by Bella J
“Open for me, little mouse.” The sexual innuendo wasn’t lost on me, in fact it momentarily made my insides tighten with desire, especially when I saw the hunger in his eyes as he stared at my lips, as if he couldn’t wait to see me eat out of his hand.
I opened my mouth, and he placed the strawberry on my lips slowly easing it into my mouth. The feel of his fingers against my lips together with the sweetness that burst from the fruit on to my tongue caused me to moan while I chewed the flesh of the strawberry between my teeth. I rolled my tongue through the sugariness, loving the explosion of flavor.
God I wanted more.
“You like that, little mouse?”
“Yes, sir.” The second that word left my mouth, I recoiled, shock twisting my mind and my stomach into a vice.
The look of utter victory beamed from his face as he stared down at me, but before I had a chance to say something, to utter something stupid in a bid to regain some of my self-respect, he forced a grape into my mouth. This time his thumb lingered on my lips, gently tracing the outline of my mouth.
“Embrace it, Tatum,” he whispered, placing another grape against my lips. “Let your desire guide you. Stop fighting it.”
Pushing the grape past my lips, he kept his finger in my mouth, making me chew around it, my tongue sliding and slipping against and around it. Another moan echoed in the back of my throat, but this time it had nothing to do with the sweetness in my mouth, but everything to do with tasting him.
“That’s my little pet. Keep on making those noises and I’ll keep feeding you.”
I felt a tug on the tie around my neck, and sat back up on my knees as he kept pulling me forward.
Castello continued to feed me, slowly filling the emptiness in my stomach. Whether it was the fact that I was starved half to death, or the fact that the Fattores probably only bought the best of everything, the fruit he fed me was the best I’ve ever tasted.
Cubes of pineapple, slices of mango and peaches, pieces of apple and cantaloupe—it was delicious, and my body savored every morsel. And the more he fed me, the more I fell into the role of pet, and him being my master. Suddenly being on my knees and naked in front of him felt so damn right, especially when my insides started to twist with need, the aching throb between my legs pushing me to do better, to act like the perfect pet for him…my master.
He pulled me up by tugging on the tie, forcing me to settle on my knees between his legs, my upper body and naked breasts in full view in front of him. With his hot, hungry gaze etched on my breasts he bit into his lower lip, his feral hunger causing me to suck in a breath. In that moment I loved the way he looked at me. I delighted in the fact that something about me provoked the lustful greed that painted his face with shadows of untamed desire. It intensified my own sordid hunger, tightening every muscle with bittersweet anticipation.
He placed a palm against my cheek, pulling his thumb down my lips. “The things I could do to you, little mouse. All the ways I could push your body to the edge, easing you over every damn time.” A finger traced down my naked shoulder sending shivers over my skin. “The games we could play, the boundaries we could push together. We would be like fucking dynamite, and I would make sure your body detonated every goddamn time I touched you.”
I gasped when he cupped my breast, tugging at my nipple—hard. I closed my eyes, relishing his firm, aggressive touch as waves of pleasure crashed against my body’s need for more.
“We would set each other on fucking fire, little mouse.”
I closed my eyes as his fingertips continued to tug and pull my nipple. “I’m already on fire.”
Within a split second the tie around my neck tightened to a point where I could hardly manage a breath. And then my entire world shattered when I felt his warm mouth against mine—not kissing, not seducing, but claiming, taking…owning.
His tongue thrust deep inside my mouth, lips forced hard against lips, teeth grazing against teeth. My body melted, my soul set on fire. There were no thoughts of kidnappings, severed fingers, or dead twin brothers—only thoughts of carnal desires and erotic pleasures.
Tingles, shivers, and every goddamn feeling known to any woman spread through my body when he placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. A low, guttural moan echoed from the back of his throat before he twisted me around, his hands gripping my thighs painfully. With one swift move he pulled me onto his lap, and I gasped at the contact.
“Oh God.” I whimpered when I felt his body against my back, his hard cock beneath my ass. Greedy palms claimed my breasts, kneading, gripping, tugging, and pinching painfully, yet decadently.
The tie twisted around my neck and he pulled me back, bringing his one hand up to my chin forcing my face to the side so that his mouth could collide with mine. The sound of our wet kisses resonated between my prison walls, our rapid breaths crashing against the confined space.
“Your body taunts me, little mouse. It torments me by provoking an irrepressible need for me to be inside you.” He flexed beneath me, an overpowering surge of raw need shooting up my spine and settling in my core. “I won’t be free of this torture until I’ve fucked you. The cruel temptation of being able to feel you from the inside is just too goddamn much for me to resist.”
“Jesus.” I whimpered, his words catapulting me into a zealous state of desire, my body shamelessly rocking back and forth on top of him, feeling the hardness that hid beneath his pants. I needed more.
The tie tightened and my eyes rolled closed when he cupped me between my legs, spreading my lips while dragging a finger through my slit.
“Your body wants me, Tatum. You’re soaked with need…for me.”
