“Your cunt wants my touch, Zena, even if you don’t.” He released his hold on my hair and my head fell forward, hitting the bed with resigned whimper.
An all-consuming ache for release knotted the tendons at my back and I balled my fists, trying to hold it back. “Screw you,” I bit out.
His fingers slipped out of me and I barely managed to contain the cry from the loss of them. Then he moved two fingers up, circling my clit in dizzying circles and I bit my arm to keep from clenching again. Faster and harder, he worked the sensitive bundle. My ragged breaths turned into louder gasps of pleasure I no longer bothered to hold back. All I wanted was to be pushed over the edge, to satiate the need bursting through my pussy. And just when I felt that burn tense my muscles, he pulled away.
An involuntary, “no” slipped pass my lips and I cringed. I was supposed to hate his touch.
“Fighting me and wanting me in the same breath,mia caro?” He laughed, further annoying me. “It must be confusing finding pleasure in someone you despise. Am I wrong?”
Exertion from the denied release made me lose it. “Fuck you,” I snapped.
His hand slipped into my hair, jerking me back once more. “I will, Zena. But first, I’ll fuck this dirty fucking mouth until you don’t know the difference between your spit and my cum. I’ll teach you some manners until you gag for mercy.”
Not sure why I was hellbent on poking the bear, I muttered, “you’re a fucking sadist, taking advantage—”
He leaned forward, his large frame pressing into my back, cutting off my words, his hot breath teasing my ear. “I can fuck you right now and you’ll do nothing to stop me. Not from the fear of me raping you but the desperation to have my cock pounding into you, letting you come. I don’t just fuck,mia caro, I break pussies. Imagine what I’ll do to this little mouth of yours.” Then he was off me, striding to the door. There, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “If you’re not back in the dining room when I return, you’ll be swallowing my cock for dessert. And trust me. Youwillsuffocate on my cream.”
I watched the door closed behind him, the breath stuck in my throat. Still, I didn’t move, unsure what annoyed me more—that he had me hovering on the brink of an orgasm I’d become desperate for or that I liked it. The urge to curl myself into a ball and just lie there, too strong to resist. Then a warning clanged at the back of my head. Get a move on. In less than a minute, I finger brushed my hair and forced my shaky legs to carry me back to the dining room. When I slid into the chair, I avoided Rayden’s eyes but could feel his gaze on me. I stared at the now melted vanilla ice cream someone had set at my place. Remembering Lorenzo’s words, I pushed the bowl aside.
He returned a minute after me. “Remo, when you’re done, see me in my office.”
“What about these two?” his brother asked.
“Leave them in the bar.”
“You’re kidding,” Remo snorted. I figured he was all for having us locked up again.
“Rayden promised me there’d be no more escape attempts. Isn’t that right?” He looked up at Lorenzo and nodded. “Good.”
As soon as he walked away, Remo’s gaze switched between the two of us. “Don’t get any ideas because my palm’s itching to draw blood,” he warned then stood. “C’mon.”
We followed him to a room that not only had a fully stocked bar fronted by a dark marble counter, but a pool table, a large television surrounded by comfy black couches and flanked by a fancy jukebox. A Harley Davidson, shiny and pristine, sat in one corner. This looked like a room made for boys by boys.
“Stay!” Remo ordered like we were fucking dogs.
“You, okay?” Rayden asked me the second Remo walked out. I nodded. “You sure?” he pushed.
“A little under the weather given our circumstances, but I’m sure.” I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t ask where I’d disappeared to or what happened with Lorenzo. “Did you really try to escape?”
He gave me a sheepish smile. “I didn’t realize they had cameras around the property. Lorenzo caught up with me before I made it round the block.” He limped over to the jukebox.
“How’s your leg?”
“He rubbed some balm over the ankle, and it doesn’t hurt that much now.”
I sighed, remembering my irritation and the repercussions of me walking away. “He seems to really like you.”
“Do you think they really plan on not sending us home?” He ignored my statement and checked the song titles.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to think. Come sit with me.” I looped my hand in his and guided him toward one of the couches. “If we do as they say, they might get tired and let us go,” I said after we sank into one of the plush couches.
“Or kill us,” he scoffed.
“Hey.” I palmed his cheek and turned his face to look at me. “Just think positive, okay.” Not giving any thought to my action, I straddled his lap and grasped his shoulders.
He tensed under me. “Fuck, what are you doing, Zee?”
“I want a kiss.” I rolled my crotch over his. The soft material of the sweatpants making his erection undeniable.
