The way he looked at me, like a starving man who’d found his feast, set my skin on fire. And the raw, savage satisfaction in his eyes made me want to give him everything.
He reached out and traced my lips, his finger dragging in a circle. His voice turned to a low whisper, thick with promise. “Soon, I’m going to fuck these pretty, plump lips of yours, Emily. So hard they’ll be swollen for days.”
I exhaled sharply, my mind screaming, “Please. Do it. Do it now.”
His hand moved lower, torturously slow, driving me out of my mind. I squirmed beneath him, like a snake under his palm. Then he grabbed my breast, gave it a squeeze, and muttered another promise.
“And these irresistible tits of yours too. I slide my thick, fat cock right between them and squeeze them tight around it. I press so hard you’ll whimper in pain, but trust me, you’ll be begging for even more.”
I couldn’t hold back. “Please, Carlo. Squeeze them harder.”
His mouth curved into a proud, sinful smile. His hands slid down my sides, then grabbed both cheeks of my ass, making me gasp with the force of it. His right hand drifted lower, brushing teasingly over my back entrance.“I’ll open this up too.”
I gasped, and he smiled. That wicked, sinful smile. “No. Don’t be scared. There’s no light without darkness. No pleasure without pain. And the pleasure I’ll give you will drown out the rest.”
His hands moved with purpose, sliding down my body, unstoppable. When he reached my ankles, his grip tightened. He lifted my legs, pressing them against his chin, his grin still playing on his lips.
His eyes bore into mine, daring me to look away, daring me to breathe. Then, with calm, ruthless control, he spread my legs wide, matching the full breadth of his shoulders.
Lust burned in his gaze, but it wasn’t the only thing. There was violence there. Hunger. Pride. Worship. He looked at me like I was made for him.
He held my gaze for what felt like forever before lowering my legs again, setting my feet flat on the ground, spread wide apart, while he loomed over me like a god about to claim what was his.
I stared up, breath caught, my body buzzing with anticipation. Still holding eye contact, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion, revealing himself.
Although I’d seen Carlo with Aida twice, I’d never really dared to look down. I’d been too caught up in the raw danger radiating off him, too consumed by the way his presence filled the room. But now there was no escaping it.
This wasn’t a stolen glance from a distance; it was right in front of me. Thick. Long. Unapologetically masculine. And it was about to go inside me. A rush of arousal surged through me, lifting my hips off the ground as a soft, aching moan slipped from my lips.
Carlo dropped to his knees between my legs. Without a word, he grabbed my hips, lifted my lower body up, and latched his mouth onto my pussy. Moaning wasn’t enough anymore.
My shoulders stayed pinned to the floor as my hips hung suspended in his grip. I started screaming, unable to hold it in, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
It didn’t take long. Within seconds, something inside me snapped. Pleasure detonated through my core, spreading like fire through my veins. My body convulsed, trembling violently under the weight of it. But he didn’t stop. He kept his grip on my hips, anchoring me to him as I writhed in the air, helpless in his control.
The screams turned to gasps. The gasps faded into broken whimpers. And finally, I went still, completely undone beneath him. He kissed me there one last time, wet and loud, before moving up my body and crushing his mouth onto mine.
I kissed him back greedily, tasting the salt of my own orgasm on his lips, and I didn’t care. My tongue searched his, my teeth grazed his, my hands roamed all over him like I’d never get enough.
Then, bracing myself, I wrapped my hand around his cock. A deep groan rumbled in his throat, vibrating into my mouth as I began stroking him. It was perfect, like the man himself.
I felt the walls of my body expand, aching to be filled by that thick, beautiful length. So I guided him toward my entrance, heat flooding me. But the moment the tip brushed against my skin, something flipped inside me.
A jolt of memory from that night crashed through me. Suddenly, I wasn’t there anymore. The heat drained right out of me. My muscles locked up. The walls that had welcomed him a second ago now clenched in panic. He hadn’t noticed yet. I was the one who had pulled him in, who had begged for more, so of course he thought everything was fine.
He pressed forward a little, the tip barely inside. And that’s when panic ripped through me. I pushed against his shoulders, tried to twist away. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he lifted his weight slightly, and I took the chance to slide out from under him. I curled into myself, tucking my knees to my chest, burying my face.
And then the sobs came. Sharp, messy, uncontrollable. I wasn’t normal. I was sure Carlo wouldn’t believe me this time. He’d walk away, leave me with something broken inside me I could never fix. But a few seconds later, I felt his handon my shoulder. He was still there. He hadn’t left. I turned, blinking through tears, expecting rage.
Instead, he opened his arms to me, inviting me into his embrace. “Come here.”
A sob tore out of me as I scrambled into his embrace. I could still feel the hardness of his erection pressed against me, and it only made it all worse. “I’m broken. I’ll never be normal.”
He stroked my back with a gentleness that didn’t match the man he usually was. “Don’t say that. You’re normal. You just need to let go. Completely. That’s how you move past it.”
My voice cracked. “And how do I even do that?”
He pinched the tip of my nose, light and teasing. “That’s not your job. It’s mine. And I’ve got it covered.”
