For some reason, I knew he’d make good on his promise. There would be a time in my life I’d see him again.
I only hoped I’d be in the position and mindset to resist.
This time, he backed me into the room, finally lifting me off my feet, his arm positioned under my buttocks. He walked through the main room and into the expansive bedroom. There were no candles lit or flower petals strewn across the bed, no offering of romance.
There was a gun positioned on the dresser, easy to grab if necessary. I wanted to ask him about his life, to understand more about him, but there was no reason to. This wasn’t some great entrance into a relationship and the man would never meet my father’s expectations. This was just one night.
When he eased me to my feet, I could tell he was waiting for some kind of reaction, perhaps as if I was ready to claw out his eyes.
Or worse.
I took a step away, feeling even more naked than before, his heated gaze boring right through me. My fingers shaking, I tugged on the hem of his shirt before unbuttoning the remaining few. Even though the electricity continued to spark between us, my hands were icy cold and the moment I slid the material off his shoulders, he took a ragged breath.
Almost instantly my hands were on fire from the slightest touch. I brushed them down his chiseled arms, marveling in his toned abs and slender waist. Every part of his body seemed perfect, as if he refused the lack of control in any aspect of his life. He seemed surprised that I took my time rubbing my fingers across his chest, trailing them down to his stomach, even swirling the tip of my finger around his bellybutton.
His breathing remained ragged as I unbuckled his belt, allowing my fingers to stroke the leather in remembrance. Every part of me was quivering, the breath caught in my throat. When I was able to peel away the edges of his pants, he allowed a single husky sound to push past his lips.
I slowly dropped to my knees, tugging on the material, marveling in his muscular thighs. As I removed his shoes, finally able to rid him of the rest of his clothing, only then did he utter a few words.
“Such an incredible find.”
As if I were indeed just a prize, a toy positioned on a shelf.
He wasted no time, pushing me down onto the bed then crawling over me, forcing me to lift my legs until they were wrapped around his waist. He was just as rock hard as before, his cock standing at full attention.
Unable to resist, I eased my hand between his legs, rolling his balls between my fingers. They were so swollen, so filled with need. I slid my finger along the underside of his cock, marveling in the way his shaft throbbed in my hand. When I twisted my fingers around the base, he shuddered visibly, his breath even more ragged than before.
“Be careful what you ask for, princess.”
“I’m not asking,” I whispered.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He seemed pensive, his eyes glassy as he hovered over me. As he finally lowered down, his cock slipping easily inside, I couldn’t help but moan.
All the reasons I wanted to destroy him seemed to fade away as he pumped in a slow and easy rhythm. I wrapped my feet together, moving with him as his cock filled me, spreading me wide open. The way he was staring at me, his expression one of absolute domination evoked so many deep-seated emotions, sending a series of chills down my spine.
I knew he was cold-hearted, that I meant nothing to him. This was the way of mafia men, no matter the circumstances or the country. Women were merely precious objects.
He thrust harder and faster, every plunge more brutal than the one before and I arched my back in an effort to meet them.
I tossed my head back and forth, unable to stop the moans. I was drifting into another moment of ecstasy, allowing him to take over.
He wasn’t finished yet and within seconds, he rolled me onto my stomach, straddling me once again, my legs only partially open. “You are so beautiful, sweet princess, a woman to be reckoned with. Un delicioso regalo.”
“Mmm…”
“My delicious gift.” He whispered the words a second time, using a single finger to zigzag a line all the way down my back. He slipped his cock back into my pussy, his hard thrust rocking me forward.
I clamped my fists around the comforter, trying to catch my breath as a wave of vibrantly colored stars floated in front of my eyes. When he pulled out only seconds later, dragging me to the end of the bed, I whimpered. I knew exactly what he was going to do.
The two hard smacks across my bottom left me tingling all over, the heat resurfacing all over again. As he pressed one hand against the small of my back and leaned over, his breathless whisper was almost unrecognizable.
“Now I fuck you in the ass.”
I could feel my body tensing, my heart racing. When he pulled apart my ass cheeks, sliding the tip of his slickened cock up and down, I couldn’t fight the fear rising to the surface. I moaned into the material, beating my fist against the bed, my toes curling from the thought alone.
For a brutal man he could be so gentle, barely sliding the tip just inside. He leaned over once again, pressing his lips against my shoulder. “Relax, Valencia. I will go nice and slow.”
Relax.
How the hell was I supposed to relax?
I held my breath and closed my eyes, waiting for the wretched agony I knew I’d feel. As he pushed inside, mere centimeters at a time, the discomfort was intense. Another inch and another. I felt like he was splitting me in two.
Then something amazing happened. As my muscles relaxed, the hint of pain turned into something else entirely, sensations unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
I heard him exclaim when he was fully seated, filling me so completely. He whispered words in Spanish, what sounded like lyrics from a song as he slid in and out. I was mesmerized by his tone, the incredible beauty of his voice. Hearing the lilting sound was more shocking than anything that had occurred before.
He was such a complex man, one of mystery and a strange kind of honor. I closed my eyes as he rode me, his actions riddled with passion and drive, his hunger having no bounds.
He whispered once more; the words weren’t from a song, but a statement and I knew that our time was finished and that he was letting me go.
Then he began to thrust in more brutal actions, but with every deep plunge I wanted more.
I craved more.
Nothing had prepared me for this.
Or for the man.