by Bella J.
“No way. I told you, just once, and you agreed.”
“Yeah, well, that was before.”
“Before what?”
He didn’t bother buttoning up his pants, the trail of dark hair disappearing behind the zipper of his jeans. Ugh, that “V.” Those prominent, sexy as hell clefts were beckoning me to spread my legs—again. Can someone say “slut?”
He strolled toward me, confidence oozing out of him like venom, poison I knew was lethal—for me, anyway.
“Before I knew how fucking amazing it would feel to be buried so deep inside your pussy, having your walls close in around me as you squeeze my cock for every ounce of your pleasure.”
Oh, come on! Dirty talk? I was a damn sucker for dirty talk.
I swallowed hard as he stepped right up to me, his eyes studying my face while that familiar electricity crackled between us. It was insane how whenever we were around each other, the air was laden with sexual tension. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him again. The way my body felt under his touch, the way he managed to set my insides on fire just by breathing against my skin was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. When he pushed his cock inside me earlier, I stopped breathing. With a single thrust, he managed to hit the one spot that made every muscle inside my body tense up. I had to take a moment to allow my body to adjust to him, to let the intensity of feeling him so deep inside me, stretching me to the limit gradually spread through my core. It felt too damn powerful.
He reached up and tucked a curl behind my ear, sending a wave of the most amazing chills down my spine. “Admit it, princess. You want it to happen again just as much as I do,” he cocked a brow, “or more.”
If he weren’t so damn hot, and the best lay I’d ever had, his arrogance would have been extremely unattractive. But, unfortunately, he was both those things, which was why I was currently clenching my thighs again…while still feeling the traces of my recent, mind shattering orgasm between my legs.
“Don’t call me princess.”
He grinned. “Oh, that’s right. You have a thing for people thinking you’re a princess.”
I crossed my arms defensively. “A thing? What are you, twelve?”
“Did I feel twelve when I pushed my cock inside you, when you told me I was big?” He slanted his head, his inky black hair a complete mess, yet damn perfect.
I cleared my throat uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensual pull between us. Thinking about what it felt like, being impaled by his huge cock, had my heart jackhammering inside my chest, and my body aching for more—which was a bad thing. It was so damn wrong wanting more of him, wanting to feel him inside me again, but, by God, I couldn’t stop the desire from pooling between my legs as I stood there looking at him, wishing he would grab me, bend me over, and do with me whatever the hell he wanted.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
Lorik lifted an arm, and my torn underwear hung from his finger. “You need this?”
“Well, since you tore it to shreds, no.”
He winked at me. “Good.” He tucked the black panties in his pants pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m keeping them.”
“Why?”
He moved forward and towered over me. “I’m keeping them until next time.”
“Lorik,” I lightly pushed against his chest, “there’s not going to be a next time.”
His lips curved into a grin. “We’ll see.” Those dark eyes of his glanced down at my mouth, and he licked his lips like he was dying to taste me again. I was dying to taste him again. It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes since he fucked me into the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I was already craving more.
He stepped closer, and I knew I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. His gaze had me pinned right there on the spot, and I was unable to tear myself away from him. Why? Because I don’t want to.
With a leisurely stroke, he moved his hand up my side, over the swell of my breast, and I was just standing there, not even attempting to move. His gaze followed the movement of his hand while his fingertip circled my nipple, and all I could do was stare at his face, watch as his hunger for me intensified with every passing second.
He looked up at me, and the instant our eyes met, something incredibly intense passed between us, a startling yet amazing moment that caused my heart to flutter inside my chest and my core to tighten.
What the hell is happening?
Lorik reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back, exposing my throat.
“What are you doing?” I swallowed hard.
“Shhh.” When I felt his warm lips and wet tongue against my skin, kissing up my throat, I whimpered. My body demanded more. There was no way I could control it, the need he so expertly stirred in me. It was no use pretending this man didn’t have some kind of hold over my body and my mind. Every touch, every kiss, every moment with him was deep, passionate, and extremely dangerous.
The way I felt around him scared and excited me at the same time. Scared because he made me feel things I had no business feeling. Excited because holy shit, it was wild and reckless and everything I craved.
With his lips kissing up and down my neck, his warm breath dancing across my skin, I couldn’t care less that I was breaking another rule. I was the daughter of a notorious mafia boss. He was the cop with a huge sign around his neck saying “forbidden in every goddamn way.” He was out to destroy my father, to bring down our family, yet here I was allowing him to kiss me after he had already fucked me within an inch of my life.
He licked against the skin of my throat, and I grabbed his shoulders to keep myself from falling into a puddle of lust. Everything he did—the way he touched me, kissed me, the way he moved against me—felt like he had already taken ownership of me, and I’d given it to him. Willingly.
Right now, it didn’t feel like I had a choice since my body’s desire for him was far stronger than my need to fight him. In fact, I didn’t want to fight him…unless he asked me to, in the sexiest, kinkiest way possible.
