by Piper Stone
“I... Oh...” Whimpering, she clenched her eyes shut. Her skin still had the lovely shimmer, the sunset glow giving her an almost iridescent shine.
I repeated the move then slid the thin rod between both ass cheeks, moving up and down.
Her breathing was rapid but the look of hunger, a dark passion covered her entire face.
I kept the angle the same, smacking down, the tip catching her sweet little pussy.
“Jesus!” she moaned, her tongue darting out to catch a single bead of saliva.
I had difficulty taking my eyes off her, the way she moved with every strike. She was a hypnotic creature, yet she had no idea the level of power she had over me. I smacked her bottom several times, one lash coming after the other. She barely flinched.
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to break her, to crush the strength she had only to rebuild in my way. I wanted her to hunger every second of every day, longing for my touch. I needed her to want no one else but me, her master and punisher. I was thrown into my own vicious darkness, ready to consume her.
Beads of sweat managed to drip into my eyes. I rubbed them away harshly, my own breath scattered. Everything about this moment was wrong, but at the same time, it felt like it may be the only right thing I’d ever done in my life.
She belonged to me.
No man would take her from me.
The cracking sound floated this time, curling around us as the lust-filled electricity shot into the stratosphere. Goosebumps covered her skin, the warm flush clinging to her face and neck. I was lost in this woman, the shadowed cavern of knowing she would never be mine.
“I will teach you to be obedient and to understand my ways. I will train you to please me until the pleasure you seek is fulfilled in ways you’ve only imagined. I will protect and cherish you until the end of time. That is my promise to you.”
The words haunted me as soon as they left my mouth, but as I spanked her again and again, I was more focused than I’d been in my life. Everything made sense.
Life.
Death.
Love.
Violence.
She was my making and my undoing, just as I would be hers.
The marks I’d left would fade in time, the crimson covering her bottom only a slight reminder, but the moment we shared would never be forgotten.
I dropped the crop onto the floor, turning her over and gazing down at the woman I’d fallen madly in love with. The words were on the tip of my tongue. Say them. Tell her how you feel. After opening my mouth twice, I hissed and jerked away, angrily running my hands through my hair. I couldn’t even look at her any longer, I was so disgusted with my behavior.
“What’s wrong?”
Her voice was throaty, laced with a wave of longing.
“Nothing. We are finished. You can get dressed.” With that, I walked out, unable to face the concept of intimacy.
I stormed into the kitchen, enraged at my own behavior and lifting my arm. I was ready to sweep my arm across the counter, destroying another round of dishes.
“Don’t do that. You’re not that man, Gio.”
She stood behind me, so close I could taste her desire.
“I am that man. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Veridi placed her hand on my neck, rubbing her fingers back and forth in a soothing manner. Then she removed the handgun, placing it gingerly on the kitchen island. “You’re strong and caring, protective, and you’ve been as honest with me as you know how. You’re also the man I’m falling in love with.”
The words stunned me, shooting into my heart in an agonizing fashion. How could this beautiful woman love a monster? I couldn’t stay away from her even though I should set her free. She’d be safe from my rage, protected from my life, and free to love someone who could provide everything that I’d never be able to.
An honest life.
But I couldn’t resist her any more than I could stop breathing.
Turning, I slipped my arms under hers, lifting her into the air, both hands capturing her head. Her hair dangled down to my face, the silk strands caressing my face.
“Gio,” she whispered, tears slipping from both eyes. “Make love to me.”
I lifted my head until our lips could touch, taking my time to savor the flavor.
She nipped my lower lip, a slight giggle pushing up from her throat. The second I crushed my mouth over hers, she moaned into the kiss, her hands cupping my face. Everything about our passion was unbridled, our combined longing carnal. She wrapped her legs around my hips as our tongues entwined, drinking from each other’s mouth. We were both dying of thirst, the husky moans and scattered pants increasing with each passing second.
Her fingers wound around my hair as the kiss continued, the embrace becoming more savage. When I finally jerked back, both of us gasping for air, I gave her one last chance at ending this.
“Make love to me,” she repeated.
This time, there was no turning back.
Her legs and arms entwined around me, I carried her with ease, taking long strides toward my bedroom. There’d never been another woman taken there, no other beautiful creature who’d captured my very soul. I took the stairs two at a time, finding it difficult not to gaze into her eyes. She was mesmerizing in every manner, the feel of her fingers running through my hair much more of a draw than she could imagine.
I was like a wild beast, my desire off the charts. As I carried her into the room, her body still clinging to mine, I yanked down the covers. I would take her in a manner deserving of a queen. Her smile seductive, she kept her gaze on me as I jerked off my clothing, yanking and pitching until I was able to crawl onto the bed.
As I hovered over her, Veridi tickled her fingers down my chest, swirling the tips in zigzagging motions and catching every muscle.
“You’re gorgeous,” she whispered, laughing in a luxurious fashion.
“And you’re a temptress.”
“Which you seem to enjoy.” She eased her arms over her head, clasping her hands together and bending her legs as she opened them wide.
The invitation was blatant and one I couldn’t refuse.
