The kiss deepens, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with a hunger that makes my head spin.
My body arches against him instinctively, and before I can catch my breath, Giovanni pushes me down onto the bed.
He's shirtless now, his broad chest pressing flat against me, pinning me in place. I feel crushed beneath his weight, but it's the best kind of pressure—solid, unyielding, like he's claiming every inch of me.
I've never done this before. Never felt a man's body like this. But in my fantasies, it's always been exactly like this: a powerful man on top, taking control so I don't have to think, don't have to worry about anything but the heat building inside me.
His lips trail down my neck, nipping at my skin before he yanks my shirt up, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the room. I gasp as his mouth latches onto one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before he bites down just hard enough to send a jolt straight to my core.
My back bows off the mattress. His hand slides between my legs, rough fingers parting my thighs. He cups my pussy through my panties, rubbing slow circles that make me whimper.
"Did you fantasize about this, Amber?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and gravelly. "About me touching you like this?"
Heat floods my cheeks, but I nod, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes. Every night."
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me as he bites my other nipple, sucking it into his mouth. "Tell me how. On your back like now? Or on your belly, ass up for me? On your hands and knees, begging for my cock?"
I squirm under him, the words spilling out before I can stop them. "All of it. On my back, on my belly, hands and knees. Everywhere. I imagined you fucking me in every position, Giovanni. Taking me however you want."
His fingers hook into my panties, shoving them aside as he slides one inside me, stretching my untouched pussy. "Good girl," he growls, pumping slowly while his thumb finds my clit, circling it with firm pressure.
“Have…” I gasp, torn between pleasure and the burning need to know. “Have you?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t fucking hesitate to say it. “Would you like to know how?”
Breathless, I nod.
"I've daydreamed about bending you over our table in the pub. Spreading your legs and pounding into you until you scream, not caring who sees or hears.” His finger pushes deeper, making me moan as I picture the scene. “Or against the wall in the restaurant, your tits bouncing while I fuck you standing up. Or in the alley where you cornered me.”
“In the…?”
“Yes.” His free hand rises to thumb at my bottom lip. “Your knees in the dirt, your mouth on my cock. Then I’d flip you around and fuck you against the wall, just like that."
His dirty words wash over me like fire, and I moan, my hips bucking against his hand. He adds a second finger, curling them deep inside, hitting spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids. His free hand pinches and twists my nipples, alternatingbetween them as he leans close, his breath hot in my ear. “You want that, Amber?”
I can’t bring myself to say it. It’s too filthy. All my adult life, I’ve never had space to ask myself what I wanted. Repressing my desires, my needs—it’s second nature by now.
I don’t deserve it.
I couldn’t save my sister. I couldn’t protect my family. What right do I have to feel pleasure? To have anyone ask me what I want, and then give it to me?
And yet, even when I don’t speak, the pressure builds fast, overwhelming, my body trembling as Giovanni’s thumb grinds against my clit.
“Amber.” His husky voice fills my ear. “If your answer is no, you have to stop me now. Because there’s no way I’m not fucking you after this.”
I’m trapped between pleasure and guilt. But in a strange, forbidden way, it feels too good to stop. Iwantto let Giovanni take the lead. Let him take whatever he wants from me without asking.
It’s fucked up. I know it is. It never felt like this with any of the drunk clients who dared get handsy with me on my shift. When they touched me and I didn’t ask them to, it didn’t feelgood.
But this does.
Because Giovanni is who I want. Because I trust him.
And because I want him to fucking ruin me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, just?—”
Giovanni groans in my ear. “Fuck, Amber. Come for me like this.”
