An amused smile spreads across her lips. “I guess I am into older guys.”
My jaw drops. The brat.
“I’ll show you old,” I grumble, my hands shooting to her armpits to tickle her. Water sloshes over the tub, splashing over the tiles just like my reason.
“I take it back,” she says breathlessly through a fit of giggles. “I don’t know about stamina though. So close to thirty…”
“Ah, baby, and I wanted to be nice for your first time, but you keep provoking me.”
She looks me dead in the eye, betraying no hint of being apologetic. “Hmm, who would have thought that I am such a bad girl.”
I curl my hand around the back of her throat, dragging her an inch away from my mouth. “Bad girls get punished,” I say, slamming my mouth on hers.
Switching her onto her knees, her fingers claw at the edge of the tub.
My palm connects with her ass, the wet slap echoing around us and leaving a rosy imprint. That image ignites in me such a visceral reaction, a possessiveness like nothing I’ve experienced before, aching to mark her from the inside out. I’d like nothing more than to tattoo my name on her, so everyone knows she’s taken. Mine.
She could be a spy. An assassin. The woman sent to end me, and I couldn’t care less, too desperate to hold on to this serenity that has eluded me.
Three more smacks follow in rapid succession, and her head drops in abandon.
“Look at me,” I command, overcome by an incessant urge to show her who she belongs to.
She instantly obeys, seeking my eyes over her shoulder.
“Look at what I am doing to your body, to your pussy. Look at me as I make you mine.” I groan. “You fucked up, baby.”
“How?” She licks her lips, looking at me through glazed over eyes.
“You have caught the attention of a predator.”
She gasps, realizing what that means for her.
“Good, you’re understanding. You’re mine now.” I push inside her in one go, and she cries out my name, half in surrender, half in plea.
Buried deep inside her does things to me I can’t even describe. It spurs me on, chasing reason while I sink deeper into madness.
Her sweet sounds fill my ears as I grip her hips and pound into her as if wanting to see where she ends and I begin.
“Tristan, please…”
“Look at my baby, so thoroughly fucked. Such an innocent girl begging for cock, loving to be fucked hard.”
I sweep my eyes from her flushed face and teary eyes to her pussy that struggles to take my cock, so swollen and tiny compared to the bat I am shoving into the tightest hole possible.
As if praising her for doing such a good job at accepting me and taking my cock, I caress down her spine, nibbling along her neck.
“I want you to come again. Can you do that, my good girl who lets me fuck her like a seasoned slut?”
She whines, shaking her head while she strangles the life out of me.
A passionate woman hides behind the façade, and I ache to coax out the sexual goddess. We’re going to have so much fun playing. Together—in and out of the bedroom.
“That wasn’t a question, more of a directive, but you’ll learn, Viviana. You’ll come as many times as I want, you will be the perfect doll for me,” I say, curling my fingers around her ponytail and tugging her head back.
Snaking my arm around her waist, I rub her clit, and she throws her head back, her breath hitching. She’s almost there.
“Good girl,” I say, wrapping my hand around her neck.
