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“I want my own room.” My bag is already out; time to pack. A low rumble comes from his chest. “Let’s see how long you last with that arrangement.” I swallow. I could live to regret this.
“There isn’t a single corner you could run to where I wouldn’t scorch the earth to find you. I told you, you belong to me. Understand?”
“Y-you tied me up?” Her voice starts to shake. “I did, and you had best get used to it, angel.” Her green eyes narrow. “What if I don’t want to be yours?” “Looks like I’ll have to leave you here a little bit longer for you to think about it.” I press a kiss to the tip of her nose, stand, straighten my jacket and turn to leave. “Frankie! Don’t leave me here!” she screams out in frustration.
“It’s all for me and it will only ever be for me,” he rasps, his hot breath against my cheek.
“Do you think you deserve my cock, angel?” he groans, his hard tip teasing my entrance. “Fuck, yes,” I pant out. He slams his fingers inside. A cry escapes my throat, arching my back off the bed. That isn’t what I want. “Mine,” he growls in my ear.
He grabs onto my thigh and pushes it towards my chest. “Holy shit, Frankie.” Pleasure courses through me. “Don’t you dare, come. Your punishment starts now. Prove you’re mine.” Our eyes lock. He’s dead serious. Sitting back on his heels between my legs, he strokes his cock. Keeping his hungry gaze on me. It only increases the burning within me for him. With my name on his lips, he grunts and his warm come spills over my pussy. He doesn’t even look at me as he shoves his dick back in his boxers and does up his pants. I throw my head back in frustration.
“I own your pleasure, Zara. You’ll come when I decide you can, not a second before.” “B-but, Frankie.” “You left me.”
“I didn’t think you’d care that much.”
“I care. More than I’d like to admit to even myself, dolcezza.”
“I didn’t run from you, Frankie. I only came here for answers. I was coming back to you.” “That isn’t how we operate, you’ll soon learn. We never go alone.”
“The fact you have my cum dripping down you, tells me this isn’t a kidnapping, dolcezza. You can’t steal something that’s already yours.” “Well, it feels like it if you’re never going to let me get off.” “Oh, trust me. Once you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll make you come as many times as you want. That’s the beauty of it. The quicker you catch on, the better this will be for both of us.” “Are you really that pissed off with me?” “Pissed off doesn’t even begin to cover what I am feeling right now. Get dressed. We have a flight to catch.”
“Upstairs, you know where my bedroom is. I expect you to be naked and on your knees on the bed.”
“That’s fine with me. I’ll just have to prove to you who that pussy belongs to for the rest of the night.”
“For the woman who just tried to run away from me, you’re fucking dripping for me, baby.”
“More,” she says through gritted teeth. I pull back my hand and smack her upper thigh. “I’ll tell you when you can have more. If you’re going to beg, it has to be better than that, dolcezza.”
“Take it, take what you want.” Just as she starts to fade from the wave of her first orgasm, I swiftly turn her over so her back is on the bed. “Bring your knees up.” She does, opening her legs, and I step between them. I lean over and grip the sides of her throat. Her breath catches as I slide three fingers back into her. “Another one.” Her cheeks flush as I keep pumping my hand. Her back arches off the bed and her juices smother my palm. It doesn’t take long to have her balancing on the edge again. “Look at me.” Her hooded green eyes meet mine. “Look at the man who owns you as you
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Yes, I want to punish her for running from me. It’s more than that. I want to show her how fucking freeing it can be, letting me take control. For once in her life, she can stop that brain from overthinking everything. If she says stop, I will. This is a test. Can she trust me enough to hand over herself entirely to me? I want to prove to her she can give me every single part of her and I will protect her with my life.
Her soft moans are replaced by screams as I smack my palm against it. “Count for me, dolcezza.” “O-one.” “Good girl. See, you can listen.” My hand cracks down again. I run a finger along her soaking cunt and she jolts forward. “Two,” she stutters, and my cock is begging to explode. “So fucking wet.”
“Please, Frankie?” The desperation in her voice has me groaning. “What do you want, baby?” The cool air is welcome over my fevered shoulders as I toss my sweaty shirt aside. “You.” Her response has me pause, kicking my shoes off. “Me? Really? I didn’t get that impression earlier.” “I’m sorry.” “Stop apologizing.”
“What do you want, dolcezza? My fingers?” I say, pushing them inside her. I quickly pull them out and her body sags forward, so I tug her back, holding her hip tightly. I hover my mouth over her pussy. “Or my mouth?” I say and take a slow and sensual lick before sitting back on my heels. “Fuck, Frankie. Please fuck me.” “Oh, is it my cock you want sinking deep inside you? Do you want to be fucked like you’re my dirty little slut?” “Yes!” She writhes against the silken sheets, her flushed body begging for me.
