And I'm eager to show her how tenacious I can be when a woman says no. Carina might think it makes me angry to be denied what I want, but the opposite is true. I love a challenge.
And she is the most formidable one I’ve ever come across.
She turns to the side when I run my tongue along the shell of her ear. “There’s nowhere for you to run,” I whisper.
Then I place an open-mouthed kiss just under her jaw, making sure to nip at the delicate skin I find there. A tremor snakes its way through her body and from the way Carina squeezes her eyes closed, it’s obvious she would’ve preferred I not felt it.
I grin against the slope of her neck. Every reaction from her is a victory, a trophy no matter how small or large. I’m glad she doesn’t realize this is a losing battle, one with which she’s not equipped to handle. Because when I want something I’m not going to stop. It’s her decision whether to lose with dignity or not.
But either way, she will be defeated.
“We can’t have this arrangement between us if I can’t trust you,” I say.
“Why don’t you prove yourself to me first?”
I click my tongue in admonishment. “Now, now. We both know you came to me for a reason and I’m trying to figure out what that is.”
She swings her head toward me, almost colliding with mine. “I already told you.”
“Some things but not all. Last chance.” At her seething look, I smirk. “Time’s up, principessa.”
She stiffens underneath me and turns her face away once again. After I palm her knee, I drag my hand up along her thigh until my fingers reach the hem of her dress. I carefully watch her face as I caress the smooth skin of her hip, followed by tracing the edge of her underwear. Carina’s breathing increases in tempo the moment I touch the simple cotton.
Only the breathy inhales I’m listening for aren’t present. Her chest rises and falls as if she’s been running up a flight of stairs and her body, once warm and inviting, is now rigid and unyielding.
I take her chin in hand and bring her gaze to mine. Carina’s hazel eyes are expressive in ways I’ve never seen on a woman, enabling me to clearly see her thoughts swimming in that deep amber hue. It’s why I enjoy toying with her.
However, the blaze of passion, which was there a second ago, has extinguished. And not only that, but there’s a deadened look in her gaze, making it a dull caramel color.
“Principessa?” When the barb fails to cause a spark of some type in her, my brows snap together. “If you think this ploy will be effective, I can assure you that nothing short of fucking your cunt will cause me to let you go.”
She stares up at me unseeing and concern flares in my gut. I apply an uncomfortable amount of pressure to her chin and when there’s no reaction adrenaline spikes in my blood.
“Oh, fuck no,” I growl. “You’re not going to mentally check out on me. Because I don’t fuck the living dead, amore.”
With my free hand I palm her breast, right before pinching her nipple hard. Carina’s body twitches, but it’s not enough to rouse her from whatever mental escape she’s traveled to. I guess it’s time to bring out the heavy artillery.
And for once I’m not referring to my cock.
After tossing her dress aside and removing her underwear, I pause for a moment to take in her beautiful cunt. Carina may have walked into my home disheveled, but she made sure to keep this area pristine. I groan at the idea of claiming her body.
Despite my lust, I always put my priorities above pussy. My life is fucking harder than my cock sometimes. Although rarely.
I trace the entrance to her cunt with nothing more than a single blink from Carina. Her state is beyond a battle of wills; she’s trapped in her mind, a dangerous place if there are demons lurking. I would know.
“Maybe you’re right about the way I treat women,” I say, easing my finger into her body. “But I won’t apologize for it. Fuck, you’re tight.”
Her vaginal walls aren’t dry, but they’re not wet like I want. Time to change that. I place my mouth by her ear and begin to stroke her, trying not to come in my pants like a fucking teenager. She is that exquisite.
“What happened to you?” I ask, my voice low. “You’re going to tell me one day, every horrific detail. And I’ll want names. This I promise you.”
I extend my hand to rub her clit and her tiny gasp has me zeroing in on her face. She blinks as though seeing me for the first time.
“Welcome back.” I tilt my head, continuing to scrutinize her, as well as fondle her. “So…what the fuck just happened?”
Carina licks her lips and the blood flow returns to them, but the paleness of her face is still present. Maybe she needs a little assistance with that. I increase the speed of my fingers and a slight flush appears on her cheeks while she runs her gaze over me. As soon as she takes in my placement between her thighs, I cover her mouth with my free hand.
“My patience has disappeared after this stunt of yours and I don’t want to hear anything except an explanation. Like right fucking now.”
