“Just a bit of the handle. Please don’t do the same?”
He slaps me, and the side of my face goes white hot. I cry out and he squeezes my throat harder. “Lie still or I’ll kill you.”
I lie like a board as Adriano reaches to one side and pulls out a length of black cord. He binds me to his headboard, like I’m a dead deer he’s strapping to his car.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He moves down my body and parts my folds with a thick finger. I wait for more, but he just stares into my pussy. Do I look disgusting? Disfigured? But there’s a stillness in Adriano’s scarred face, a pleasure I didn’t expect to see. He catches me looking at him and slaps my clit. “You’re soaked. Doc told me you liked dick, but who fuckin’ knew?”
I whimper, unsure of what to say. My wrists already hurt from how tightly he’s bound me. He rubs a rough, tattooed thumb through my lips and my pussy flutters. I wait for him to force himself inside me, but instead his shaggy head lowers and his tongue laves my clit. It’s softer than any part of him should be. He sucks and the whole world tilts again, this time in a way that has nothing to do with alcohol. “Oh my God!”
He looks up at me from between my thighs. “Quiet.”
He returns his mouth to me, and as his tongue rolls through my aching pussy, I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from screaming. Adriano is the third man to do this to me. They’ve all been so different. Bobby was precise. Doc was lazy and practiced, but Adriano laps at me like a bear at a river. Like it’s a primal act. I was going to pretend I liked whatever he did to me, but I don’t have to pretend to like this.
He growls as he licks, slow and steady. He likes it too. His beard tickles my thighs and I arch against him, my toes curling. “Adriano…”
He pulls away, swiping his hand over his mouth and I scream like a little brat.
I brace for a slap, but he lets out a rumbling laugh and fists his tattooed cock. I can’t imagine how much it would hurt to get tattoos on that part of your body. The only purpose must be scaring the women he sleeps with. So, they know how much pain he can withstand. He kneels above me pumping. My pussy tightens, hot with displeasure. It wants Adriano’s mouth again.
“Please?” I mumble. “Adriano?”
His furious green eyes find mine. “When I’m done fucking you, you’ll leave the country?”
“Yes. Anything you want, Mr. Rossi.”
His mouth becomes a tight line. “You fucking liar, telling me whatever I want to hear. Maybe you won’t go to Brazil on your own. Maybe I’ll follow you.”
I shudder.
“Don’t like that, do you?”
I shake my head.
He drops onto his elbows, the hair on his chest brushing my nipples. “Too fucking bad. I know how to follow people without them seeing. I’ve done it to you for years.”
He strokes his cock through my folds and I whimper. His mouth has me so on edge that I can hardly think, and as scary as the rope is, I’m glad it’s there. It means I’m being forced to this. To feel this way.
“Maybe wherever you end up I’ll get an apartment nearby,” he mutters. “Maybe you’ll feel me watching you while you go to work. While you sleep at night.”
I imagine Adriano out there, looking through dark windows and standing just out of sight on the packed streets where I make my new home. A feeling I didn’t expect comes over me. Warmth.
“Maybe I’d feel safe,” I whisper. “Maybe I’d feel like you were protecting me.”
He shudders, big shoulders shaking, then he reaches up and releases the rope holding my hands. I let them fall to the bedhead, throbbing with blood.
“I can be your pet monster,” Adriano mutters. “Come out at night and fuck you while you’re unconscious. You’ll have no idea until all your kids come out looking like me.”
I should be terrified, but there’s a note in his voice that if it was sung would make me cry. I brush a hand over his back feeling the smooth furrows of scar tissue. “Adriano, I’m not afraid anymore. I’m giving myself to you.”
He throws his head back, avoiding my eyes. His fist is still pumping his tattooed cock and I can see a pearly droplet swelling at the head. “I don’t want what you have to give,” he says.
“But…”
“You’re already mine, January.”
Everything inside me goes still.
“I watched you dance and you were mine. Parker wants your last name. Your stepmother wants money. The others want your body, but Isaw you. I watched you dance. And every night since I’ve dreamed about you.”
