Beauty and the beast: A Modern Day Fairytale Billionaire Mafia Romance

by Georgia Le Carre

  I tried to stand my ground, but my legs took on a life of their own. They began to retreat until my back hit the wide double doors, and there was nowhere else to escape.

  Chapter 17

  Skye

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfSN_lJ7cuw

  -When I need You-

  His eyes never left mine, and I stared hypnotized into those truly strange and exciting eyes. I was trembling and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest my blood roared in my ears. I remained frozen even when his hand touched my cheek. It felt like hot coals on my skin. I inhaled deeply and breathed in his scent. It was unbelievable the effect this man had on me.

  I tried my hardest to act unaffected but failed miserably when he curled his hand till his knuckles replaced his palm and brushed them gently across my cheeks. I could feel the flush spread across my face like a burn.

  Then his hand reached my bottom lip and his gaze dropped to the quivering flesh. Using the smooth pad of his thumb he pulled my bottom lip down, let it go, then watched it bounce back into place with a curious expression on his face. The only way I could describe the look in his eyes was the way a cat plays with a mouse. Pawing it; throwing it in the air and letting it run; catching it again with quick reflexes; letting it run…

  Slowly, his gaze returned to mine. Kiss me, my heart pleaded, but I was still sane enough not to say it aloud. My hands clenched into fists by my side. I was aching with the gnawing need to grab him and kiss that sensuous mouth, or to push him very far away from me.

  He lowered his head and I immediately clenched my eyes shut and waited for the moment his mouth would touch mine. At that moment, it felt as though only a taste of him would feed the vicious need in my belly. But his lips did not connect with mine, instead he lay them on the exposed swell of my breast.

  It was such a simple act: his lips on my skin, but it shot such a bolt of pleasure through me that it tore a gasp from my lips. My bones weakened into jelly, and unable to trust my knees to keep me upright, I gripped his bulging biceps.

  Then, like an animal he licked me. And I gasped at the bolt that ran through my body. It felt like a bolt of electricity. My entire groin went numb.

  As I stood there in shock, he straightened and began to caress my breast through the fabric of my dress. His thumb stroked the traitorous hardened peak in the middle. There was simply no hiding my desire for him when it was that blatantly obvious. When he took away his hand a cry of complaint almost escaped me.

  Those piercing grays were full of knowing as he slipped his hand into the slit of my dress. I stared into his eyes entranced. With one swift motion, he ripped the material all the way up to my hips.

  My head shot down to see the destruction of the beautiful dress. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever worn in my life and he had destroyed it without a second thought. A wave of sadness engulfed me. The metaphor between me and that dress couldn’t be clearer. I was that dress. Something he had paid so much for and yet was of so little value to him, so disposal.

  “Open your legs,” he commanded.

  Blindly I obeyed.

  One of his hard hands slipped around my hips to stroke the taut flesh of my butt, while the other boldly grabbed my sex in an imitation of what I had done to myself last night.

  The stimulating surge was too much and I visibly jerked at the direct assault. I was already soaked and ready, so his long fingers were immediately able to push away the lacy thong and slide between the wet folds into me. Then he began to thrust them in and out of me at a leisurely pace, and I began to squirm like a worm.

  At the same time that he angled his body to band an arm around my waist, he leaned forward, and whispered something into my ear. However, all of that was lost when suddenly, and unexpectedly, he increased his thrusts to such a brutal pace I actually felt dizzy.

  My upper body struggled away from him while my lower body pushed into him as he finger-fucked me to within an inch of my life. I had never been used in this way before. It was obscene. It was nasty. It was also breathtakingly delicious and wildly exciting. I wanted to call out his name. I needed to… otherwise it seemed I would lose my mind. I wanted my brain to connect the man to the ferocious pleasure my body was experiencing. But I didn’t. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing even this uncaring, indifferent, callous treatment of my body was pure heaven.

