“Fuck…so fucking wet… Is this for me, little cat?” He purrs and I nod, my lips between my teeth.
He groans as his fingers slide between my legs and two fingers push inside me at the same time, making me gasp at the intrusion.
He pumps his fingers a few times, stretching me wide. Pleasure zings through my core and I go crazy, whining, mewling,moaning and writhing in pleasure while he makes sure I can take what he’s about to give me.
When he pulls his hand back, his fingers glisten in the dim light. He makes a sound that might be approval or satisfaction, then stands and starts unbuckling his belt while I watch with hooded, hungry eyes.
My heart pounds hard and my breaths are coming too fast. My body is already aching for more, more, more.
He strips—no show, no seduction. Just removing obstacles between him and what he wants. When he’s finally naked, I see all of him.
Big. Hard. And so ready.
For a second, my senses speak up.
What am I doing? I don’t know this man, don’t know what he’s capable of.
But that’s exactly why I’m here. Because I don’t want to know. Don’t want to think. Just want to feel something other than the terror that’s been choking me since I woke up in Antonio’s mansion me hours ago.
He moves between my legs, grabs my hips, and drags me to the edge of the bed with enough force to make me gasp. Positioning me exactly where he wants me, my legs hanging off the side, completely open to him.
His hands run up my thighs, rough palms scraping against soft skin. He grips my knees and pushes them wider apart, spreading me completely for him.
“Look at me, little cat.”
The command in his voice makes me obey without thinking even though my brows furrow at the nickname. I meet his eyes through both our masks.
“I’m going to fuck you, now,” he says, his voice rough. “And I may not be gentle.”
Before I can respond, he lines himself up and drives in.
The penetration is exactly as he said. Too fast, too hard, too deep all at once. I scream at the invasion—pleasure and pain mixing until I can’t tell them apart, until everything is just an overwhelming sensation that wipes out my brain.
He doesn’t pause to let me adjust or give me time to breathe or accommodate his size.
He just starts fucking me like he’s been starving for ages. Hard, punishing thrusts that slam the bed frame against the wall with rhythmic thuds that anyone passing by could probably hear.
His hands grip my hips and holds me onto him with each thrust, going deeper than should be possible, hitting places inside me that make me see stars.
“Oh, yes! Yes! Please, harder, yes!” I have no idea what I’m saying at this point, I meet him thrust for thrust. My body responding even as my mind struggles to process what’s happening. My nails rake down his back, drawing blood, leaving marks of my own. He hisses at the pain, but if anything it makes him rougher.
The sounds filling the room are obscene. Skin slapping against skin. My gasps and moans that I can’t control. His breathing,harsh and controlled, like he’s trying hard to restrain himself from being even rougher.
God, could he be rougher than this?
“Harder,” I hear myself say, sounding desperate, like someone I don’t recognize.
He complies without a word. Changes the angle slightly and pounds into me with enough force that I’m genuinely seeing stars now, my vision going white at the edges with each thrust.
One hand releases my hip and moves up my body, over my stomach, between my breasts, until it wraps around my throat and squeezes gently. For a second, I freeze.
This man could kill me right now and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. I’m completely at his mercy.
The thought should terrify me. Should snap me out of whatever insanity has taken over my brain.
Instead it sends me higher, pleasure coiling tighter in my core with each punishing thrust.
His other hand moves between my legs, finding my clit with his thumb, he starts to rub and I go absolutely crazy.
