Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance)

by Phoenix Daniels

  “Can I get you a glass of wine?” Gianni asked, interrupting her assessment of his home.

  “Yes. Please,” she responded as she walked across the lighted patterns on the floor to sit on the sofa.

  Gianni walked over to a mini wine cellar and pulled out a bottle of white wine. Natasha watched his every move as he opened the bottle and filled glasses for them both. He was pure unadulterated sex. A thought occurred to Natasha that surely someone as gorgeous as Gianni had a harem of women to choose from. She decided that she had no intention of joining the pack.

  Gianni handed Natasha a glass and sat dangerously close to her. She knew that resisting him would be next to impossible, but she would have to deprive her body’s sexual desires in order to protect her heart.

  That’s it; she’d made her decision. Natasha took a sip from her glass and sat it on the coffee table. Because Gianni was practically irresistible, Natasha was fighting a battle from within. The horny woman inside of her wanted to rip Gianni’s clothes off and jump on his dick.

  “Gianni, thank you for dinner. It was delicious,” she said while standing to her feet.

  Gianni’s expression was confusion, by Natasha’s abrupt decision to leave. He narrowed his eyes and stared into Natasha’s as if he was attempting to read her mind.

  “You’re leaving?”

  “Yeah. I gotta go. I’ll just grab a cab,” Natasha said as she moved toward the elevator.

  Gianni stood and watched Natasha as she pushed the button to summon the elevator. Because Natasha could feel Gianni’s eye’s burning into her, she was relieved when the doors instantly opened. She stepped in and turned to see Gianni.

  “Goodnight,” Natasha said with a smile.

  Instead of responding, Gianni smiled wickedly.

  Damn! He’s beautiful, she thought to herself.

  Natasha watched as Gianni disappeared from her sight as the doors slowly closed.

  She fell back against the mirrored elevator wall and inhaled sharply. Exhaling a slow-calming breath, Natasha tried to figure out if she’d won something by escaping Gianni. If so, then why did she feel as though she’d lost out? After all, Natasha hadn’t had sex in two years. Not since Brian, the fireman that she dated for over a year. Their relationship had begun to get serious; that is until she confessed that she was unable to have children. Brian politely dumped her, married another woman, and had three children. Natasha didn’t blame him, simply, because he knew what he wanted out of life, and it was what she couldn’t give him; children. Although Natasha was almost positive that children with her was the last thing on Gianni’s mind. She saw the way that he looked adoringly at Jasmine. He’d eventually marry another and have children. Yes, Natasha thought that she was definitely doing the right thing by getting the hell out of there. Too bad her body didn’t agree. It begged for Gianni’s touch. Her nipples were hard, her panties were wet, and her pussy was throbbing.

  Steering her thoughts from her body’s disagreement with her sensible decision to flee from Gianni, Natasha realized that she hadn’t pushed the button to go down.

  Natasha pressed the button for the lobby.

  Nothing.

  Natasha pushed the button again.

  Still nothing.

  She tried pushing other buttons, but the elevator wasn’t moving. The doors opened slowly, and Gianni appeared. He stood in front of Natasha with a predatory expression. Black silky hair flopped over his left brow. His bright green eyes had darkened to a smoldering emerald shade. Natasha tore her eyes away from his and allowed them to roam his body. Gianni was barefoot and tightly clutching his necktie in his hand. His shirt was unbuttoned, and she had a clear view of his chiseled six pack and the tattoo that covered one side of his torso.

  “Natasha, did you for one minute think that I had any intention of letting you run away from me?” Though full of lust, Gianni’s tone almost seemed like anger.

  Natasha stood speechless in the small confines of the elevator, where there was no escaping her desire. As Gianni stalked toward Natasha, she tried to remind herself of why she’d tried to escape in the first place. But as Gianni got closer, her body instantly reacted. Her nipples hardened even more and couldn’t be concealed by neither her bra nor her dress.

  Natasha closed her eyes and attempted to gather strength. She took a deep breath and exhaled. But, when she opened her eyes, Gianni was within arm’s reach.