“You smell so good,” he whispered while he traced his nose up the side of my neck, his grip tightening. He moved his mouth across my jaw until his lips were hovering over mine. “But you taste even better.” He took my mouth with his, and I expected him to kiss me hard, to ravish my mouth—but he didn’t. Instead, his lips moved gently, our tongues lapping against one another. I could feel his warm breath against my lips and still smelled a hint of the alcohol he had earlier. All the while he continued to tease me, gradually coaxing me into surrender, leaving me without the strength to fight it.
His wild spice scent wafted over me, and mixed with the smell of sex that was swirling around us, it was intoxicating. My body was no longer mine—it was his. He had already claimed it, and he was about to claim it again. Within the span of a few hours, he had become like a drug to me, like cocaine, and all I wanted to do was get high on him over and over and over again.
But I couldn’t. This had already gone too far.
“Lorik.” I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip behind my neck. “We can’t,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. The need inside me was too strong. It was overthrowing every rational thought, weakening my resolve to stop this from going any further. It felt too good…he felt too damn good.
“Oh, yes, we can, princess.” His tongue traced the outline of my lips while his other hand moved up the inside of my thigh. “Don’t fool yourself by thinking this was only a one-time deal. We are going to fuck again. Do you know why, Karina?”
I closed my eyes as his lips moved from mine, up my jaw.
“Why?”
He pressed his lips against my ear. “Because your pussy was made for me.” He slid a finger between my legs, finding my entrance, and I moaned while my legs weakened. I felt his mouth curve into a smile against my cheek.
“You see, Karina? I fucked you less than an hour ago, and you’re al
ready soaking wet for me again.” He pushed a finger inside me, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders, spreading my legs wider. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock inside you again.” He continued to work his finger in and out of me. “Tell me you don’t want to have me inside you while you come.”
“Lorik.” I breathed, and I moaned when he pulled his finger out of me. Chills wracked through my body when I heard the sound of his zipper. God, the anticipation and desire threatened to incinerate me into nothing but ash. My body longed to be completely consumed by him, to belong to him just one more time. I was sure my body would be able to survive on his touch alone. Screw water and fuck food when you could have Lorik for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
He grabbed my waist, pulled me hard against him, and jerked my leg up. His gaze locked on mine while he reached between us, hunger swirling around his dark irises.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
The tip of his cock slipped through my slit, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips in search of more.
He dragged his cock all the way to my entrance. “Or you can tell me to fuck you.”
“Lorik, please.”
“Which will it be…princess?”
Oh, how he mocks me.
“Tell me what you want.” He moved his hips, pushing the head of his cock inside me, and all my resolve, the sliver of resistance I probably never even had to begin with, shattered.
“Oh, God.” I threw my head back and gave in. “Fuck me.”
“Good choice.” With a hard thrust, he penetrated me, pushing so damn deep my body started to shake. It wasn’t as painful as it was the first time. It was like my body recognized him and immediately adjusted to his size, welcoming him inside me. He pulled out, then slammed back into me, my spine nothing but chills of sensation. The more he moved inside me, the weaker I got.
“Lorik, I can’t stay up.”
“I got you, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me, hoisted me up, and carried me down the hall. His cock was buried to the hilt inside me when we dropped onto his bed, and I welcomed the soft sheets against my back. The feel of his hard body on top of mine sent me into a flurry of lust and desire as I welcomed him between my legs.
With his expert hands, he cupped my breast and pinched my nipple between his fingers. I arched my back and cried out as the pleasure blasted through every inch of my body. It left nothing untouched. There wasn’t a single part of me that wasn’t on fire.
“I told you this would happen again.” He took my nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping against my flesh. “Nothing that feels this fucking good can only happen once.”
I raked my nails down his back, and his moan vibrated against my breast. My womb, my core, my goddamn mind screamed for release, and I moved my hips, taking him deeper.
My nipple slipped out of his mouth with a pop. “Fuck!” He grabbed my hip and pushed down, making it impossible for me to move. “You need to keep still.”
“I can’t.” I tried to move again, but he only gripped my hip harder.
“Jesus, Karina!”
“I need you deeper.”
“Goddammit.” He pulled out, sat up, grabbed my other hip and flung me around onto my stomach. “Get on your knees.”
I did without any hesitation. I was too far gone, and I’d already lost every shred of control I had.
He slapped his palms against my ass cheeks and spread me wide open. “You want me deeper?”
“Yes.”
“What my princess wants, my princess gets.” Without warning, he slammed into me, the pain and pleasure shooting up my spine.
“Oh, God.”
With relentless thrusts, he pounded into me, pushing me forward until I could no longer keep myself up. My cheek was plastered to the sheets, and he wrapped his arm around my waist until his finger found the one spot guaranteed to throw me over the edge.
“You like that? You like feeling me deep inside you?”
Moaning out loud was the only answer I could give him because my body was already climbing toward its release.
