There’s that bratty little fucking mouth. Her plump lips are ruby red matching her goddamn fucking dress. I have to bite my tongue to keep the idea of it smeared across her face. Her cheeks are already a flushed shade of pink from all the dancing and the alcohol. The image of her ass bruised the same shade by my hand makes my dick start to harden under my slacks.
“Wanna bet?” I declare, holding back from the punishment I so desperately want to inflict on her perfect body.
“I was dancing, I wasn’t in any danger. What if I was trying to fuck him? What if I wanted to take him back to my hotel room for some fun?” Her voice cracks saying the last bit, just for a second.
I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palm as I struggle to contain the rage boiling within me. Despite her intoxicated state, I want her bent over my desk taking my punishment, and fucking thanking me for it more than I want to breath. I don’t know how accepting she would be of this darkness that plagues me. This darkness that consumes me craves to transform into a savage beast, devouring his prey without mercy.
The things I want to do to her are anything but gentle, I want to see her tears flow down her pretty face.
I inhale the aroma of strawberries and it shatters another fragment of my resolve. Sharppain shoots through me from digging my nails into my skin and the way I bit the inside of my cheek, leaving a metallic, coppery taste on my tongue.
Stay in control.
“What if I wanted his hands on me?” She taunts, provoking me like she wanted to push me over the edge. Her hands gently move up my chest, her touch burning as she wraps them around my neck and burying her face against my throat. Her taunts repeat over and over in my head. I’m fucking weak when it comes to her.
I bring my hand to her chin, gripping her so I can look into her eyes. She eyes me in cold triumph without removing her attention from mine like a silent form of defiance, she parts her lips slightly and I immediately follow the movement, my heart pounding rapidly against my empty chest.
“What if I wanted one last fuck before I’m forced into a loveless marriage,” she whispers.
“You’re not marrying that asshole,” I declare. Her hands move back down my chest. It’s a feather light touch. Like she’s just purposely hovering over my body and down my covered abs. My fingers tightens over her trembling chin, as the harsh uneven rhythm of her breathing causes my cock to thicken.
A good man would stop her. A good man wouldn’t think about all the ways I’d fuck her. Every single way I’d mark and claim her. She deserves a far better man than me. A good man would make their first time special, woo her just a little bit before he fucked her. Maybe with flowers. I am not a good man. I take what I want through blood and violence. For her, maybe I can try to have some sort of consciousness. I won’t take her yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t punish what’s mine and make her come in the process.
“You want hands on you, Princess? Mine will be the only hands to touch you. Got it?” I say hoarsely. Looking at her lust filled eyes I grip her chin with a little more force. The slight hitch of her breath, the way her chest rises and falls rapidly are the only answers I need before sliding my hand to the back of her neck.
My arms encircle her, moving her closer to me until our lips are mere inches from touching. We breathe in each other’s air. Her hot breath mixes with mine before our lips connect. Her resolve is shattered with the hunger of our kiss. Her plump red lips open for mine and our tongues move in sync. As our bodies mold together like a piece of a puzzle. My mind silences. My control fades and we become engulfed in this moment. Where I can taste her and the mixture of coconut and lime on her tongue. She lets out a whimper and I take the sounds as I silence her with my slow drugging kiss.
I know I’ll start a war for her. I’ll start a million fucking wars and die a happy fucking death to have experienced this moment with her.
With my Catalina.
Chapter 13
His tongue sends a tremor of desire racing through my body, the grip on the back of my neck tightens as his lips slowly grow tender and light like a summer breeze. His hold on me keeps me gripped to the reality of our movements.
He is kissing me. Enzo is kissing me.
Enzo’s teeth graze my bottom lip causing a moan from me as our mouths meet. His kiss is full of passion and desperation, like he’d thought of this moment every day. He pulls away slowly, leaving my mouth burning with fire as I lean forward chasing the warmth of his mouth with mine. He slowly moves his hand to the loose waves of my hair, forcefully pulling my head back, towards the ceiling. His eyes darken as they linger on my swollen lips.
And then he stops.
His hands are no longer on me, and I whimper at the loss of his touch.
The dampness between my legs is evidence of the way I want him. Right here. Right now. He walks over to the desk, and pushes the papers all over the floor with one movement. A familiar shake of awareness ripples through me, his compelling eyes watch me as he slowly removes his black jacket. He stands there, devilishly handsome and showing off the way his arms strain through the white shirt as he unbuttons the sleeves and rolls them up. His muscular arms are covered in ink, the only tattoo I can make out from across the room wraps around his arm like a snake.
“Are you ready to take your punishment, Princess?” he growls. I'm grateful he’s giving me a choice, but there is no way in hell I would back down from his invitation. He asks the question in a passionate challenge, which is just too hard for me to resist. I’ve been envisioning his hands on me for the past few months. I take a step forward, ready to do anything he asks of me.
“No,” He raises his hand, stopping me from moving further.
“Crawl to me,” he rasps, without a moment of hesitation I slowly lower myself to the ground. My knees meet the hardwood floor followed by my hands as I savor the feeling of the cool ground against my heated skin. Moving slowly and as seductively as I can, I crawl. I try to ignore the pain my knees feel and the sheer embarrassment of submitting to him. Not when he’s staring at me like that, like I am nothing short of a Goddess. My pussy aches as I study his lean tanned skinned face. I can’t deny the spark of excitement I get as I make my way to his feet.
“Good fucking girl. Now stand and bend over the desk. Show me that fucking ass that’s been teasing every fucking man on that dance floor.” I stand and do exactly what he requested of me.
“Stretch out your arms and hold on.” The movement has my dress ride up right below my ass cheeks. The cool breeze of the AC has goosebumps break out all over my body.
“Fuck. You look fucking delicious with your ass out for me.” He groans, pulling up the remaining inch of my dress so my ass is fully on display. I feel the blood coursing through my veins like an awakened river, directly to my aching clit. My pussy clenches in anticipation and need for this man.
“No panties?” He says, his fingertips digging into my waist.