  Natasha slowly raised her head to look him eye to eye and instantly, without words, Gianni forcefully pushed her back against the elevator wall and slammed his lips against hers.

  Okay, fuck it! I give.

  When Gianni licked Natasha’s bottom lip, her tongue sought his. He tasted of mint and expensive wine. He was intoxicating. Gianni used his foot to nudge Natasha’s feet apart. A moan involuntarily escaped her throat when Gianni bent his knees and forcefully ground his hard dick against her covered pussy. Natasha dropped her purse and attempted to wrap her arms around Gianni’s neck, but he grabbed both of her wrists and forced her hands above her head. He successfully secured both of her small wrists with one large hand. Gianni deepened their kiss, and his tongue commanded Natasha. Her knees became weak, and her pussy began to ache, begging to be penetrated.

  “Gianni, please,” she begged into his mouth.

  Gianni swiftly, and without warning, ended their kiss, causing her to whimper from the loss. He looked Natasha in the eye as she knew that she must have looked like a dog begging for a bone. And yet, she begged for more.

  “Please.”

  Gianni slowly lowered his gaze and toured the length of her body. He used his free hand to untie the string that secured her dress. He spread the fabric, exposing her lacy black bra and panties. Gianni ran his free hand over her covered nipple, causing them both to tingle and harden even more. He slid his hand down her stomach and around her hip. He possessively groped her ass. He seemed to be studying her body intently, which caused Natasha to become impatient. She pushed her hips from the wall and attempted to thrust her lower body into his. And when she tried to free her wrists, Gianni’s eyes returned to Natasha’s. He tightened his hold on her wrists and pushed her hips against the wall. He hooked his fingers into the crotch of her panties and ripped them completely off.

  Gianni tossed her panties into his penthouse and began his assault on Natasha’s soaking wet pussy. He pinched her throbbing clit with his thumb and index finger, causing her body to jerk. Gianni inserted one, then two fingers into her canal and slowly finger fucked her. Natasha’s head fell against the mirrored wall, and she shamelessly called out his name.

  Gianni, with fingers covered in Natasha’s arousal, reached up and pulled down both cups of Natasha’s bra, freeing her breasts. A shiver ran through her as air kissed her nipples. Gianni lowered his head and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth as his fingers returned to her begging core. He massaged the hardened bundle of nerves with his thumb while simultaneously hooking two fingers into her pussy, pressing against her G–spot. Natasha suppressed a scream as he took her to the edge. With her hands locked securely above her head, she had no escape from the delicious torture that Gianni inflicted.

  Natasha’s legs began to tremble as she tried desperately to push against his fingers. Gianni closed his lips over her nipple and flicked his tongue. Natasha thrashed from side to side, as she chased her orgasm. Just before she reached her peak, Gianni suddenly withdrew his fingers. Natasha froze, utterly frustrated. Was Gianni punishing her for leaving? Would he leave her unsatisfied?

  “On my cock,” he ordered as he locked eyes with Natasha. He brought his fingers to her lips and ran his index finger seductively across her bottom lip.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  Natasha, without breaking eye contact, hungrily sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting her own arousal. Gianni’s pupils dilated, and he quickly removed his fingers from her mouth. He lowered his hand and worked his belt and the button of his slacks. He retrieved a condom from his pocket and yanked hi
s pants down, along with his boxers. Natasha glanced at his massive rock–hard dick and gasped. She looked up at Gianni to find him donning a confident smirk. Gianni brought the condom wrapper to his mouth and tore into it with his teeth. He removed the condom and spit the wrapper to the floor. Natasha looked down, excited by the thought of Gianni’s huge steel dick slicing through her pussy.

  He lifted her by the ass and Natasha eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Gianni reached under Natasha and rolled the condom over his hard–on. Once completely sheathed, he reached up and unwrapped his necktie with his other hand. He held the tie in his hand as he guided himself into the mouth of Natasha’s pussy. Natasha unsuccessfully tried desperately to slide down on his dick. But Gianni wrapped the necktie around Natasha’s neck, twisted it around his hand, and tightened the grip. Natasha’s eyes widened, but she didn’t fear him. Her lust was inconsolable. In one swift thrust, Gianni shoved his entire length into her wet begging pussy.

