“You don’t,” he snaps. “But your fucking body does.”
I should hit him. Spit in his face. Call him the bastard he is and storm out like I’m not shaking from the way he’s touching me. But I grab his shirt instead. I dig my nails in and pull himcloser, hips grinding into his thigh like I’m just as angry, just as desperate.
“You’re jealous,” I breathe.
His eyes narrow. “You’re knocking on hell’s gates.”
“Maybe I’m a sinner begging to be let in.”
His nostrils flare. His hand leaves my waist and shoves under my dress. One rough swipe over my panties, and he finds me soaked.
He smiles, cold and cruel. “Of course you are.”
I moan when he presses down harder, rubbing slow, mean circles that make my knees buckle.
“You’re already dripping, and I’ve barely touched you.”
“You’re the one who kissed me,” I pant.
“You’re the one who keeps pushing.” His other hand grips my chin and forces my mouth open. “You want to provoke me? Fine. But remember…you asked for this.”
Then he spits in my mouth. I gasp, but he’s already shoving two fingers in, forcing me to taste him. His thumb stays hooked on my chin, holding my mouth open while I suck his fingers like I’ve got no pride left.
He groans. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
His hand moves lower fast. My panties are ripped down the middle in one brutal tug. Then he’s between my legs, two fingers pushing deep inside me without warning. I cry out, back arching against the door.
“You think Luca could do this to you?” he snarls into my ear. “Think any of those little boys of yours know how to make this pretty pussy beg?”
“Fuck you,” I spit.
He smiles like I just unleashed something untamable. “No, nixie.I’mgonna fuckyou.”
I don’t get time to think. Not about Luca. Not about what this is. Not about how the fuck we got here. All I know is I’m pinned,the skirt of my dress shoved up around my waist, and Nicolo’s fingers are buried inside me—deep, fast, unrelenting.
He fucks me with them like he doesn’t care if I break. My hands scramble for something to hold, but there’s nothing. Just the hard surface of the office door and the sharp burn of his body on mine.
“You want to tease me?” he growls against my throat. “You want to make me jealous? This is what that earns you.”
I moan as his thumb drags across my clit, slow and cruel, the perfect contrast to the way his thick fingers pump in and out of me like a warning.
No, not a warning. A promise.
His other hand is still in my mouth, two fingers fucking my tongue like he owns it. I suck him deeper, eyes rolling back as my body arches against his.
“Christ, look at you,” he breathes. “Fucking desperate.”
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth with a wet pop, then shoves them into the neckline of my dress and yanks hard.
The sound of fabric tearing fills the room.
I gasp as cool air hits my bare chest. My bra’s gone. He tosses it aside like garbage and drags the shredded dress down past my hips. He twists me around; my cheek hits the cold surface of the wooden door.
“I liked that dress,” he says, voice dark. “That color. The way it clung to you like a goddamn warning sign.”
I open my mouth to say something smart, but he clamps a hand around my throat and slams his cock into me.
No prep. No warning. Just thick, brutal heat stretching me open in one punishing thrust. My scream is swallowed by his hand, my back arching so hard it slams my shoulder blades into him.
