“Still hate me?” I murmur against her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips.
“Yes,” she breathes, but her body betrays her, arching into mine.
“Good.” My grip on her wrists tighten. “I want you to remember exactly who’s doing this to you.”
Her eyes flash with renewed fury and she yanks at my hair, hard enough to hurt. “Fuck you.”
I smirk at her. “That’s the idea,cara.”
She scowls at me before her lips crash back onto mine before I can do so much as blink.
She rolls her hips, making me groan into her mouth and I position my thigh between her legs—whether to stop her movements or to encourage them, I can’t tell.
She pulls back, her mouth wrenching from mine. “Is that all you’ve got?” Her voice is breathless. “I expected more from Chicago’s most dangerous crime lord.”
The challenge ignites something feral in my chest. I grab her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Careful what you ask for.”
Then I kiss her again, harder, swallowing whatever smartass remark she is about to make.
Pulling back, I slam her body against the wall, holding her there by her throat as my other hand tugs forcefully at the waistband of her ratty, pathetic pajama pants.
I nearly rip them apart in my haste to get them off her.
“Don’t rip my pajamas!” Giuliana snaps at me.
I glare at her. “You’re seriously going to scold me about your Goodwill-esque pajama pants when you destroyed a designer gown?”
She smirks at me, clearly delighted that I’mstillpissed about that. “Don’t put me in clothes that you don’t—oh!” While she is yapping, I yank down her underwear and plunge two fingers inside of her, giving her almost no time to adjust. “Fuck!”
“You filthy little whore,” I mutter against her neck, thrusting in and out at a relentless pace. My thumb finds her already throbbing clit, stroking and pressing until she’s a mess in my arms. “Goddamn, you’re drenched. Is that all for me, Giuliana?”
She doesn’t reply and that angers me.
She needs to fuckingobeyme.
I pull my fingers out and slap her clit.
She cries out, but not from pain—no, it’spleasure.
I slap her again, the lewd noises coming out of her mouth driving me wild.
“Answer me,” I growl, rolling her clit between my fingers as I pull away from her throat to face her.
She cries out when I pinch her clit, her chest heaving.
I continue to hold her by her throat, pinning her to the wall. She’s completely at my mercy.
This is exactly how it should be.
My dick is pressing uncomfortably against my pants, and I pull away from her to fumble for my belt until it clicks open.
I yank my pants down, not even bothering to take them off completely.
My cock stands at attention and Giuliana’s eyes widen at the sight of it.
Her cheeks pinken and I smirk before turning her around so her front is pressed against the wall.
Without another word, I slam into her with one powerful thrust. Giuliana cries out, planting her palms flat against the wall.
