I smirked, pressing my fingers against her clit in slow, deliberate circles that made her body jerk beneath me. “Why? Afraid of what you’ll say if I keep going?”
Her eyes blazed with defiance, but her hips bucked against my hand, seeking more. “I hate you.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” I said as I slid a finger inside her. Her pussy clenched around me, tight and hot, and I groaned, adding another finger and curling them just right. “You can hate me all you want, but you can’t stop wanting me.”
I didn’t just want her submission—I wanted to make her feel every ounce of what I was capable of. And my shadows answered the call.
They rose from the corners of the room, dark tendrils of energy that flickered and curled with anticipation. Her body stiffened as they moved toward her, brushing against her arms, her thighs, her chest. I pulled back just enough to see her expression—conflicted, furious, and so damn aroused she could barely keep herself still.
“What are you—” Her words dissolved into a gasp as one shadow slid across her stomach, coiling around her waist and pinning her to the bed. Another tendril traced the curve of her jaw before sliding between her lips, forcing her mouth open. Her eyes widened as it pressed against her tongue, teasing her, making her choke slightly before retreating just enough to let her catch her breath.
“Raffaele,” she gasped.
“You wanted my attention. Now you’ll take everything I give you.”
Her glare was hot enough to melt steel. The shadows slid lower, one spreading her legs wider while another dipped between her folds, swirling around her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her hips bucked, her back arching off the bed as a broken moan escaped her lips.
I watched the way her body responded, the way her slick heat glistened in the dim light. “You look so good like this. So godsdamn sexy.”
Her hands fisted in the sheets, her body trembling as another tendril moved up to her breasts, curling around one and pinching her nipple. She cried out, her voice raw and breathless.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her neck. “You’re my good fucking girl, and you’re going to scream for me.”
She shook her head, clenching her fists in the sheets. But the way she was grinding against my fingers told a different story. I added another finger, stretching her, teasing her, until her head fell back and a broken moan escaped her lips.
“Go to hell,” she hissed.
I chuckled darkly, curling my fingers inside her. I relished the moan that escaped her. “We’re already there.”
The shadows tightened around her, holding her still as I moved my fingers faster. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel the tension building inside her.
“Come for me,” I commanded.
She shattered beneath me, her moans echoing through the room. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers as she arched off the bed. The shadows dissolved, retreating back into the corners of the room as she collapsed against the bed, gasping for air.
But I wasn’t done.
I pulled my fingers out of her, smirking when she jerked at the loss. Vivian looked up at me with wide, dazed eyes, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. I straightened and slowly, deliberately, stripped off my shirt, then my pants. Satisfaction surged through me when her gaze fell to my hard cock. Good, I wanted her to see exactly what she’d done to me.
“You want my cock, don’t you?” I said, my voice low and rough as I stroked her slit with my shaft. “Tell me to stop, Vivian.”
She licked her lips, but she didn’t say a word. I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I set a rough, unrelenting pace. I gripped her hips, holding her steady as I drove into her, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through us both.
“Raffaele,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I… Gods… Please, don’t stop.”
“Such a good fucking girl,” I growled, then crushed my lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
She clenched around me, her nails digging deeper into my skin as another orgasm built. I slid my hand between us, my fingers finding her clit and circling it in time with my thrusts. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her teetering on the edge.
“You’re mine,” I growled, my lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss. “And no one else will ever touch you like this again. Only me. Come for me, Vivian. One more time.”
Her eyes met mine, and the flicker of vulnerability and surrender I saw in them made my chest tighten.
She convulsed as her release tore through her, and I followed seconds later with a low, guttural groan as I spilled inside her. We stayed like that for a moment, tangled and breathless, before I pulled away, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She wasn’t the only one losing control. I was falling, and there was no turning back.
I lay beside her,my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. Vivian was sprawled across the bed, her hair a wild tangle against the pillow. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed a deep pink that made her look even more beautiful—if that was possible.
