"No ...I..."I stammered, meeting his burning gaze.His eyes were fiery and unkind, holding dark promises of the things he was going to do to me tonight.
His fingers slipped between my thighs, teasing me, making me moan.“Once I sink my cock into this pussy,” he cupped me through my drenched underwear, “it becomes mine.No one else’s.”
I shuddered.
Something about what he said was utterly possessive and absolute.I should have asked him what he meant, but the burning hunger I felt for him, the way I desperately wanted to be fucked by him, prevented that.It was just for tonight.
I nodded.
“Use your words and tell me you understand.”His teeth scored my neck.
“I understand.”I sold my soul to the devil with those words.
The way Luciano claimed my lips knocked my breath right out of me.It crushed me into pieces and lit my whole body on fire.He didn’t just kiss me.He marked me with his lips and let me drown in his taste.He tasted like the rum he had been drinking with a twinge of something borderline animalistic.
I fisted his shirt when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, cupping the side of my face and fisting my hair so he could feast on me harder.My stomach clenched, demanding something more because no matter how much he kissed me, he only ignited my hunger for him even more.
A whimper of protest tore from my lips as he broke off the kiss.The smell of sandalwood hit my nostrils, dulling my senses.His lean fingers found the hem of my dress and easily pulled the stretchy material over my head.
I was left in just my underwear.My nipples puckered under his gaze, begging for his attention.It made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “so beautiful.”
His weight dwarfed mine, pressing me into the mattress.His lips were back on mine, his fingers curling around my throat to keep me in place.I was moaning into the kiss, helpless and so fucking turned on.The fingers on his free hand scorched a path downward between my thighs, ripping my underwear off in one ruthless go.
“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured against my lips.
I whimpered.
He clasped two of his fingers around my clit, toying with it.With my throat in his merciless hold as he tortured me down there, I released a strangled noise that only made my helplessness echo back into my ears.
“Luciano.Oh, God.”
“Not God.Me,” he growled.“I’m the one pleasuring this sweet little cunt.”His hot lips descended on a nipple, tugging at it softly.
“We are going to play a little game.”He ran his fingers up and down my dripping cunt.“I’ll ask you a question, and you’ll answer me.If you don’t, you know what they say about naughty girls.They aren’t allowed to come.”He retracted his fingers from my pussy, and I whined.
“What were you telling your friends earlier?”he pushed a finger into my opening.
I arched off the bed, thrusting my boobs in his face.“Ahh...”
“Not an answer.”He sucked on my neck, threatening to take out his finger.
I wanted to reach for it to put it back in, but he swiftly grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
“My stepsister is getting married.”I rushed the words out, choking on my moans when he started thrusting his finger in and out of me.
“That’s not it.That’s not all.Go on.Tell me everything,” he crooned, keeping his thumb on my clit to stimulate me even more.
“Hm ...oh, fuck.That feels so good.”
“Keep talking.”He spanked my pussy.
“She’s—dammit—there’s a family trip.She and my—ah—stepmother will be waiting to rub her engagement in my face.Don’t stop ...oh ...yes.”
He added one more finger, curling them inside me.My eyes rolled back in their sockets.“And?”
“My friends want me to hire a fake fiancé!”I yelled, tossing my head backward.