  Natasha’s scream was cut short when he tightened his grip on the necktie. Gianni allowed Natasha to adjust to his size before he began a slow, deep rock into her body. Natasha was completely imprisoned by the lock that he had on her wrists and the tie around her neck. As Gianni forcefully thrust in and out of her, all remnants of shy Natasha were gone as she screamed without remorse. Gianni fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes. It hurt so good as she stretched to accommodate him.

  “So good, baby... So fucking good,” he moaned into her ear.

  Gianni sped his pace, causing Natasha to pant uncontrollably.

  “Oh God! Harder! Gianni, fuck me harder!”

  Gianni tightened his grip on the tie, restricting Natasha’s breath, and obliged her demand. He slammed his dick into her pussy repeatedly, causing her back to slap against the wall of the elevator, until she had no choice but to cum or pass out. She threw her head back, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She had never experienced such unapologetic, dirty, raw, sex in her life.

  “Umm... Umm... Ugh! Cumming,” was all she could manage through the choke hold.

  She became light–headed and right before she completely exploded, Gianni released the necktie, Natasha gasped for air as he beast fucked her against the wall. Natasha’s pussy throbbed as he rocked her through her orgasm.

  Gianni released her wrists and gripped her ass with both hands, and his strokes became frantic. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.

  Their bodies became slippery as their sweat intermingled.

  “You don’t run from me! Do you fucking hear me? You don’t run!”

  Natasha was spent, but she could feel another orgasm building within her.

  He ordered with deliberate strokes, “Say it.”

  “I won’t run, Gianni,” she panted.

  His aggressive strokes and demanding words sent Natasha over the edge for the second time. She lost all control of her body, and her pussy greedily clenched his dick. Gianni delivered one last stroke that made Natasha feel as if she was being choked all over again, before he completely stilled. His dick throbbed as he emptied his seed into the condom.

  Still breathing heavenly, he moaned, “Oh fuck... Fuck... Natasha... Sweet, Natasha.”

  Her legs shook violently around his waist. Gianni held Natasha’s body close until his orgasm subsided, and he began to soften inside of her. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled his clean and masculine scent.

  Gianni slowly lowered Natasha to the floor, making sure that she remained steady on her feet. Natasha’s hands slid from his neck to his chest. She rubbed his solid chest and ran her fingers across the large tattoo. It was a cross wrapped in a flag that was half American and half Italian. Gianni swiped away the strands of hair that were stuck to Natasha’s sweaty forehead. He placed his hands to the side of her face and raised her head. Gianni softly kissed her lips and took a step back to pull up his slacks. Natasha adjusted the cups of her bra and grabbed the strings to tie her dress. Gianni grabbed her hands.

  “Leave it,” he said before bending to retrieve her purse and the condom wrapper from the elevator floor.

  Natasha stood over him with her dress open. Gianni’s tie was still wrapped around her neck, and she didn’t feel the least bit self–conscious. She felt relief. For so long, Natasha had been depriving herself of something so deliciously wonderful. Gianni had given her something that she’d never experienced before; unadulterated passion.

  Gianni grabbed Natasha’s hand and led her into his penthouse. He turned a small key that was inserted into a lock under the call button. He pushed the button, and the elevator doors closed and Natasha realized exactly how Gianni had trapped her in the elevator.

  Natasha allowed Gianni to lead her through his penthouse, she looked up toward the ceiling, and there was a well-lit body of water flowing above their heads.

  There was a swimming pool on the second floor. She’d never seen anything so elaborate.

  Still holding Natasha’s hand, Gianni assisted her down the stairs. He turned on the light, and what Natasha saw took her breath away. The entire lower level was a huge bedroom. The walls were the same silver color as the first floor, except for the blood red accent wall. A massive bed with a shiny metal headboard rested against the red wall. It was covered with a gorgeous charcoal duvet, with an intricate pattern of red roses, and matching pillows. To the right there was a set of closed double doors that Natasha assumed was a bathroom and a large sliding door that was made of frosted glass, obviously a closet. Just outside of the doors was a Jacuzzi big enough to hold ten people and an open shower that made Natasha think of the rainforest.