“Are you mine?” “I’m yours. I promise.” She squirms around me, her legs hitting against mine. “I don’t believe you.”
“Now, beg like a good girl.” “I need you to fuck me more than I need air to breathe. Please, sir,” she purrs the last word. It sends blood rushing straight to my cock. I waste no time slamming into her. I can’t take it anymore. I need to know how it feels to claim her. “Fuck,” I hiss out as her pussy clamps down so tight on my cock. “Oh my god, Frankie!” she cries out and nuzzles her face into my neck to muffle her screams as I sink as deep as I can go. I pull nearly all the way out and thrust inside her, over and over again. She bites down on my shoulder, I grit my teeth as the pain
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“That was pretty good.” She bites back a grin. I tilt her chin up so she can see me. “You think we’re finished?”
“Oh, holy fuck, Zara.” I can barely see, let alone do much else. I wriggle in his grasp. His thigh between my legs is absolutely drenched. “Did I just—” “Squirt? Yes, you did, all over me.”
“Don’t you dare be embarrassed, dolcezza. Do I look anything other than completely turned on right now?”
She might be a brat, but she is my brat.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of time to make sure all your needs are met, baby.”
“You think that is what I want from you? I’ve told you I want a woman to stand alongside me. It’s up to you if you become that.”
“Just make sure whatever you buy, I have access to your pussy whenever the hell I want it,”
“Nope, the club we’re going to, I’ll actually be able to touch you this time. And I won’t just know what you look like when you come thinking about me. I know what you look like when my cock sinks so deep inside you that you can barely contain yourself.”
“This is all mine, dolcezza. I can do as I please with you wherever and whenever I decide to. You are mine, therefore you belong in my bed.”
“It’s because deep down, you and I are similar. That fire in you—I want to tame it for me, never for anyone else. You, Zara, were meant for more in life. I can give you that. You have shown me that time and time again.”
“You might like this, then,” I whisper. Placing my hand over his at the hem of my dress and guiding him underneath, his fingers brush along the lace at the top of my crotchless panties and he trails it down towards my bare pussy, sucking in a breath as his finger circles my clit. “Just for you, sir.” “Such a good little slut for me.”
My hand trails over his hard cock, straining against his zipper. “You don’t want me to fix this for you before?” With a wicked grin on his lips, he shakes his head in amusement. “You’ll be getting plenty of it tonight. Don’t worry about that.” He places a fierce kiss on my lips, almost leaving me breathless as he waltzes off into his en-suite.
“No, dolcezza. That ink is a reflection of you. If they don’t accept you for who you are, they don’t deserve a single fucking second of your time.”
“I never want you to hide, not from me, not from anyone. You need to realize just how special you are, angel.”
“Does that show you?” I grab her hand and run it along my dick, and her face flushes.
“You’re going to enjoy the reward you’ve just earned yourself, baby.”
“Touch another woman, I will cut your dick off and make you eat it. Do I make myself clear, sir?”
“You wouldn’t. You enjoy it far too much.”
“You have plenty of other uses besides that. I’ll survive.”
“Mine will be the only dick that you will have for the rest of your life.” I growl, sliding my hand underneath her dress, letting her juices coat my fingers. “You think anyone else could make you feel like this?”
“Do you want to come?” A tinge of panic clouds her features. I firmly push her face back towards me. “Y-yes.” Her heaving chest tinges red with a blush. “In front of all these people? Will you give in to me?” I want to test her, see how far she is truly willing to go for me, how much she trusts me. “Anywhere,” she pants. “Hmm.” I slide a finger in and she nudges open her legs, giving me better access. “Such a temptress,” I mutter against her neck. “Oh, Frankie,” she moans, resting her head against my shoulder. “Soak my fingers, angel. Show me how wet you are for me.”
“Bite my neck, I’ll let you save those screams for when it’s just us, dolcezza.” I bend down so her teeth can sink into me as I twist my fingers inside her. She shudders against me. I brush her silky hair away from her cheek and place a kiss there.
"You have a problem." “Tell me more, baby.” He grips my waist, hugging me closer. “You’ve got two high-ranking cops over in the corner. They know me. Alex is working for my dad. I’m sure of it. He was the one telling Chad to raid my apartment.”
“How do you suggest we deal with them, dolcezza? Should I kill them?”
“Perfect answer, baby. But, no. I don’t want you near them. Not without me.”
“I didn’t expect to fall for you, dolcezza. I don’t play games. I certainly don’t open my heart to anyone. Yet, here you are.”
“You think I’d let a guy do the things you do to me, if it wasn’t real?”
“I don’t play games either, Frankie. Either trust me and let me help you or leave me. I ask for two things: trust and respect. If you can’t give me both of those, we are done.”