  The whole time his eyes watched me. Sweat beaded across my forehead from the effort it took not to let him see how affected I was. Then my back started to arch. And there was no more hiding.

  Still, he held me in place and drilled into me until I spilled onto his hands with an excruciating cry. My vision was blurred from the orgasm, my hands were clawed onto his jacket. The floor was wet with my juices. It was embarrassing.

  I hated that I was like this… that he could reduce me to this, so I buried my face into the crook of his neck and pounded my fist against his chest.

  It was probably a very bad idea to assault him in this way, but I didn’t care. How dare he? How dare he treat me like this? Just because he was a sophisticate who knew exactly how a woman’s body worked didn’t mean he had to make me feel so cheap and dirty.

  He remained still while I beat at him. I knew my efforts were puny and useless.

  When I was spent, he grabbed my wrists and peeled me away from him. With a firm grip he held them over my head. Then ripped my flimsy thong from my hips and flung the scrap of fabric away. It fell on the floor with a whisper of defeat.

  My chest was still heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.

  I hated him, I decided as I watched his eyes darken. He unzipped his pants, and before he could pull out his cock I shut my eyes and turned my face away.

  “Look at me!” he growled.

  The quiet threat in his tone frightened me and I swiveled my head around.

  He had his cock out, and it was the most massive, thickest, most aggressive looking cock I had ever seen. Throbbing veins snaked along the smooth skin. Something strange happened inside me. The hate was replaced by liquid desire. It flowed into every crevice and cell inside me.

  I wanted that angry, untamed cock deep inside. Deeper than any man had gone before. I felt close to combusting and needed my release. Afterwards, I could run away and hide, but now…

  My hips jerked shamelessly forward with the strength of the need clawing inside me. Gripping the base of his cock he pushed it along the slit of my sex to spread my slickness all over the shaft. With his gaze boring into mine, he bent his knees, positioned the thick head of his rock-hard cock at my entrance, and rammed it into me in one vicious thrust.

  I hissed.

  He was so big for a second I’d felt as if I’d been split open. Then my head fell backwards as I relished the unfamiliar sensation of being that stretched. He thought he had hurt me and stilled, but he didn’t know I had welcomed the sweet pain. I wanted it this way. The way beasts did it. Wild, and without apologies. Without pretending anything.

  Pinned to the door, I ground my hips on him, the soaked, engorged bud of my clit rubbing desperately along his skin.

  “Don’t stop,” I urged, unable to take the torment any longer.

  “Beg for it,” he growled.

  “Fuck me, Luca. Please fuck me,” I snarled back.

  I’d lost control. I didn’t care about anything else except the need to feel the delicious friction of him moving inside me. My hands went to his ass and I fought to pull him even further into me, but his body was like sculptured granite. I couldn’t move him even an inch. I couldn’t stop my cry of frustration.

  “Please, Luca, please,” I pleaded. I felt nearly half-mad with desire.

  He stared down into my desperate eyes. Hard lust and satisfaction were mixed in his. Then he started to withdraw out of me. Without thinking I slipped my fingers into his hair and pulled hard, trying to draw him towards me. He didn’t seem to feel it.

  His large hands cradled my hips. Then his knees lowered a little more, and he f
inally gave me what I wanted. He slammed into me. Hard. With that one thrust, he hit a spot inside of me that no one had ever reached, and I felt a pleasure I’d never known before start radiating out. I was filled to bursting and had never felt more complete. Even the pain from the thickness of his length was inconsequential as I reveled in the ecstasy of being so completely possessed by him.

  When he buried his face in the crook of my neck, I sank my teeth into his shoulder. He didn’t flinch. His fingers dug into my ass and I ground my groin on his. It felt amazing. He gripped the back of my thighs and lifted my feet clear off the ground, forcing my arms around his neck and my feet to curl around his waist.

