“Please don’t do that,” I quietly say in a moment of vulnerability. “I don’t want to be spanked or…” I trail off, squeezing my eyes shut as the sound of the leather belt meeting my sore skin reverberates in my ears.
“Look at me.”
I open my eyes, and he’s right in front of me. “I know they are whip marks, and I would never do that to you if you didn’t want it.” He cups my face in his hands as steam swirls around us. “But you might want to consider conquering that fear to control it. Creating new memories to replace the old ones.” He presses a hard kiss to my lips. “Just think about it.”
I chew on the inside of my mouth as he turns me around and begins shampooing my hair. After he rinses it, he adds some conditioner and moves me out of the stream of water for a couple of minutes. His fingers massage my scalp, and I lean back against him, more content than I can ever remember feeling. His fingers are magical, and I’m completely under his spell.
When I’m all done, he refuses to let me wash him, quickly attending to his needs before pushing me down on my knees and bringing his dick to my mouth. I don’t usually like giving head, but watching Fiero come undone as I hollow my cheeks and suck him deep into my mouth is a heady feeling.
Grabbing handfuls of his ass, I work his skillful cock, my head bobbing up and down his long, thick length. Fiero swivels his hips, driving through my lips in tune with my movements, and I gag when his dick hits the back of my mouth. “That’s it, baby. Choke on my cock.”
I almost choke on hiswords, and he chuckles before releasing a strangled groan when I cup his balls and rub one finger along his taint. His eyes flash with heat, and he pulls out abruptly and yanks me to my feet. His lips are on mine instantly, and we grab one another as we kiss like we’ll never get to do it again.
Then I’m shoved against the wall, my boobs smooshed against the tiles as he kicks my legs apart and drives into me with no warning. He fucks me brutally, savagely, and I’m sure his fingers will leave bruises on my hips, but I don’t care because it’s everything, and I relinquish control, letting my body accept everything he’s giving.
When we’re close, he wraps a hand around my throat from behind and straightens me up, pulling me back against his body as his hips pivot, and he fucks into me harder and harder. “Perfect,” he growls in my ear before grabbing it with his teeth. “So fucking perfect and allmine.”
Releasing my neck, he grabs my hips with both hands and fucks me so hard my legs almost go out from under me. One hand reaches up, squeezing my boob, and then he’s rubbing between my legs while ramming his dick into me, and my orgasm races over me with little warning. I scream, buck, and writhe as I succumb to the most amazing sensations zipping all over my body. Then Fiero roars, jerking his hips and cursing as he spills his seed inside me.
“Holy fuck,” he rasps, pulling out and wrapping his arms around me. “I think you might fuck me to death.”
“What’s the matter, old man?” I ask, turning in his arms. “Can’t keep up?”
“That’s it,” he says, turning off the water. “You’re definitely going over my knee.”
I scream and race out of the shower, giggling when he scoops me up from behind and wraps me in an overlarge, soft, fluffy white towel.
Fiero deposits me on the bed just as his cell pings again. Snatching it up, he frowns and scrubs the back of his neck. “I’ve got to take this. I’ll be right back.” He stalks out of the room with a towel wrapped around his slender hips and beads of water rolling down his back.
I return to the bathroom and grab a smaller towel to dry my hair. I brush my teeth again and run the comb through my damp hair, securing the towel at the front of my body as I pad to Fiero’s closet to get my things.
Panic presses down on my chest when I open my case and find most of my belongings missing. I open the envelope with trembling hands, breathing a sigh of relief when I see all my cash is intact, but the feeling is fleeting. If he looked inside the pill bottle, I’ll have some explaining to do, and I’m sure he’s already wondering what I’m doing with a big wad of cash. Or maybe not. I can always lie and say Dom gave it to me to go shopping.
Taking my toiletries bag, I climb to my feet and look around the large closet, wondering where Fiero hung my clothes. I walk past rows of dress shirts and suits, jeans, shirts, tees, and sweaters, trackpants and hoodies, and training gear, and he has a full row of jackets and coats as well as rows of shoes and a display drawer full of ties and another one with watches and cuff links.
I’m momentarily caught off guard by the myriad of biker leathers, pants, jackets and boots, and a visual of Fiero dressed all in black on the back of a motorcycle sends a fresh wave of desire shooting through me.
Shaking myself out of those dangerous thoughts, I circle around the space, but I can’t find my clothes. They’re not here, and I just know that arrogant ass has done something with them. They are the only clothes I brought with me, and I need them. I don’t have extra money to splurge on buying new things.
In the blink of an eye, my lust is replaced with red-hot rage, and I’m going to throttle him.
“Valentina.”
Charging out to the bedroom, I slam into him, shoving him in the chest a few times. “Where the fuck are my clothes?” I yell.
He opens his mouth to chastise me, and I beat on his chest with my fists. “Don’t fucking say it. I’ll fucking curse if I fucking want to.” The irony is I never cursed in Miami. It was a habit I grew out of as an adult, but Fiero pushes my buttons like no one else, and I’m subconsciously pushing his buttons right back. “What the hell did you do with my things?”
He walks to the bed and drops down on it. “I set fire to them.” He looks almost angelic sitting on the end of the bed in his towel, like his actions are normal. A bundle of clothes rests beside him.
“What?” I splutter, planting my hands on my hips as I glare at him. “That better be a joke.”
“It’s not.” He grins, and I lose it, screaming as I lunge at him. I jump onto his lap, slapping and punching him. He laughs as he easily gains control, grabbing my wrists and flipping me onto the bed, pinning me with his large body. “If this is your idea of foreplay, I like it.” He waggles his brows, and I growl.
“I’m never having sex with you again. I hate you!”
This seems to amuse him to no end, and that only enrages me further. Angry tears prick my eyes. “Fuck you, Gage. You had no right. Those were my things.” Tears spill over my eyes onto my cheeks, and his amused smile disappears.
“Valentina.” He sits up and hauls me into his lap. “Kitten.”
