“Look at me,” he ordered.
I opened my eyes, realizing I closed them as the pleasure became too much. My head was still to the side, my cheek against the door. I tilted it more so I could see his face. He pulled his fingers from my body and held them up. The dim lighting allowed me to see how glossy those digits were. And then he brought them to his mouth and sucked my juices off. The sight was highly erotic and caused a gush of moisture to leave me. I clenched my thighs to try to stem off the arousal.
The pressure just made it worse.
He had his hand on my waist again then I felt the tip of him at my pussy hole. I held my breath as I waited for him to slam into me. That’s what I wanted… needed.
He growled low in his throat, and in one swift move, he buried himself deep within me.
The pleasure-pain was bittersweet, and I curled my hands against the door, my nails scraping the wood. My pussy would be sore come morning, and that very thought sounded so incredible that I pushed back against him right when he retreated, causing Frankie to sink back into me.
“Christ,” he roared out, his hands painful on my waist.
He fucked me so hard my body slammed against the door every time he pushed back into me. I moaned, mewled like a wounded animal. I needed more.
Frankie was like a machine as he pistoned in and out of my body. The sting of pain from his powerful thrusts coupled with the pleasure of another mounting orgasm had me slamming my hips back against him. And when he slid his hands over my sides and up my chest to cup my breasts, I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood.
He pinched and tugged at my nipples, all the while never stopping his frantic thrusting.
“Frankie,” I cried out as I felt myself climb higher.
He responded with a growl. His hips pressed faster, harder. His fingers tugged on the peaks of my breasts to the point of pain. And when I didn’t think I could take any more… he sent me over the edge.
“You were made for me, Nadja.”
Yes. I. Was.
He let out another deep, primal growl, and I whimpered in response. I came for him like I’d never come before. He thrust into me once, twice, and on the third time, Frankie bottomed out in my body.
He came right along with me.
I knew what Frankie was capable of. I knew the lengths he’d go to get what he wanted, to protect those he loved. It didn’t frighten me. It didn’t turn me away.
It had me welcoming him home with open arms.
32
Frankie
A couple weeks later
I was so damn nervous. I pulled at the collar of my shirt, the fucker feeling like it strangled me. I was sweating, my heart raced, and I felt like I was going on my first date. I supposed in a sense that was the truth.
I hadn’t been with a female, hadn’t dated one, had interest in one, hell, hadn’t fucking taken to one aside from my brothers’ women in the last five years. Since before Nadja. And before her? Fuck, I didn’t even remember.
But now that things were relatively calm, the threat to her gone, I wanted to get back to where we were. I wanted to wine and dine her, show her off, let everyone know the girl on my arm was mine.
I heard the bedroom door open, heard the sound of her shoes clicking softly on the floor. I felt my muscles tighten as I rounded the corner so I could watch her come to me.
And then there she was.
God. Look at her. My heart stopped. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I had a hand on my chest, right over my heart. I couldn’t have taken my focus off her if my life depended on it.
She walked down the hallway, wearing this little white lacy number. It had to be new, because I’d never seen her wear the dress before. I’d sure as fuck remember her looking so gorgeous. The dress was sleeveless, the detailing around the edges feminine and making my heart palpate. She wore these little black heels that showed the tips of her toes. Peep-toes, she’d called them. Her nails were painted red, a splash of color against an otherwise innocent shade that adorned her.
Nadja stopped a few feet from me, and I was speechless. Her cheeks were painted pink, and her lips had a light gloss on them. She was stunning.
“You look beautiful,” I finally managed to get out and cleared my throat.
Her face turned pink from my compliment, and she said, “Thank you,” in the sweetest fucking voice.
I started tugging at the collar of my shirt again. She reached up, placing her hand over mine, stilling my nervous movements.