He leaned over my back and cupped my breast in his palm while his other hand continued its onslaught between my legs. With every thrust, he went harder, deeper, until I could feel my walls closing in around him.
“God, Karina. You’re close. I can feel it.”
With a few fast and hard flicks of his finger, I splintered into a million pieces. The climax that tore through me crashed against every bone of my body, and I cried out, unable to keep it all contained. It was too much, too powerful, causing me to shake from the pressure.
“Holy shit,” he muttered behind me. “It feels so fucking good, feeling you come around my cock.”
The more he pounded into me, the longer my orgasm lingered, threatening to break me in half. Soon, he started to chase his own release as he straightened behind me. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and the sound of our bodies slapping together resonated around us.
“Fuck me, this is insane,” he gritted out, slapping my ass and losing all control as he started to ride me so damn hard and fast, it felt like he was about to rip me in two.
Finally, he pulled out, and I felt the warmth of his climax shoot across my back. We both collapsed onto the mattress, completely spent. I didn’t have an ounce of energy left, and judging by his ragged breathing, neither did he. It took me a good few minutes before I was able to open my eyes and look at him lying beside me on his back, his arm over his face.
What happened to just once? The one and only rule I made, we managed to break within the span of an hour.
He lifted his arm from his face and looked at me. “You okay?”
“No.”
“Liar.” He looked up at the ceiling, and I pushed up on my arms.
“I’m not okay, Lorik. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
He snorted. “Which one? The first fuck, or the second one?”
I slapped him on the chest. “It’s not funny.”
“Oh, come on.” He turned on his side, his dark eyes filled with mischief. “We’re having fun. Just go with it.”
“It’s not that simple.” I moved and got off the bed, taking the sheet and wrapping it around me.
“Why? Because you’re the daughter of a mafia boss, and I’m a cop?”
I pulled my hand through my hair as I paced his room, clutching the sheet between my fingers. “You say that like it’s no big deal.”
He sat up. “So, you are the daughter of a mafia boss?”
I paused and glared at him. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
“What?”
“You’re doing that whole reverse psychology thing on me, trying to get me to admit my father is a criminal.”
His dark eyebrows slanted inward. “Is he?”
“Lorik!”
“Okay, okay.” He got up and walked around the bed toward me. “Let’s be straight. I know who your father is and what he does.”
I scoffed. “That makes one of us.”
He placed his arms on my shoulders. “But let me tell you this.” He locked his gaze on mine. “While I had my cock inside you, none of that shit mattered. You weren’t Karina Valenti, the mafia princess.”
“Then who was I?”
He bit his bottom lip and glanced to the side before looking back at me. “You were Karina Valenti, the woman I know I’m never going to be able to get enough of.”
I struggled to swallow as my chest tightened, loud warning bells sounding inside my head. “And now? Who am I now, Lorik?”
He removed his hands from my shoulders and gave a step back, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a long, awkward pause before he finally answered. “I don’t know.”
I couldn’t say his answer surprised me, but it did send a heavy wave of disappointment through my chest. Why, I didn’t know. It wasn’t like I expected anything from him after what we just did—twice. It wasn’t like he owed me anything, or vice versa. Like I told him earlier,
what happened wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place, so why would I feel disappointed?
I straightened, steeling myself against any unwelcome feelings. “Well, don’t waste your time trying to figure it out, okay?”
Deciding I needed to leave, I turned and stomped down the hall, leaving him behind in the bedroom. I would have loved to be able to just pull my dress on and leave, but after what happened—twice—I was in desperate need of a clean-up.
“Can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure. It’s—”
“I know where it is.” I noticed it when he was carrying my horny ass to his bed.
After a quick clean-up, I was dressed and walking into his living room. He was sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, clutching his hands in front of him.
“Don’t look so grim, Detective.”
He took a deep breath before rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. “I’m everything but grim.”
“Well, good, then.” I sauntered past him, and as I reached for the door handle, he came up behind me, reaching over my shoulder and pushing his hand against the door.
He leaned closer, his breath skidding across my neck. “Tomorrow.”
“Excuse me?”
He pushed his body up against mine, and I closed my eyes, struggling to breathe.
“I want to see you tomorrow.”
I grabbed the door handle. “You’re insane.”
He wrapped his hand around mine, keeping me from opening the door. “Tell me I’ll see you tomorrow.” His lips grazed my naked shoulder, and I shuddered.
“Technically,” I started, sounding out of breath, “it’s already tomorrow. So, you’re asking if you can see me later?”
“Are you a smart ass?”
“Far from it. If I was smart, I never would have come here in the first place, and we never would have done this.”
“But you did, and we did do it. Twice.”
“Yes…we did.”
I leaned my head to the side, giving him more access to kiss up my neck until he reached my ear. “And we’re going to do it again, princess,” he took my earlobe and sucked it into his mouth before letting it go, “very soon.”
I gasped at the promise of being with him again. My body was already craving it, hanging on to the anticipation of having him inside me again. Apparently, this man had the power to turn me into a little tramp.