“Help!” I screamed. “Somebody, help me! I’m being attacked!”
“Shut the fuck up,” a voice hissed in my ear. Before I could react, the hand left my shoulder and I heard a hard punch. I whirled around and saw a man dressed all in black, leaning over another man on the ground and threatening him with a fist.
“You leave her alone,” the man in black growled. “You stay the fuck away from this one!”
Before I could react, the man in black grabbed me and dragged me to the side. I cried out in protest but he was strong – even stronger than the first man who had grabbed me – and he tossed me around with ease, like I was a rag doll.
Suddenly I flew through the air. My back slammed hard against a solid brick wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped and coughed and covered my mouth with my hand as a large figure loomed in front of me.
“Hey bitch,” the man said. He grinned. “Long time, no see.”
“Oh my god,” I muttered softly. “It’s you.”
Alessio grinned. “Didn’t think it would be so easy for me to find you, huh?”
That was when everything turned black.
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“Hey, wake up.”
Groggily, I opened my eyes. My head ached, and there was the scent of something strong and faintly alcoholic under my nostrils.
“You’re up,” Alessio said. He grinned in smug satisfaction. I coughed and blinked, glancing around. I tried to lift my hands but they were so heavy – finally, I looked down and realized they were tied together in my lap.
“Why…” I trailed off. My throat was killing me. “What are you doing?”
Alessio smirked. “I’m here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” he said. He raised his eyebrows and gestured towards my ankles.
I groaned when I realized my ankles were taped loosely together. I was sitting on a plush bench.
“We’re in my car,” Alessio said. He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, bitch. I know white limos are tacky. That’s why I only ride in black ones.”
I bit my lip, tasting blood. “How…how long was I out?”
Alessio leaned forward. He shook his head. Somehow, he looked even more handsome and scary than he had before. His dark hair was pushed away from his head with pomade and his dark eyes glittered in the semi dark of the limo. He was wearing a white shirt that made his tan look deep and tropical, and he smelled expensive – like cigars and smoke and cologne.
“It doesn’t matter.” Alessio bared his teeth. He moved closer and I shivered when his hand landed on my shoulder. “The thing that matters is you, girlie. You ain’t gonna say nothin’ against me, now are you?”
I flared my nostrils. “That’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” My heart thumped as fast as a drum.
Alessio grabbed me and pulled me close. A thrill of fear and something else, something moist and hot and unrecognizable, soared through me. Suddenly, I was very aware of his deep, dark eyes.
You hate this man, I thought as I blinked and blushed. You can’t stand him. He murdered your fiancé. You want him dead, don’t you?
“You’d better not,” Alessio growled. His voice sent shivers down my spine…shivers that weren’t entirely from fear. I shivered and tried to pull away but he was too strong and he easily crushed me to his body. I could feel the rhythm of Alessio’s heart pounding beneath his massive, brawny chest.
I realized I wasn’t the only person who was nervous.
For a moment, we stared at each other, holding one another’s gaze. The limo disappeared. New York disappeared. All that was left was Alessio Amoruso and me, nervous little naïve Beth Wilson.
Alessio’s grip loosened but I didn’t move away. When he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, a spark shot between our bodies. Liquid fire replaced the blood in my veins, searing through my body and leaving me unable to breathe. As his tongue pressed into my mouth, I moaned.
Part of me was horrified. Part of me wanted to revolt, to scream and cry and punch Alessio until he stopped touching me. But the other part of me – the dominant part of me – didn’t want him to stop. My lower belly was twitching and shifting with fierce arousal. My clit was as hard as a tiny pebble inside of my panties, and I could feel my pussy juices soaking my thong and dripping down the insides of my thighs. The inside of the limo was filled with a musky scent as Alessio pushed me back.
Moaning, I tried to grab him. I’d almost forgotten that my hands were bound, but somehow that just made me feel even more aroused. Alessio pulled away. He bit my lip until I moaned and tasted blood. When he leaned down to my body and kissed my neck, I thought I would come right there. Finally, he pushed my head backwards and ripped the shirt away from my body. Cool air hit my exposed breasts and I moaned as my nipples stiffened. Alessio ran his hands over me, pinching and prodding and caressing my pale breasts. I’d never had someone touch me like this before, like they owned me. Like I’d always belonged to them, and they were just exerting their power.
We didn’t talk. We didn’t speak as Alessio ripped the rest of my shirt away and tossed it to the side. He grunted and bent over before ripping the tape between my ankles. I spread my legs as far as I could. My skirt rose up high over my belly, exposing my thighs to Alessio’s fierce caresses. When his muscular, calloused hand touched the inside of my thigh, I blushed so hotly that I thought my veins would burst.
Molten lava flowed through my body as Alessio shoved his hand inside of my panties. I was so wet that his hand was instantly covered in my pussy juices, and he shoved two fingers inside of me, beckoning the walls of my pussy in a way that made me gasp and tremble. Alessio rubbed my clit with his thumb until I was screaming with lust. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to fuck me raw, until I couldn’t walk.
