Page 104 of Wicked Tricks
Never close enough, never touching quite enough to satisfy either of us.
Without breaking the kiss, he led me into the kitchen, slamming me against the pantry. Taking my wrists into his hands, he put them above my head, keeping them restrained against the door.
More screaming and wailing came up between the floorboards.
“I’m going to make you scream even louder than that, baby girl,” he said with dark eyes, using his finger to lift my chin.
His finger trailed from my chin, down my chest, my stomach, before he dipped into the lace of my underwear and between my legs. I shuddered as his fingers found my spot. Infuriatingly lightly, he teased me, barely touching my clit as he circled, with his eyes trained on mine with that amused expression.
He was a Don, a hardened criminal, an expert at torture.
Which is exactly what he was doing to me right now.
I rocked against his hand, desperate for more.
“Please,” I whimpered, and he lifted an eyebrow.
“Please, what?” he said gruffly.
“More,” I begged.
A smirk threatened at his lips, but his touch only grew softer. The opposite of what I was literally begging for.
With one hand keeping my hands secure above my head, he undid his belt with the other. I could feel my breathing getting heavier with anticipation as my eyes stayed trained on his. My excitement piqued when I heard the sound of his zipper descend. Finally. I writhed against his hold. I had been waiting for long enough already, and I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed that release.
My eyes flickered to the large window above the kitchen sink, where I knew at least three of Antoni’s men were stationed as guards since the intruder was made known.
“Should we go to the room?” I asked.
His eyes followed mine to where I was looking, to the window, where anyone could walk past and plainly see my breasts on display, and me pinned against the wall.
“Oh, Roma,” he purred, “is someone getting shy?”
“Do you really want your men to see me like this?” I raised an eyebrow, hoping to trigger his possessive side.
He watched me with a grin as he considered it.
“I want everyone in the world to see that you’re mine,” he said. I could see that he was still battling his inner need to show me off, and his aversion to other men seeing my naked body.
He paused for a moment, and so did his hand.
I stuck out my bottom lip in protest.
“Fuck it,” he growled, yanking my panties to the side and entering me in one quick motion.
The breath was nearly knocked from my body, and I squealed at the unexpected sensation. He filled me completely, the first thrust being enough to satisfy me if that was all I got.
But I knew it wouldn’t be.
He pumped fast and hard, I didn’t have to beg for more any longer - because I knew he wanted it just as badly.
My eyes couldn’t help but check the window for onlookers every now and again. But I knew even if anyone did see, they wouldn’t dare mention it to Antoni for fear of death.
I was his, completely and in every way possible.
I decided that I didn’t care if anyone saw, I wanted them to see what he did to me.
How he made me feel.