I lifted her legs, pulling them all the way open, her knees pressed against the sheets. The scent of her drove me wild, my cock standing at full attention and my balls so tight that I had trouble breathing. I ran my hands up from her tight tummy to her breasts, cupping and kneading roughly. Damn, she felt good in my hands. “What do you want?”
She pursed her lips before speaking, her eyes lazy. “Everything.”
“And what will you give me?”
The question brought only a slight hesitation. “All of me.”
Every nerve ending stood on end, the anticipation of taking her driving straight into my blackened soul. She was mine. The knowledge was freeing. I blew across her stomach before dragging my tongue around her bellybutton, moving ever so slowly up her stomach to her chest.
Her breaths were shallow, her eyes closed and her expression of desire like a wild and very carnivorous beast. Perhaps one that I’d created.
“Mmm... So good.”
I growled in appreciation before biting down on her nipple, taking the hardened bud between my teeth. I adored sucking on her, tasting her skin.
She undulated under me, rocking her wet pussy against my cock. Reaching down with one hand, she fondled the tip, running her finger around and around. “I need to suck you.”
Lifting my head, I allowed my lip to curl, issuing a throaty growl. “Oh, you will.” I licked across to her other nipple, flicking the tip back and forth.
“Oh, God.” She arched her back and wrapped her hand around my shaft, pumping and twisting her hand. The friction was incredible, the singed embers in my body roaring into flames. I was the predator who’d caught his prey, ready to devour her inch by inch.
I licked between her breasts, dragging my tongue up to her jaw then capturing her mouth. She pumped hard and fast, the action making my balls swell. I h
ad to be inside of her. I needed to feel her wet heat wrapped around me.
Veridi eased her hand from my cock, squeezing my balls.
I was unable to take her teasing any longer, rearing back from the kiss and thrusting the entire length of my cock deep inside her hot little pussy. Crawling up onto my knees, I plunged hard and fast, the force pushing her against the bed.
“Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her purring sounds escalated, her body trembling.
“Tight pussy. My pussy.”
A smile crossing her face, she nodded, her face riddled with ecstasy.
My muscles straining, the way her pussy muscles clamped around my thick shaft, drawing me in was my point of sheer ecstasy. I wanted this to last all night, filling every hole with my seed.
She wrapped her hands around my neck, locking her eyes with mine. “Forever.”
The comment only spurred me on, shifting my angle until I knew I was hitting her G-spot.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck!” She tossed her head back and forth, lifting her body off the sheets. “I’m going to come. Can I come? Please?”
I breathed across her face, slowing my pace and forcing one leg up higher.
Screaming, she flailed her arms, panting as her body went wild. “Please!”
“Hold it, my sweet Minx. Wait.” I was forced to hold back my own orgasm, continuing to pump into her. Finally, I could stand it no longer. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”
She slapped her hand against my chest, digging her fingers into my skin. “Yes. Yes... Yes!” Her mouth opened but it was only a silent scream, her entire body shaking as her pussy muscles clamped around me.
I was in agony, my balls ready to burst, but I held back. We would only have this night together. “That’s it. Come again. Come on, baby.”
A laugh bubbled past her lips, her entire body shaking. And she climaxed again. And again. Only when her body went slack, her breasts jiggling from her heavy breathing did I pull back. I flexed my fingers open, rubbing the tips down from her forehead, inching slowly to her neck and chest. “So beautiful.”
“Mmm... You didn’t come.”
“Not yet. I will.” I eased back, staring down at her, the light waning in the room but I could still make out her amazing features, the rise and fall of her chest.
Veridi stretched then curled her legs, shifting until she could rise onto her knees. She cupped my face, nipping my lower lip. “I know what you crave.” Without hesitation, she crawled onto her knees, moving further up on the bed and grabbing the iron posts.
My mind went to so many dark places, the sadistic things I would end up doing to her. But tonight was about passion. After taking a deep breath, I crawled closer, shoving my cock against her bruised ass. “You want my cock in your ass?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You want me to come in your tight little ass?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
I shoved three fingers into her pussy, flexing them open as I plunged in a brutal manner. When they were slickened with her juice, I slid them up to her asshole, ringing her hole before driving them inside. “Fuck, yes!”
She gripped the railing, twisting her hands as she threw back her head. “Fuck me. Shove your cock inside. Please!”
Chuckling in a low-slung fashion, I slipped my cock inside. “You’re hungry.”
“Famished.”
I didn’t waste any time, my cock throbbing to the point I knew I wouldn’t last very long. I gripped her hips, pushing in an inch at a time, my heart racing. I could no longer see, finally closing my eyes and fucking her like a wild animal. Every stroke was brutal, rocketing her forward until the headboard clanged against the wall. I cupped her breast with one hand, rolling her tender nipple between my fingers. She whimpered instantly, her hardened bud extra sensitive from my rugged handling of her.
“Harder,” she muttered, arching her back even more.
I smacked her ass twice as I continued thrusting, my balls swinging to the point of blinding anguish. The moment I pinched her nipple, she cried out in a blissful tone, her entire face pinched.
“You like it rough,” I breathed, twisting her nipple savagely.