My wrists were still bound as Alessio grabbed my hips and flipped me around. My ass felt dangerously exposed and I couldn’t even balance against the seat as Alessio yanked my panties down. I felt his warm breath on the backs of my thighs and I shivered and shoved my ass in his face, desperate for more stimulation. He growled, then dug his hands into the cheeks of my ass and spread me apart until I was blushing furiously against the seat. When I felt Alessio’s tongue licking a wet trail from my asshole down to my pussy, I screamed and moaned and thrust my hips into the air like a bitch in heat.
Alessio grunted again. He moved away and I heard the snapping of his belt. When he looped the strap of leather around my neck and gently tugged, I moaned. Not being able to breathe deeply made the sensations rushing through my body seem more powerful than ever before, and I gasped and choked as Alessio tightened his grip.
When his cock slid inside of my pussy from behind, I screamed in pleasure. I couldn’t maneuver around to see Alessio from the front, but his cock was big and thick. It filled me completely, in a way that Michael never had. Alessio began slamming his hips against mine, savagely fucking me as he pressed me against the back of the limo seat.
Pleasure exploded in my body and I moved and moaned and cried out for more. Alessio must have taken my cries as struggle, and he tightened the belt around my neck. Gasping for air, I felt my lower belly tense and spasm and shake. Alessio reached a hand around my body and started rubbing my clit until tears of pleasure and lust came to my eyes. Every time his thumb grazed my swollen nub of pleasure, I moaned and cried and bit my lip. Soon, actual tears were streaming down my face. I could barely breathe as Alessio humped me faster and faster. His cock slid in and out of my soaked pussy and I could feel his balls slamming against my clit with each thrust.
“God,” I screamed loudly. It felt so fucking good that I could hardly stand it. My whole body was buzzing and tingling with the most insane pleasure that I’d ever felt before, and I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t even move my hands – I was rooted to the spot, leashed like a bitch in heat while the most powerful man in New York City fucked my brains out.
A feeling started to rise in my belly and I whimpered, thrusting my hips back and forth. Alessio p
inched and rubbed my clit harder than ever. His teeth clamped down on the back of my shoulder and I moaned with pleasure as a fierce orgasm began to tear through my body. It felt like a tidal wave of pleasure was cresting over my head, like someone was gripping me relentlessly and refusing to let go.
Alessio’s cock spasmed inside of me. I could feel his cum splashing the inside of my pussy, coating me with lust. He groaned and grunted with pleasure, biting me hard enough to break the skin. I screamed as our bodies slid and moved together against the back seat.
For a few moments, the air was silent and heavy with the scent of my arousal and Alessio’s sweat. Then he grabbed me and flipped me on my back. Between my legs was raw and stinging, but I couldn’t help wanting more – my clit was still swollen and begging for more attention. Alessio grinned at me. He reached forward and grabbed my wrists, ripping the tape with one easy motion.
When my wrists were freed, it was like the spell was broken. Immediately, I blushed and began to tear up, horrified and guilt over what had just happened. I yanked my skirt down to cover my ass and grabbed my ruined shirt, shielding my bare breasts.
Alessio smirked. “So,” he said. “You ain’t gonna be testifying against me.” Naked, he looked like a Roman god – all muscles and cock and shining body.
“I can’t say that,” I said shakily. I licked my lips and cleared my throat, still shaking from the powerful orgasm that had just rocked my world. “I can’t agree.”
Alessio sneered. “Oh yeah?” He got close to my face and I shivered. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him close, but everything in me was telling me to get away from him as soon as possible.
Alessio’s dangerous, I thought as I gasped for air. He’s dangerous. He practically raped me! And it doesn’t matter that I enjoyed it, I thought. He had Michael killed. What will he do to me?
“Fine,” Alessio said. He raised his eyebrows. “But just know, girlie – I’ll be watching you. And you’ll make the right decision.”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “We’ll see about that,” I said warily. “We’ll just see about that.”
Chapter Fourteen
Alessio
That night, Silvio came over with a case of champagne, six bottles of bourbon, and a whole truckload of strippers and escorts that he’d picked up from New Jersey. In seconds, my house turned into a wild party.
I didn’t exactly feel like celebrating, but I figured it was my duty to the family to remain as fucking upbeat and perky as I could.
“This ain’t gonna be my last time as a free man,” I growled to Silvio. A girl walked by in nothing but a G-string and pasties. Her breasts swung in the air and my cock twitched, but once she was gone, I forgot all about her.
“Okay, boss,” Silvio said. He shook his head and drank half a flute of champagne in one mouthful. “You enjoyin’ yourself?”
I looked around. Seven months ago, I would have been balls deep in one of those girls, fucking and sucking and guzzling bourbon until the wee hours of the morning. But tonight, they just weren’t doing it for me. They looked like old whores, tired and wearing too much makeup.
“You couldn’t get any younger girls?” I sniffed. “These bitches are all hags, Sil.”
