Through the shimmer of the neon lights casting against the full moon, her ivory skin seemed to glow, so luminous she didn’t seem real.
Her act of defiance continued, staring at me in the reflection with her mouth slightly askew. I’d be damned if she didn’t squeeze her muscles on purpose. I knew because of the slightly mischievous smile on her face.
Clench and release.
Clench and release.
She wanted to play the scenario that way, huh? Then I had no problem giving it to her as roughly as she could take.
This time as I pounded into her, every moan was severe, becoming wild cries of determined hunger. For whatever reason as she did her best to match my ruthless strokes, additional intrigue filtered into my mind. There was a tough spirit that sparked behind her wounded eyes.
She was just one night. Just a plaything, but for whatever reason, I felt possessive of her.
Enough so I found myself with my fingers wrapped around her throat becoming a man obsessed. My beautiful Aphrodite didn’t fight me, her eyes still burning like bright stars as I fucked her long and hard.
She was losing a battle, her body betraying her as I’d experienced before. I’d never wanted a woman to experience ecstasy as I did with her.
With my face nuzzled in her hair, I whispered yet another command. “Come for me. Come on my cock. Now.”
Within three seconds, her body reacted to the unseemly command. Every muscle twitched much like my own. Yet I was holding back, controlling myself until the very end.
If that was possible.
The hunger and my possessive needs meshed together in some barbaric stance. I wanted her sore yet begging for more.
She slapped her hands on the windows several times, her body convulsing in my hold. With her pussy muscles clamping down,I pitched my head back, gritting my teeth as her whimpers of rapture echoed in my ears.
She had no idea what she’d done to me and we were just getting started. I refused to stop, pulling her off the floor as she pounded on the window. Was she now hoping others would see us? My naughty little girl. She did surprise me, more so than I’d believed possible.
I squeezed my fingers around her throat, cutting off a portion of her air supply and every muscle in her body spasmed even more. Fuck. This girl could take everything I was dishing out. I closed my eyes, adding my hand on top of one of hers.
She was the one who intertwined our fingers, even wrapping her legs around mine. Sweet Jesus, I could do this for hours.
Yet a break would be needed. I half laughed as my body betrayed me as well. There was no control left and within seconds, I erupted deep inside, filling her with my seed.
Every move of her hips kept my cock swelling. When she reached back, grabbing my leg, I closed my damn eyes. I’d never come this hard before in my life.
We both fell against the window seconds later, panting to try to catch our breath. I loosened my hold, adoring the way she fit so perfectly in my arms.
Maybe three minutes later, I eased her down, but not for long. When I picked her up in my arms, cradling her tightly against me, she seemed surprised. Maybe she’d expected I was a true dominant asshole, forcing her to crawl on her hands and knees. Why waste the time?
I took her into the suite’s bedroom, not bothering to turn on a light. A deal was a deal and keeping it was in her best interest.
When she was on the comforter, I leaned over, fanning her hair out. Her breathing was still labored as I rolled the tip of my index finger down the bridge of her nose.
“Stay right where you are. Do not move. If you do, you know what will happen. I’ll be right back.” A part of me wanted her to disobey. I flexed my fingers before fisting them seconds later. The ache lingered.
She peered up at me, panting while watching me. I backed away, taking careful steps, smiling when I left the room.
What a delicious find for the night. I snagged my coat off the floor, checking my phone to ensure there weren’t any emergencies. When I noticed my Capo had called, I was more than annoyed. Yeah, I knew he wouldn’t do so without there being a legitimate reason. That didn’t mean interrupting a night of pleasure wasn’t a goddamn irritant.
While I grabbed the champagne bottle, I dialed the number. “This had better be good, Donatello.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time? A little tutu action?”
“You’re hilarious. Spill it.”
He chuckled. “Talking with the informants likely paid off. That possible situation I mentioned might involve the liquor warehouse.”