“Yes. God, yes.” She panted tiny bursts of air, grinding against me.
“I’m going to tie you, keeping you as mine. Only mine.”
The words seemed to exhilarate her, and she met every fierce plunge with an expression of ecstasy.
“Yes. Yes...” She licked her lips, biting down the moment I eased my hand around her thigh, pinching her clit. “Jesus! Oh, my... God!”
“I’m going to fuck you every morning. Every night.”
“Uh-huh. Yes, sir.”
“And I’ll eat you for breakfast every day.”
“Mmm...”
I rubbed my fingers down her pussy, driving them inside then moving to once again pinch and twist her clit. “Agony and ecstasy.”
“Yes!” Veridi moaned, her fingers turning white from the intensity of her clenching. She glowed in the basking light of the sunset, her porcelain skin seemingly speckled with glitter. I growled, the sound permeating the air and refused to stop, plunging harder. Faster.
Taking her.
Claiming her.
But reality had settled in, forming a hard shell around my heart. Love wasn’t enough. Love could never be enough in the vile and cruel world that I lived in. There was no way of protecting her, not and allow her to live in the way she deserved.
My only choice was to set her free.
How in the hell could I make that difficult choice?
Chapter Thirteen
Veridi
Three a.m. and I was wide awake. Everything was quiet in the house, deathly quiet. A few candles continued flickering, adding an eerie glow across the room. I was still slightly sick to my stomach, forced to face the reality that my acting skills were atrocious. The plan to lie about loving him, gaining his trust then escaping had backfired because... Oh, fuck. I really was falling in love with him. I was shocked at the realization, terrified that I had to be losing my mind, but the truth refused to hide, at least from my own conscience.
I was snuggled in his arms, my thumb rubbing aimlessly across his rippled muscles. I was content, more so than I’d ever been in my life, even relaxed. I’d been abducted by a criminal, a man I’d called a monster more than once and in less than two days afterwards, I’d told him I was falling in love. He’d bought it. Everything was so upside down. I inhaled the scent of his masculinity, all testosterone and fire mixed with the fragrance of several rounds of the most intense sex we’d had yet.
Was I fantasizing about having an actual relationship with a man like Giovanni? Well, I certainly wasn’t anticipating purchasing a wedding dress any time soon, but he’d captured my heart piece by piece. He’d broken through all the walls, stripping away the layers and I was actually happy for the first time in my life.
We’d even shared dinner, enjoying delicious food, talking as couples did, but every question I’d asked about his family he’d refused to answer. He’d peppered me with questions about my work, seeming to enjoy everything I had to say, but there was a distance still between us.
A shield.
I knew he believed the coat of armor was a protection mode, as if opening up about any aspects of his life would taint me somehow. There was remaining shame in the way I felt about him, caring about one of the most ruthless men in the country, but I doubted anyone had ever seen the softer side.
Tender.
Loving.
Playful.
But it was short-lived, yanking me back into the realization that I was living a fantasy.
Shifting, Gio pulled me even closer. I could feel the rapid beating of his heart and sensed he remained on edge. Perhaps that’s what he was required to do at all times, even in his own house. He’d changed in the days I’d known him, but he would never allow me to forget that he was a dangerous man. While he’d left the gun downstairs, I had no down he had an entire arsenal in the house, prepared and rea
dy for his enemies.
He was truly the loneliest man I’d ever known.
“Tell me about your family,” Gio said in the same deep, husky voice that would forever turn me on.
I shouldn’t have mentioned my mother and I’d never intended to, but he had a right to know at least to a point. “There’s just my mother and father, although we’re not close.”
“No brothers or sisters?” He moved his hand to my breast, his index finger keeping my nipple fully erect.
“No. My mother couldn’t have any more children.”
“Are they still in Chicago?”
I lifted my head, glancing into his eyes. “Did you investigate my entire life?”
“That’s what I do, sweet Minx.” He gave me a lift of one eyebrow.
“Ah, yes, for my protection. No, they haven’t been in Chicago for a very long time.”
“What happened to make you so distant?”
“As I said, my mother was very stoic, unemotional. My father told me it’s because of the work they did, but that didn’t matter to a little girl who grew up with a nanny, longing for her mother’s arms.”
“Your parents were rich?” He tweaked my nipple, enough so I moaned.
In return, I punched him playfully in the gut. “No, a perk of the person they worked for, or so I was told. My parents were more like slaves and I never understood why they didn’t leave. Then one day, they took me away from school and my friends, leaving our entire life behind. I never forgave them for that.”
“Jesus. I’m so sorry, baby.” He wrapped his arm around me.
I curled my leg over his. “We were never close after that, my parents always living in the shadows. We moved three times after that and always at a moment’s notice. So, I graduated from high school early, selecting a college that was as far away from them as possible.” I could sense him bristling.
“That’s a shitty way for a child to grow up.”
“They were protecting me. I was told that a thousand times. From what exactly? The big bad wolf?” His breathing became heavier, his chest rising and falling. I moved in order to rest my chin on his chest, narrowing my eyes. “I’m sorry. I know that’s nothing in comparison to the kind of life you had.”