“If you want me to be happy, then let me go and leave me alone.”
“No.” He pulled me against him. I struggled and pushed away, but he shoved me back against the wall and pinned me there. I breathed hard, gasping for air, and stared into his eyes. He stared back, a deep, dark fever in his gaze. “You’ll get yourself killed, playing this game.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know you like mystery novels. You sleep late when you can. You like coffee with milk, no sugar, and a bowl of cereal for breakfast. You sing in the shower. You hum while doing the dishes. You prefer the color green. You look like heaven in the sunlight. You like trashy reality TV, but you feel bad about it, so you make yourself watch prestige HBO shows. I know you, Jules. I see you. And I’m going to help you.”
I shivered under his touch. Nobody, and I mean nobody, had ever noticed all of that before. Even when I lived in my father’s house and did the same things all the time, nobody had ever seen me.
But Carmine could see me. His eyes tore into mine like razors and I was scared to give myself over, but more scared to walk away.
He could help me. He could make things better. Maybe he even wanted to.
But this could also blow up in my face and ruin everything I’d worked so hard for. It took me forever to convince my father to let me go to school in America. I didn’t want to lose that.
“Why?” I whispered, trying to blink back the tears. “Why this? Why now?”
“Because I’m sick and tired of living like I’ll be around forever. It’s time I admitted what I wanted and took it.”
“You want me then?”
“I want to help you. I don’t know what I want beyond that.”
I felt his heart racing, he was so close. “I think I know.”
“Don’t distract me.”
I wiggled my hips slowly. “You want to fuck me.”
“Jules.” There was a sharp warning in his tone but his eyes blazed.
“You do. You want me naked, my legs spread. You want to see me dripping wet. You want to slide that big, thick cock inside and fill me with your cum.” I’d never, ever said anything like that before in my life, and my cheeks burned with humiliation, but it worked.
He looked at me like he could barely hold himself back.
“You’re trying to distract me,” he said through clenched teeth.
“It’s working.”
“Yes, it is.” He released one wrist and wrapped his fingers around my throat. “I won’t forget the pills, Jules.” He turned me around suddenly and pushed me against the wall. I gasped in shock as he held onto my throat and pulled down my shorts roughly with his other hand. “I won’t forget them, even if this—” He ran his fingers along my soaking, slick pussy. “Even if this is begging for me. Even if this distracts me.”
I moaned as his grip on my throat tightened. He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants and boxer briefs. I felt his thick shaft against my ass and he bit my shoulders, my back, before releasing my throat and kneeling down. He spread me wide and licked me, top to bottom. I moaned with delight and shock and pleasure as he pushed his fingers inside and out then stood.
He grabbed my throat again and pinned one wrist behind my back.
“You shouldn’t play my game, princess,” he whispered hotly in my ear. I felt his cock press against my slick, dripping opening. “You won’t win. You’ll only give me what I want.”
I whimpered as he filled me nice and slow.
I said nothing. I didn’t tell him. I kept my mouth shut as he slid himself inside of me and took my virginity.
It hurt at first. He was massive, and I’d never had anything like him inside. But soon, his lips found mine, and his hand released my throat, and he began to slide in and out and the pain dimmed, replaced with incredible, earth-shattering pleasure.
He teased my breasts. He pulled my hair. He fucked me faster, taking his pleasure. “Every inch of you drives me wild,” he said, groaning his desire. “Your tight pussy. Your delicious lips. God, Jules, where the fuck did you come from?”
“I’ve been right here,” I said, moaning. I could feel him filling me, again and again, fucking me deep. “Please don’t stop.” I begged him. I moaned and whimpered. “Please keep going.”
He fucked me faster. We fell into a rhythm, our bodies working. I was sweating and he licked my back, tasting my salty skin. He sent me to heaven, and I threw my head back as he pulled me hair and took me, took me rough, his strong hand gripping my hips.