Page 29 of Control
The command is blunt, almost crude, yet it holds weight. His voice doesn’t leave room for argument. I know the kind of world he comes from. Remo Callegari is one of the most dangerous men alive. He can break through me without a second thought, but he doesn’t. Instead, he waits, making his demands clear,giving me a choice. Still, it doesn’t make him any less of an asshole.
He’s not someone I should want, even though he’s undeniably good-looking. It’s a sick kind of irony because here I am, standing in front of him, my body drawn to his like I’m some kind of magnet. Every part of me is screaming to turn around and get the hell out, to walk away, but I don’t. I know what he’s capable of, and yet…I want it.
I undo the buttons of his shirt and slide it off his shoulders to the floor. With his chest bare and heaving, I step back to take him in. His body is as stunning as his face. He’s lean and muscular, with a sleeve of tattoos on each arm. His chest is smooth, but there’s a light dusting of hair that starts below his navel and disappears down the band of his slacks. Arousal darkens his eyes as he runs his tongue over his lips, wetting them. My body starts to react to this—his tongue gliding softly, the intensity of his stare, and the wild, burning need in his veins.
Remo touches my nipples, taking them between his fingers and twirling them. I let out a sharp, involuntary moan, which makes him smile. I don’t need to look down to know my nipples are rock hard, craving his fingers and mouth. When I meet his eyes again, I’m struck by the urgency in his expression.
“You like it when I touch you like this, don’t you, Daniela?”
My first instinct is to lie. I don’t want him to know the power he has over me. But as I search for the right words to push him away, my body comes alive, confusing me. “Yes, I do.”
I’m breathless. Remo hasn’t even touched me the way I know I can be touched, yet he’s managed to make me so incredibly wet. He tears my panties away in one swift motion and buries his face in them. I shiver with a mix of desire, hate, and a distracting curiosity about which feeling is stronger: the hate or the ache I feel right now.
The golden-brown of his eyes shines with desire as he looks down at me. “You smell like honey. I bet you taste just as sweet.”
I won’t pretend I haven’t been with men who fucked me roughly, but somehow, this feels different, like a first. “I want….”
“You want what, princess? My fingers inside you?” As he asks, he drags two of his fingers slowly across his mouth and wets them, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, he pushes his wet fingers into me, and I let out a soft gasp. He works his fingers inside me with skill, circling and teasing my clit with ease at the same time. “Say it, Daniela. Say you want me to stop fingering your sweet, tight pussy. Just say it.”
“Oh God…ohh…”
“Daniela, tell me you’ll never disobey me again…” There’s a warning in his voice when he growls my name, but I’m too focused on the way he drags his fingers in and out of me, first slowly, then faster. I shut my eyes, but he wraps a hand around my neck and tilts my head up to look at him. “You’ll do as I say, you understand?”
No, I won’t. That’s what I want to tell him, but when I open my mouth, I can’t help but whisper, “Yes…yes.”
He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into his mouth to taste my juices. He moans against his fingers, and I grow even wetter. “You taste so damn good.”
Without another word, he kneels before me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. I glance down at him and swallow loudly when I see him kneeling as if in silent worship. I shut my eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm my racing heart, but he takes it as something more.
“You haven’t been touched like this before, Daniela. You haven’t been licked and bitten, and…fuck, you haven’t been desired like this.”
I realize he doesn’t ask. He already knows. Ugh, he’s such an arrogant jerk. “I hate you.”
“I know.” He laughs hoarsely and swipes his tongue over my clit. I buckle under the weight of it, but he holds me in place, continuing to taste me. It’s useless to resist him when he sucks on me with such wild demands. “Don’t be shy or afraid to show me what you want, princess. Push your hands into my hair…yeah, like that. Use my mouth to please yourself. Yes, take it.”
I do as he says, rocking forward and backward with my hands tangled in the softness of his hair. He sucks on me reverently while I rub against him, moaning like a mad woman. He knows my body and how to use it.
“Fuck…it feels so good.”
He pushes a finger into me, still licking and sucking me while his fingers work their magic. I’m shivering from the sweetness. When I feel my orgasm approaching with incredible force, I tilt my head back, but Remo stops and looks up at me. “No. You don’t come unless I tell you to.”
“But…but I want…I need to come.”
He speeds up his fingers, working me faster. “Then beg for it.”
“Please…let me come.”
“No, you have to do better than that,” Remo growls.
My body feels like it’s on fire, but Remo doesn’t relent. “Please…please…fucking let me come.”
Thankfully, he nods, satisfied, and runs his tongue along my pussy and pulsing clit. “Come on my tongue.”
And I do, coming fast and hard in his mouth. I still hate him, but it doesn’t stop my orgasm from hitting me like a freight train.
Remo stands while I’m shivering and breathing hard from the fiery release. His hands are rough when he pushes me away, nearly slamming me against the wall to face away from him.
“Remo…”
