiss, I immediately got into the shower afterwards. Washing myself from head to toe, when I was finished, I wrapped myself in a towel, threw my hair up in another towel, brushed my teeth, and headed back into the bedroom to get dress.
My feet jerked in shock as I took in a well-put together Salvatore Benetti in my room.
He smiled when he saw me, and those dimples really were Satan’s own creation. How could a man who was so goddamn deadly have flippin’ dimples? Seriously.
“Now that you’re up, I have to get going,” he announced casually.
I blinked at that. “You’ve been here the whole time?”
Sal nodded. “I was in the living room getting some work done,” he replied. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Oh,” I mumbled, lost as to what to say to that.
I stayed put as his green gaze seemed to penetrate right through me. “While I was checking for safety last night, I noticed only family pictures,” he said. “No boyfriend?”
My back snapped straight, and even though I knew exactly who this man was, I took great offense to the question and I let him know it. “If there was, you wouldn’t be here,” I replied coolly. “I’m not a cheater.”
“Sometimes you can’t help the situations you fall into,” he countered.
“Sex isn’t one of those situations unless it’s rape,” I shot back. “I repeat, I don’t cheat.”
“Very well,” he said as a matter-of-factly. “Then tell me what you were doing at The Eagle last night.”
“May I get dressed first?”
The bastard actually had the audacity to shake his head. “No,” he replied. “I like seeing you practically naked.”
“I’m wearing a towel, Sal,” I said, stating the obvious. “I am naked.”
He smirked and my ovaries danced at the sight. “If you were naked, I’d be balls-deep inside you right now, Blake,” he remarked. “Don’t test me, because if you think I won’t toss away the rest of my day to fuck you raw and swollen shut, you’ve got a lot to learn about me.”
Self-preservation forced me to ignore that comment and answer his question. “I was working off a debt,” I told him truthfully.
His head jerked to the side. “I’m sorry, what?”
I could feel my shoulders sag as I repeated my answer. “I was working off a debt.”
“Working off a debt?”
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted. “I have a sister who…uh, gets into binds every once in a while,” I hedged. “She came to me earlier this week and asked me to help her out with a three-thousand-dollar debt she had.” I shrugged a bit. “When she told me that she owed…uh, your fa
mily, I knew I had to help her. So, I went to the bank and got a loan for the amount.”
“Why you?”
“Caitlin…she strips, so not having a steady income…well, she has to pay her bills first, right?”
He didn’t comment on that. Instead, he said, “Go on.”
“When I went to the club to pay Paolo, because that’s who she said was her handler, he told me she owed five, not three. Knowing I couldn’t get a loan for another two-thousand, Paolo said I could work it off.”
“He did, huh?”
I nodded. “He said he’d make sure I got the VIP room.” I clutched the towel closer to my chest. “He said…with my body, I’ll be able to make two-thousand-dollars quickly.” My nose scrunched up at the distasteful memory. “The catch was that I was to turn over everything I made last night and tonight, even if it was over the two-thousand Caitlin owed.” I let out a tired sigh. “But I’m guessing after last night, since I only made that hundred dollars that guy gave me, I’ll probably have to work-”
Sal threw up his palm to stop me. “What do you work as, normally?”
“I’m a receptionist at Sil-Med during the week,” I answered.
He nodded, absorbing that little detail, then he asked, “Does your sister have a drug problem? Gambling?”
“She has problems with drugs,” I admitted. “She’s kind of…even though stripping is easy work to come by, she’s still kind of unreliable at it. When I met her for drinks earlier this week, she said Paolo was going to get her into The Eagle, and so she was hoping to make good money. She just needed me to get her out of this little jam first.”
“Do you guys have the same last name?” he asked.
I nodded. “Turner.”
“I’ll clear your sister’s debt-”
I jumped from the bed and stared up at him. “I’m not a whore,” I snapped. “I…I didn’t…last night wasn’t…” I had to take a deep breath to calm my racing heart. “I’ll get the two-thousand and pay Paolo. It’s the right thing to do.”
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