My louder scream of protest only made him laugh again. Then he went one better and stood, his cock still deep inside me. His arm still banding my waist, he marched us to the nearest wall, pulled out, ripped off my panties, and spun me around before hoisting me back onto his rigid length.
Then he went completely still, watching me with deadly focus. Focus that said, at last, he had me where he wanted me.
My fingers dug into his back in a silent plea.
It drew a hiss, then a growl. Then a savage kiss, with gentler ones trailed along my jaw to my ear. But still he pulsed hard and deep inside me, without moving.
Waiting. Waiting.
‘Cesare…’ I whimpered.
‘Yeah, baby?’
I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to keep the word at bay. But it built and built and built. Then, ‘Please!’
Dark triumph blazed through his grey eyes, turning them molten silver. ‘That’s a start. More, baby, I want more.’
My back arched off the wall, clawing arousal running rampant, the desire for satisfaction a drug I was being so viciously denied.
‘Please… move!’
‘Move where,cara?’ he taunted. ‘Move off? Move sideways?’
Thick amusement didn’t disguise his own arousal. Supreme control or not, this was costing him too. A faint tremor shook through him and his nostrils fluttered minutely when I jerked my hips.
That bolstered me enough to shave off a layer of haze. Provide enough clarity to devise a little torture of my own. I blushed at the thought, saw his keen gaze follow the wave of heat sweeping over my cheeks with manic interest.
I didn’t even know if this would work but… I drew my hands from his back, threw one arm over my head as I bowed my back deeper, then, clenching my channel hard, I dropped one hand between our sweaty bodies and… touched myself.
He hissed, a deeply animalistic sound that would’ve terrified me anywhere else but here in his arms, where it seemed I hadsomepower.
‘Maddelena.’ His voice was a growled warning.
But that haze was returning full force, making me reckless. Turning me on so hard and so sharply, I threw caution to the wind. ‘What, Cesare? Your little g-game not going your way… after all?’
He captured the fingers sliding dangerously close to my clit, yanking my hand up to join the one above my head, keeping them both trapped with laughable ease.
Then, eyes narrowed into formidable slits, Cesaremoved.
The first tortuous thrust, pressing me into the wall, was sublime. Bliss rippled through me, tailing off with a deep abidingfear. That he was right. That this could turn into an addiction I couldn’t escape.
By his tenth thrust, I was convinced.
Because there was a studied method to Cesare’s fucking. With each thrust he gauged my response like a scientist studied the results of an experiment. He gathered the data, stored it away. Then just when I was ready to blow, he slowed down.
Then proceeded to multiply everything he’d learned, deliver it with filthy diatribe that turned me inside out. ‘There you go. I feel you getting wetter. You love it when I pound your pretty cunt like this, don’t you? You ready to beg some more?’
My head thrashed as he dragged me to the edge one more time. ‘Yes! Please, yes!’
He released his death grip from my hip and plucked one painfully budded nipple, then the other, sending wild zings to the inferno building in my sex. ‘Will you be a good little slut and come on my cock?’
‘God, yes. Just… just don’t stop!’
‘Open your eyes, Maddelena,’ he commanded.
I pried open eyes I didn’t remember squeezing shut. Then almost wished I hadn’t.
If he’d been feral before, he was absolutely manic now. Sweat on his temples, hair falling onto his eyes, the hard, sensual slash of his mouth. But especially the absolute deadly intent in his eyes. He was a wild beast, and I was ready to surrender to his dominance.