  The room smelled of fresh roses since there were elaborate vases filled with red roses on the dresser, night stand, and sitting area that sat in front of the floor to ceiling window.

  Gianni walked Natasha to the sitting area and urged her to have a seat on a plush red love seat. He went over to the shower and turned the water on. After adjusting the water, Gianni stood back and removed what remained of his clothing. Naked Gianni almost caused a tear to fall from Natasha’s eye. She was doomed. No man should be this fucking unbelievably perfect. Without his clothing, Natasha could see that he didn’t have just one tattoo. The entire left side of his torso was covered, including his entire arm.

  Her eyes roamed his big sexy body without shame. She openly ogled him, and she didn’t mind one bit that he noticed. And he did notice, because he glided his hand down the soft trimmed hair that framed the biggest dick that Natasha had ever seen. Gianni slowly stroked the length of his semi–hard dick that still couldn’t be covered with his very large hand. Soon Natasha would need a Kleenex to wipe the drool from her chin, so she returned her attention to his face, but his gorgeous eyes and seductive smile didn’t aid Natasha one bit in her effort to not drool on the throw rug that was beneath her.

  “Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

  Natasha stood and peeled the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to the love seat. A groan escaped Gianni’s throat, and his eyes narrowed in appreciation. His dick grew larger. His breathing became harsh, judging by the way his chest rose and fell. Watching Gianni’s body react to her had Natasha too, tingling all over.

  Natasha reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She removed the straps from her shoulders and slowly peeled it from her breasts, never breaking eye contact with Gianni.

  “Shower with me,” he said while stretching his hand to Natasha.

  Natasha stepped out of her shoes and retrieved a ponytail holder from her purse.

  She quickly placed her hair into a high bun and joined Gianni in the shower.

  Natasha’s strained muscles instantly relaxed under the hot water. Gianni wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her into his body and Natasha could feel the lips that enclosed her clit swelling. She watched the water fall from his dark hair and into his face. Gianni was a fantasy come true.

  He lowered his head and kissed her with passion, whic
h started their hot steamy make-out session in the shower. And once they were done, Gianni took Natasha to bed and fucked her until she could take no more. When they were properly satiated, Gianni held Natasha close, and she eventually fell into a deep slumber.

  CHAPTER 13

  NATASHA

  Natasha’s full bladder commanded her to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and was instantly attacked by the sun shining through the window. Natasha rolled over to escape the blinding rays and discovered that she was alone in Gianni’s massive bed. She looked around the room, but no Gianni. Natasha climbed out of bed and walked over to the double doors and entered an enormous bathroom. But she didn’t have time to admire it because she desperately needed to pee.

  After doing her business, Natasha walked over to the vanity to wash her hands. There was a new toothbrush on top of a washcloth that she assumed was left for her. After freshening up, Natasha attempted to tame her unruly curls. She gave up and threw it back in a bun. Natasha walked into the bedroom, but still no Gianni. Assuming he was upstairs, she gathered her clothing and got dressed. She made her way up the stairs and looked around, amazed by how different Gianni’s home looked in daylight. The sun shone through the window and instead of a sexy dungeon, it appeared chic and modern. Natasha heard sounds coming from another room. She rounded a corner, in search of the source, and ended up in the kitchen. But instead of Gianni, a woman was standing over the sink.

  “Good morning, Miss Walker,” she said in a French accent, without turning around.

  She must have heard Natasha enter the room. She looked to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was wearing a sleek black pantsuit and conservative black heels.

  “Good morning,” Natasha responded.

  She was a little embarrassed that the matronly woman was aware that she’d spent the night. The woman turned to Natasha, branding a warm beautiful smile, before walking over to a coffee pot. She poured a cup and asked, “How do you take it?”