With one hand I felt him untie his pants behind me, and like the needy little slut I was I lifted my ass allowing him to push his pants down just enough to free his cock. The anticipation of feeling him inside me was burning like an inferno, threatening to turn me into nothing but ash. My body was primed to take him, to let him fill me to the brim.
I sat back down, feeling his warm hardness against my wet lips, and we both moaned in unison. He jerked the tie forcing my head back, and I flexed my hips forward.
“Don’t stop moving those greedy hips of yours, little mouse. Show me how much your body needs me.”
And I did. I bared every ounce of need that consumed me by rocking my hips shamelessly on top of him. My body was already climbing, his forbidden touch spiraling me into a state of euphoria faster than I could stop it.
He reached beneath me, and with a firm hand he pushed against my back bending me forward slightly, dragging the head of his cock through the slit of my ass.
“Do you want it, Tatum? Do you want what I have to give?”
It was another battle between my body and my head. But this battle was over much quicker than the last one, my body winning before my head even had a chance. Honestly, Castello catapulted my body toward winning the second he forced me to go on my knees.
He flexed hard, and I moaned.
“Tell me you fucking want it, or by God I won’t give it to you.”
“Yes. I want it.”
The tie jerked me back, the force causing pain to flare up in my throat. Two strong hands gripped my hips and lifted me with one quick swoop. The second he had his cock positioned at my entrance, he let go and I took all of him. I cried out, the pain and pleasure of his cock stretching me without giving me any chance to adjust to his hardness invading my body, sent ripples of indulgence up my spine.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His arms came up beneath mine, cupping my breasts, and I moved my hips. That’s when he roared like a demon possessed animal, wrapping his arm tight around my middle keeping me in place as he started to thrust into me relentlessly. More and more he gave it to me, harder and harder, faster and faster, my body teetering on the edge. He impaled me with every thrust, driving into me as deep as he could go. My body was utterly consumed by him, possessed by the decadent satisfaction that emanated from where he claim
ed me so fiercely.
Removing his arm from my middle he dipped his hand between my legs, and the second his finger touched my clit, my muscles tightened as an aching need for release swept through me. My body quivered from the pleasure that wracked through me, the way he worked that soft little nub to a point where I couldn’t stop shaking. And then his hand was gone.
“No!” I cried out as my body wailed in protest. I was right there. I was right fucking there on the edge, ready to be pushed over while his merciless cock insistently drove into me.
Jerking my arm down he placed my hand between my legs, and nipped my ear before saying, “Touch yourself while feeling me deep inside your core.”
And I did, unashamedly. I was too far gone to care, too riled up to remember any trace of modesty. My body had one goal, and one goal only…release.
He grabbed ahold of the tie and wound it around his wrist until I felt his hand at the back of my neck. Pulling back placing my back flush against his chest, he traced his tongue up the side of my ear.
“Ride me, little mouse. Welcome the pleasure I give you by letting your body take control.”
My hips moved back and forth, faster and faster as he continued to flex beneath me, pushing deeper, harder, his cock reaching the deepest part of me. My fingers played, touched, and dipped while I rocked harder, the release teasing me at the tip of my spine. It was right there, threatening to erupt, but it needed more—a final push to explode.
Something cold pressed against the inside of my thigh, and Castello pulled the tie around my neck finally tightening it allowing me not an ounce of breath.
“Now you’ll feel what it’s like to have your darkest fantasies come true, little mouse.”
I felt the slice of a blade, fire spreading over the inside of my thigh. The sting of pain, the blunt pressure of his cock pushing inside me, the constraint around my neck, and the lack of oxygen—it all came together in a burst of energy that detonated inside me, blasting my body into fucking pieces. My insides were nothing but tight vices of pleasure, my spine arched, my hips thrusting as I rode out the most intense, mind-blowing release that ever possessed my body, my mind, and fucking soul. Becoming lightheaded, my body still not free from the claws of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had, I was soaring far away from reality—my only reality the man now buried balls deep inside me. With one arm once again clutched around my middle he forced me down on his cock while he pushed as hard as he could, thrusting his cock as deep as fucking possible. It was painful, but it was downright euphoric.
I felt his lips drag across the back of my shoulder. “I’m not pulling out, Tatum. I can’t. I want to mark you from the inside.”
And then I felt it, the violent jerks of his cock as he came inside me, filling me to the fucking brim.
Low, guttural, animalistic growls rolled out of his lips as he stretched me, filled me, and completely consumed me. It was the most powerful moment I have ever experienced, paradise in the midst of a warzone.
The tie loosened and I sucked in a breath, air burning my lungs with welcome relief. I fell back, my body nothing but shivers, shudders, and the after tremors of my release.
But what took me by surprise was when he wrapped his arms around my middle, placing his head against my shoulder—something that could have been perceived as a comforting, affectionate gesture, something that confused the hell out of me.
He nestled his nose into my hair. “We are completely fucked, little mouse…in more ways than one.”
18
CASTELLO
I was still inside her.
I was still fucking inside her, and for the love of Christ I didn’t want to move. My cock was still hard, for fuck’s sake. If there ever was a time for the world to come to an end, please let it be now. An end of the world scenario was the only way I’d be able to find a good enough reason for why I did what I just did—fuck Tatum Linscott like it was the last time I’d ever have the pleasure of coming inside the best fucking pussy I’ve ever felt.
