Beautiful Seduction

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded as he slid the tip up and down the crack of my ass.

“I do.”

“No. Tell. Me.”

“Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

His upper lip curled again. Then he pressed the tip against my swollen folds, teasing me. I jutted my hips, forcing more of his cock inside. He laughed, lowering his head and whispering in my ear, “You will never be in charge, dolce angelo. Never.”

I threw my head back as he drove the entire length inside, my muscles immediately tightening, pulling him in even deeper. He gripped both hips, holding me in place as he pulled out before slamming into me again.

He developed a rhythm, driving me harder, taking me savagely. I kept my hands on the glass, pushing back against him, craving him to be even deeper. The moment was wild and animalistic, every sound we made guttural. Within seconds, the electricity soared to another plateau and I was spiraling out of control.

The orgasm swept through me like a tidal wave, so thunderous that I couldn’t stop the scream from erupting.

He whispered powerful words in Italian as he continued fucking me. The euphoria became explosive, another climax forcing my body to shake uncontrollably.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”

He continued pumping, so damn hard I wasn’t certain how much more I could take.

“I can’t get enough. More. I need more.” He dragged his tongue along my neck, licking the shell of my ear. “I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”

Tensing, I knew there was no way of saying no to the man and in truth, I wanted the dirty act. His eyes never left mine as he slipped the tip to my darkened hole. “What you do to me,” he muttered then slid his cock in an inch at a time.

For all the brutality the man inflicted, all the violence I knew he’d created in his life, there was something especially gentle about what he was doing. The tension quickly eased as the discomfort wrapped around my brain, but within seconds, the pleasure became unmeasurable. How could something this filthy feel so damn good?

I bit my lip, the fog on the mirror creating an ominous look to our reflections. I wiped my fingers through it, longing to watch him as he took me, rutting me. Every sensation was expounded tenfold, every sound louder than the music. I was pushed into another wondrous moment, his body slamming into mine, the force driving me into the counter. But I didn’t care.

I wanted more.

Needed all of him.

The blur in my eyes remained, the ragged beating of my heart pumping in my ears. When I could tell he was finally ready to come, I met every hard thrust, groaning like an animal.

Then I squeezed my muscles, throwing back my head and savoring the heated rush as he exploded deep inside.

There was nothing like the primal roar he released, letting everyone who could hear us that he’d claimed me just like the beast I knew him to be.

For a few precious seconds, we were as one.

Maybe, just maybe…

Valentin wrapped his body around mine, both of us taking time to control our breathing.

Then he pulled away.

I don’t know why that should surprise me, but it did. When he handed me several paper towels, I finally felt as awkward as I knew I should. I was suddenly embarrassed, confused that he now seemed so cold. What the hell was he doing?

Keeping my gaze lowered, I took a few minutes to clean up, realizing he’d kept my panties as a souvenir.

When I turned around, he was staring at me much like he’d done in the club.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, realizing I didn’t want to know the answer. This wasn’t some love story by any means. This was two people who couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other and nothing more.

“Il mio dolce angelo,” he whispered, the sound reverberating in my ears.

“I don’t understand.”