  He fucked me ruthlessly, uncontrollably. The room filled with sounds of our smacking flesh and the animal grunts that came out of my own mouth. The grating of his flesh against my inner walls, and the heat that engulfed me from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head made the world tilt around me. I crushed myself to his body as I felt my spirit lift just an inch further out of my body.

  “Wow,” I gasped.

  I never wanted this to end. I never wanted to come out of this state where it was for certain that I had transcended into a different plane. He positioned me against the wall and began thrusting with a relaxed rhythm.

  I was perfectly content with this new pace. Tortured but at the same time willing to drag this out for as long as was possible. He took his time and it was delicious. I felt myself hover on the edge of the abyss. “I’m going to come,” I choked out.

  Immediately, he increased his pace to a crazed tempo. My cries rang out across the room as he slammed over and over into me. I pushed onto him, wanting the roughness. We had both gone mad, and my pussy suffered for it. My inner walls felt bruised with the force of his fucking.

  And then I climaxed. Harder and more intensely than I’d ever had in my entire life.

  Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my face and I didn’t even give a fuck. I screamed into his shoulder as the orgasm took over. I couldn’t recognize myself as the restraint that I had promised I would hold on to, was ripped from me. In that crazy moment I felt the burst of his hot seed inside me, and I was completely undone.

  I started pounding my hips against his, desperate to milk out every ounce of pleasure left between us. It was as though nothing else beyond that mattered. All I could think of was drawing out the orgasm, needing my spirit to continue to transcend till the point of no return.

  His hand smacked painfully into the side of my ass and the sharp strike drew out another burst of sensation. I was shaking as I held onto him, unwilling to be apart. Unwilling to face what he had done to me.

  Sex with Salvatore had been a revolting experience, and even before that it had been no big deal. I could take it or leave it. To be honest, I got more pleasure from my vibrator than any man I had been with.

  Now I knew what all the fuss was about.

  I could have never imagined it could feel this way. That something that felt this amazing could even exist. I kept pumping my hips into him, until my body couldn’t make any more movements, but I didn’t stop shaking. It was impossible he was also as unraveled as I was, but it was as though we had become melded into one devastatingly satiated being.

  Then I felt him start to pull away and I clung on. Before I could be pushed off him like a dog I let go, loosening my legs from around him. But I couldn’t stay up. My knees were like jelly. All the strength had been drained from my body. I felt myself collapse slowly to the floor.

  He stepped away from me.

  I was slumped on the floor and leaning weakly against the door. I felt exposed and vulnerable, chaffed and bruised, but I looked up at him defiantly. Fuck him. I refused to feel shame.

  He stared down at me expressionlessly as he tucked his dick back into his pants, and zipped up the fabric.

  Then he opened the door I was now leaning against, and he walked away. I could do nothing but listen to the sound of his polished shoes on the hard floors, until they faded away.

  I dropped my head into my hands. How could it be that the best sex I would probably ever have in my life would come from a man that I would no doubt come to loathe like no other.

  I wished I would never have to see him again, but I was well aware my body was already counting the seconds until I would.

  Chapter 18

  Luca

  I’d wanted to stay with her. And hold her.

  The startling need had crackled through my chest.

  So I’d forced myself to walk away. Now I stood in the middle of my study staring out of the window almost in a daze. My breathing was still uneven, my heart racing, and my body thrumming with the afterglow pleasure and heat. What the fuck just happened?

  I’d fucked so many women in my life, all as beautiful and some even more beautiful than her, but none of those encounters even vaguely resembled what had just happened. For fucks sake I had unraveled like a dropped old movie reel. It was the closest thing to a miracle I’d ever experienced in years.

  What was it about her? Why did she have this effect on me? She was just a dumb broad. Dumb enough to get entangled with a fool like Salvatore and a monster like me. But from the first moment I’d laid eyes on her, something inside of me had stirred to life. And I had wanted to see what it was.

  Now I knew. Now I fucking knew.