And that’s the best part. I came inside of her. Luckily I had done my homework, gathered every possible piece of info about her before this all started, so I knew she was on the birth control shot. She’d been on it since she met Carlo.
Thank fuck for small mercies.
“What did we just do?” Her voice was shaky, her body still trembling against mine.
Fucking shit. What did we just do?
Starting to feel claustrophobic with a head filled with manic thoughts of what a giant mistake I just made, and the heat that was currently radiating from her body to mine, I lightly pushed her off me.
The second my cock slipped out of her, I flinched and groaned. “Jesus.”
I had to claw my fingers into the sides of the chair to stop myself from grabbing her, bending her forward and starting hard and heavy on my next giant fuck-up.
Heavy silence fell around us, and it instantly felt like all the oxygen got sucked out of the room.
She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her while I pulled my pants up like a fucking sixteen year old who just got caught with his dick in his hand.
I stood, roughing my hand through my hair and noticed Tatum standing on the other side of the room like she couldn’t get far enough away from me.
That’s right, little mouse, stay as far away from me as possible.
Glancing in her direction, I noticed the way she clutched the black towel around her body as if shielding herself—from me.
“Are you okay?” Why the fuck did I care?
She snorted. “That’s a funny question actually.”
“No. It’s a simple one.”
With her palm against her forehead she looked up at the ceiling. “Nothing about any of this is simple.”
For a second I allowed myself to look at her. Like a normal man would look at a normal woman, not like a captor would at his prisoner…or slave. Tatum Linscott was beautiful. Her blonde hair hung in long waves over her shoulders, her blue eyes shimmering like sapphires. Even though she was probably consumed with fear on the inside, on the outside she looked strong, resilient…dazzling. No wonder I wanted to be inside her so goddamn much. No wonder Carlo wanted her. I finally saw her for her, a gorgeous woman with enough strength and intensity to bring any man to his knees. How was it possible that Tatum went from a guilty murderer to a beautiful woman within the span of a quick fuck?
Unable to look at her anymore, no longer able to stand the ridiculous thoughts occupying my mind, I tucked my shirt into my pants. “I’m going to ask you again, are you okay?”
“I really have no idea how to answer that.”
I straightened my jacket and looked her way. “How about honestly?”
With clear defiance she crossed her arms in front of her chest as she glared at me. “I’ve been better.”
“You and me both, sweetheart.”
“Castello—”
I shot her a warning glare, biting on my tongue. “You can’t get that right, can you?”
“Calling you sir just feels wrong.”
“It didn’t feel wrong a few minutes ago, did it?”
Her cheeks flushed, embarrassment painting her face with the kind of red I wanted to see on her ass.
“That was different,” she whispered.
“How was that any different?”
“It just was.”
I stepped forward. “Tell me how it was different, Tatum.” My voice boomed through the room and I noticed her flinch. I wasn’t angry, I just needed to know what was different for her.
She looked at me, and the intensity in her eyes momentarily took my breath away. “It was different because a few minutes ago you weren’t the man who wanted to kill me.”
Another step, my heart beating faster, my body humming as I got closer to hers. “Who was I, Tatum?”
She swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine as I continued forward. Something was pulling me, drawing me in, luring me to her like I was no longer the hunter, but now became th
e prey.
I stopped, my body mere inches from hers. “Tell me, Tatum. Who was I?”
She licked her lips. “You were a man who could give me what I need—what I’ve always needed.”
I leaned forward lifting my arm above her shoulder and placing my hand against the wall. “And what exactly is it that you need?”
“That’s another difficult question to answer.”
“No it’s not. Your head is overcomplicating the answers.”
The warmth of her breath skidded across my neck, her chest starting to rapidly rise and fall—just like mine.
Her blue eyes studied my face. “Believe me, it’s not my head that’s complicating the answer.”
“Then what is?”
Her eyes searched my face and I loved the way she looked at me with equal parts of lust and fear.
“It’s the fact that after what just happened, even if I survive the wrath of your family, I won’t survive you.”
I lifted my other hand and softly traced the outline of her jaw. “You have that so wrong, little mouse. I no longer think it’s your survival that’s at stake.”
A knock on the outside door pulled me back from a thousand thoughts of how completely fucked I was while staring into her eyes. I stepped back and glanced down. Her thighs glistened with the wetness slowly easing down from between her legs—the evidence of our lack of self-control. I also noticed blood dripping down the inside of her leg from the wound I inflicted on her thigh.
“We need to get that cleaned.”
She snorted. “You want to kill me, yet you worry a tiny wound will get infected?”
“Irony is a bitch, Miss Linscott.”
I tore my gaze from her, then walked over to the trolley, reaching underneath.
“Here.” I tossed her a black silk nightgown.
She caught it then stared at me questioningly. “How did I go from a dirty rag to a silk nightgown?”
I grabbed the last items underneath the trolley. “How did I go from being the man who wanted to kill you, to the man that could give you what you need?”