“You will do everything I say, Giuliana. Everything. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“So good.”
Hot hands glided over the curve of her ass, imprinting his touch on her skin. He spread the cheeks before lowering them, testing their firmness. Then he slicked his way over the front of her thighs. The motion brought him closer to her, his rough clothing rubbing against her back. The contrast was a spark dancing on the edge.
“Sometimes, you need a cage to be free, Giuliana. I’ll show you what that means.”
Pasquale lifted her into his powerful arms and stalked up his stairs. She didn’t get to see much of his décor, not with him moving so fast. They entered a dark room, and she only got the impression of blues, whites, and black before he tossed her onto the bed.
Her breasts jerked with the fall, and his gaze followed the movement.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
His words were guttural, a praise, a plea. Slowly, he peeled his clothing off, exposing a chiseled chest and abs, narrow waist, and a cock standing thicker and longer than Giuliana had ever risked taking. She was by no imagination a virgin, but sex for her had been quick and fast in the desperate moments she’d been able to flee from under Arturo’s watchful eye.
Pasquale was not a man to be rushed or hidden away. Naked and in control, he traced a free hand down over her neck and between her breasts. Giuliana’s breath came hot and fast, puffing over his chin as he caressed her.
“Don’t think. Don’t fight. Just feel. Let me take care of you as no one has before.”
“I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Needing this.”
“And need, for you, is a cage.”
Giuliana nodded.
“I will take pleasure from your body and give you so much you’ll want to run away. I’m going to demand it, Giuliana. And you can fear it, but don’t run.”
“Every man in my life wants to control me.”
“Yes, except for me. I want you to give me control.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“Oh, it’s very different. Let me show you.”
Giuliana bit her lip as Pasquale slipped his hand over her left breast. Her nipple pressed hard against his skin. She may have been afraid, but she wanted his touch.
His other fingers snaked around her right breast and nuzzled the flesh. The faint scent of snow wafted off him, and under it a warmer, spicier smell that belonged just to him. He buried his nose in her chest, inhaling deeply.
My scent does the same for him.
The sudden understanding blasted through her. She wanted a taste. She wanted to see him hover over her as he pounded inside. His tongue slid over her skin, mirroring her need. He licked his way to her nipple, sucking her inside his mouth. With each pass of his tongue, Giuliana grunted, her body tightening like a bow string.
Still sucking, he played with her other one. Pasquale pulled on her harder, tightening her nipple until he released it with a pop.
“One more,” he whispered against her other nipple.
He gave it the same treatment, pulling on her, his fingertips dancing over skin. She couldn’t fight the moan slipping between her lips. Or the harsh hiss cutting through the sounds of him pleasuring her. The hard, wet tip of his cock traced a path over her belly.
She shifted, wanting him closer, and he stopped everything, holding her down with one spread hand between her breasts.
“I said let me.”
