Now I was finally facing the truth.
He fucked me slowly, my Cam. I moaned as his hands teased my breasts then gripped my hips hard. He covered my mouth with one palm and sunk a finger between my lips. I sucked it then bit down and he growled his pleasure as he fucked me faster and deeper.
“Quiet, my little Irene,” he whispered in my ear. “You want the whole house to know what I’m doing to you?”
“Maybe,” I moaned into his fingers.
“I bet you do,” he said, cock filling me over and over, his strong arms and hands pinning me to the wall and taking me, his massive cock stretching and filling me. “You’d like that, if we got caught right now? You want the world to see how soaking wet you get when my cock fills you up?”
“God, yes,” I whispered. “I can’t help myself. As soon as you touch me.”
“You want everyone to see that you’re mine,” he growled, lips so close to my ear. “You want them all to know your body’s mine, your skin’s mine, your moans are all mine.”
He fucked me faster, taking me rough and wild, and the pleasure spiked in a wave that rolled down my spine. I dug my fingers into the wall and pushed back against him, bucking my hips, sliding his cock faster, letting him grab my hair and cover my mouth and take me, god, yes, take me. I’d never felt so controlled before in my life and I loved it. I wanted his strong arms to pin me down, his hands to grab my hips, his voice to command me to do all the filthy things he wanted. I’d give him my mouth, my pussy, my breasts. I’d give him whatever he wanted, so long as he kept fucking me, kept making me feel so good.
I came in a burst of intense ecstasy that nearly knocked me off my feet. Cam held me up against the wall and kept going, fucking me savagely, and I felt him stiffen as he filled me, warm and sticky and sweet. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut as my dizzy head slowly came down from the incredible heights of that wild orgasm.
He turned me around and held me. He kissed my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids, my fingers, my neck, my throat. It was like he wanted to make sure I was all there, that I was really me. I ran my hands through his hair and let him hold me, and I felt safe, god, so safe. It took me a little while to identify the feeling. It’d been years since I felt safety and I wasn’t sure I’d ever have that again, but now I felt a glimmer of my old self returning, here in his arms.
“We should go feed our guest,” I said finally, unwillingly. I wanted to stay in that hallway for hours.
“You’re probably right.” He got himself dressed then helped me get my jeans back on. “I’d rather go find an empty room and keep doing this, though.”
“After,” I said and touched his cheek. I felt my face flush pink when I realized what I’d just said. “For tonight. Okay?”
He touched my lips and nodded. “For tonight,” he said.
We headed wordlessly down to the kitchen, holding hands.
16
Cam
“Holy crap, this is one freaking awesome pool,” Sasha said and went running down toward it. She threw herself onto one of the lounge chairs, shoved her hands behind her head, and let out a low sigh of pleasure. She grinned up as I approached, shading my eyes, with Irene right behind me.
“It’s pretty nice,” I agreed. “You have anything like it back home in Ukraine?”
“Hell, no,” she said. “Nothing like this. Not for girls like me anyway.”
“What was your home like?” Irene asked, sitting down on the chair next to her.
I walked a few feet away and stood near the edge. An inflatable giraffe floated past, blown by the invisible wind. The grounds of the manor house were immaculate, and I could only imagine how many people it took to cut the grass and trim the bushes and weed all the flower beds. Dean clearly cared about the place though and kept it looking nice.
Which made sense. It was the heart of the Valentino family, and if he couldn’t afford the upkeep, then there was something wrong with the family’s finances. I looked out across the slowly sloping yard, past a gorgeous oak tree, and toward the forest beyond. It was all owned by Dean as far as I understood it, Dean and his wife Mags.
“Quiet,” Sasha said. “Dusty. Old. Soviets came years ago when my parents were young and they messed everything up but also modernized it all. Then they left, and nothing got fixed, so it’s all still rotting away. My village was a little nowhere place in a little nowhere country.”