Silvio chuckled. “Boss, I know you’re a man of exquisite taste,” he said. “But trust me – these girls, they don’t come cheap. I paid a tidy sum for these cunts, so I hope you enjoy.” Silvio snapped his fingers until two of the girls looked up. “Hey, entertain Mr. Amoruso!”
The two girls skittered over like excited puppies. One of them was blonde, with obvious dark roots showing on her head. She was wearing blue eye shadow, fake lashes, and a blue bikini. Her tits were practically bursting out of the top, and I smirked when I saw her lick her lips and run her hands down her body.
The other girl was hotter. She was a brunette, with blue eyes and kind of an innocent look about her. She almost reminded me of Beth, that little girl I’d fucked in my limo the other day. Hold up, I thought. Beth ain’t just a little girl. She’s dangerous. She could ruin my fucking life.
I knew that I’d have to deal with her at some point, but I didn’t know how. Obviously, I could kill her. But since I was already halfway to being on the hook for killing her fiancé, I knew my doorstep was the first place New York Police would think to look.
And besides, she was the best fuck I’d had in years. I could tell that she’d wanted it the whole time. Her hot little body had been supple and tense and she’d been wetter than Niagara Falls by the time I slid my cock inside that perfect, pink pussy. Just thinking about the way she’d tasted was enough to make my balls ache with lust.
“What do you want us to do?” The blonde simpered and giggled, grabbing the brunette by the shoulders.
Silvio chuckled. “Hear that, boss? They wanna make sure you get a real good show.” He turned to the blonde and beckoned with his hand. “Why not give your friend a nice little kiss,” he said. “Make sure to use your tongue.”
The blonde giggled. She pulled the brunette close and wrapped her skinny arms around the brunette’s shoulders. Their mouths came together and their tongues touched before their lips did. I watched, semi-interested, as the blonde got down on her knees. She winked at me and blushed as she tugged her blue bikini away, leaving an airbrushed body that was so basic it was boring. The blonde leaned close to the brunette and pulled her shirt off before bending her head and licking at her nipples.
I rolled my eyes. “Enough,” I said. “You might have better luck performing for old Sil, here.” I tapped Silvio on the shoulder. “Why not take these honeys into the back room?”
Silvio frowned. “Boss, you sure?” He could hardly tear his eyes away from the fake lesbian spectacle in front of us.
I nodded. “Never been more sure,” I grunted. “These bitches ain’t doin’ it for me, not tonight.”
Silvio grinned. “Come on, girls,” he said. “Let’s go someplace a little more…private.” The girls giggled and squealed as they followed him through my house, their heels clicking on the marble floors.
I sighed and took a snifter of bourbon off the table. It smelled good – expensive, woody, and smoky, just the way I liked. I closed my eyes and savored the taste, wishing that I was tasting Beth Wilson’s pussy just one more time.
Chapter Fifteen
Beth
In the end, I had to call Detective Aberson and tell him that I wouldn’t be able to make it in that day. To be honest, I couldn’t have done much of anything – I was feeling both shocked and horrified at what had happened. I couldn’t believe that I’d had sex with Alessio Amoruso. It didn’t seem real – almost like a bad dream…albeit, a bad dream that still made me come harder than I ever had before in my life.
As I slowly trudged home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Alessio had taken me. How he’d ripped my clothes off. How he’d made me want to be fucked like I’d never been fucked before in my life. When I recalled the sensation of his tongue lapping at my asshole and pussy, I shivered so violently that I thought I would fall over.
I knew that I could never tell Heather. No matter how sex positive and open she claimed to be, she’d think that I was a crazy slut. And maybe I was – maybe I had acted like a crazy slut. That’s what Michael would think, I realized with dismay as I let myself into my apartment. He’d think I’d completely lost my mind. He’d think that I made a horrible decision.
But even worse than the disbelief was the guilt. I hated to think that I’d only slept with two men in my life – and one of them had killed the other! It made me feel like I was in a real soap opera.
Still, when I looked at my bruised mouth and shoulder in the mirror, hot arousal pumped through my veins and I shivered. Thankfully, Heather wasn’t home. I decided to take a bath.
This will be like my cleansing of Alessio, I thought as I ran hot water and slipped into the tub. I made sure the water was hot enough to burn my skin and turn me pink all over. This way, I never have to think about w
hat I did ever again. It was a freak thing, and I’m never going to let myself have that lapse in judgment ever again.
Being naked made me feel sensual. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the water, letting my arms float. My wrists were only slightly bruised from the tape, but I burned red with shame when I realized how much I’d liked being taped up during sex. I hadn’t been able to move, I wouldn’t have been able to push Alessio away…even if I’d wanted to.
Before I knew what was happening, I’d slipped into a sensual, wet dream.
“You look very sexy, Beth,” Alessio growled. He slid a finger down my breasts and circled my areola until I was gasping and wriggling with pleasure. Alessio pinched my nipple between his fingers and I cried out as a hot bolt of lust surged through my body.
All I could do was moan. I was tied up with my legs spread wide apart. My thighs ached and my muscles trembled as I hung suspended in the chill air of the room. Alessio walked around me, dressed in a black suit, holding a riding crop.
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