  I had to get rid of the turbulence inside me. With a shuddering sigh, my gaze went over to the tray with a bottle of aged whiskey and a single crystal glass on the low table next to the fireplace. Every night it was put out for me. Some nights I came and drank it, others I didn’t. I went over and poured myself a generous measure of the golden liquor.

  Then I collapsed onto the sofa and leaned back into the comfortable leather. The fire crackled. I took a sip, watched the dancing fire before me, but saw only her… in that red dress. I’d been with heiresses who would not have been able to pull off the regality she brought to that dress. I thought of the shocked expression on her face when I ripped the dress. She loved that dress. Someone like her would never have been able to afford a dress like that.

  Without warning I experienced a twinge of regret. It was so rare I studied it as it appeared in my head and moved to somewhere in the region of my heart. I didn’t like the feeling. I shouldn’t have destroyed the dress. It was not right. When she left in twenty-nine days I wanted her to take it with her. I pulled my phone out of my jacket and sent a message to my PA.

  The first red dress tore. Get another.

  It was brief and without context, but Gemma had been picked for and was paid a huge sum of money for her astonishing resourcefulness. I’d bet my last dollar she’d have the exact dress for me by the end of tomorrow.

  I took another sip of the liquid and relished the burn as it slid down my throat. I forced my mind to concentrate on a project I was taking on in Sicily, but I simply couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even though I pretended to myself she was little better than a whore. I had paid for her body after all, I knew deep down that she was no whore. What she had done for her father was the highest form of love. She had sacrificed herself for him. It was a rare and precious thing. In my life, I only ever met people who put themselves first. The best for me and the rest for thee.

  I chucked the contents of the whisky down my throat. I felt vaguely irritated with myself. What the fuck was I doing making excuses for her? If I carried on in this way I was going to become totally infatuated with her. And never again was I going down the road where I trusted or cared about a woman. My phone rang. It was my brother Angelo.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Whoa, what’s up with you?”

  “Nothing,” I muttered.

  “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say it was a woman that got you all tangled up and—.”

  “It’s late,” I interrupted coldly. “I was at Brighton Beach all day and I’m tired.”

  “Hmm…” He sounded unconvinced. “Anyway, it’s all set up. Come over tomorrow.”

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sp; “Good.”

  “Right then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Angelo?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Well done,” I said sincerely.

  “Thanks, Luca.” I could hear the pride in his voice. Praise from me was hard to come by.

  I ended the call and rose to my feet. All I could think of was of her lying in her bed upstairs. My body was throbbing. There were only twenty-nine days left and I was going to have my fill of her. I would get tired of her. I always did. Even the most delicious thing will become a bore if you have it every single day, often more than once, for twenty-nine days.

  When I arrived at her room I did not knock. I simply turned the handle and walked in. Her red dress was on the middle of the floor in a heap. She’d probably just let it fall off her. There was a lacy bra not far away from the dress.

  My gaze moved away the discarded garments to the shut door that led to the bathroom. I imagined she was taking a shower or a bath. Probably washing away the semen. Even while I was watching her I had seen my seed dripping out of her.

  I considered heading into the bathroom and fucking her in there, but the inviting bed had a higher strength to its call. I wanted to explore all sorts of positions there with her. My hands went to the buttons of my shirt while I kicked off my shoes.

  I shrugged out of my shirt and just as I was pulling the strap of my belt out of the buckle, I heard the door to the bathroom open. I didn’t turn around to look at her even though I was well aware that she was startled at my presence.

  “What are you doing here?” she gasped.

  I almost smiled at her bravado. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  “I’m tired,” she whispered. “Don’t I have the right to be tired?”

  “You don’t.”

  I let myself glance at her… and I couldn’t look away. She was wrapped in a white towel and her hair was wet and hanging in clumps down her pale glistening shoulders. Her eyelashes were still damp, her ocean blue eyes were enormous and filled with child-like innocence, and her face was scrubbed clean of all make up.