My entire vision goes red when I fist my hand in her hair, dragging her closer. She takes me deeper with a startled gasp, and the pathetic vibration travels all the way to my brain. My hips jerk, my cock twitching, aching to plunge into the wet heat of her mouth. Every stroke of her tongue paints my vision in slashes of red and amber.
Clenching my jaw, I shove her away, staggering against the wall. My cock twitches angrily in protest. Desires I’ve suppressed for too fucking long flare up, unwilling to be locked in their cage again.Five years. Five years. Five years.It’s a mantra that guides me when I reach down and clench the base of my shaft in a fist before I come too soon and end this fucked-up little party.
It’s been five years since my last roll in the hay. It’s the timespan that makes me react—not her. Not those goddamn fucking eyes or the faint glimmer in them that flares up as she falls back onto her ass, her lips parted and wet. It’s harder than I want to admit not to move forward and shove myself between them, rubbing out this searing, stupid physical reaction.
Arno can take his deals and shove them up his ass. I won’t go through with this. I open my mouth, aiming to tell her as much... “Get...get the condoms.”
She obeys on her hands and knees, nearly lunging across the floor to reach the box near the base of the bed. Her fingers shake as she gets the top open. She withdraws a square of foil and glances back at me.
I thrust my hand out, but before she can move, I jerk my chin toward the box again. “There’s lube,” I grit out. A customary sample size, according to the box.
It’s a simple courtesy I’m not sure why I grant to her. Her comfort or dignity don’t seem to matter to her one damn bit, but she fishes it out anyway, tucking the small packet in her otherhand. I try not to react when she approaches me again, still on her fucking knees. She places the condom onto my palm, and I tear it open with my teeth. I have it on in seconds, held in place with one hand. It’s like I have to hold my fuckingcockin place. It stirs while she eyes the lube in her grip.
Slowly, she nibbles a hole in the corner of the packaging with her teeth; those pornos taught her another trick. She lathers the substance onto her fingers and then brings them to the waistband of the thong Arno gave her to wear. She hesitates, uncertainty distorting her features. Then she tugs on the elastic with one hand and slides the two fingers of the other underneath...
“Fuck.” My head rears back, my eyes shutting as heat unfurls swiftly and centering between my legs. I’m thicker. Harder. My eyes fly open again and I find her carefully slicking the entrance of her cunt. In three unsteady steps, I’m in front of her while she scrambles to her feet. I reach out, intending to shove her back onto the bed, but she bats my hand away.
“No.” Her hand is on my chest before anger can even flare up. The fingers tremble as she pushes me back, causing her nails to graze the skin beneath the cotton of my shirt. I stiffen, prepared to shove her off. “I...I need to be in control.”
That’s right, a part of me remembers. This isherlittle game. I’m just a guest at this twisted tea party, merely meant to be manipulated into position for the best possible effect. She takes another tiny step toward me, her scent heavy on the air: blood, pain, and desperation. Then, before I even know it,I’mthe one herded back onto the bed. My knees bend automatically when she flicks her wrist. Seconds before the curtain rises, Vinny Stacatto’s little whore gives me one last appraising glance.
Then she turns to the camera—her true costar—and it’s showtime. People say that men like me can change within the blink of an eye. We can go from contained to uncontrolled with little provocation. We shed our skins eagerly to become themonsters we onlypretendednot to be while out in public. It’s like hitting a switch almost; it’s that fucking simple.
Stacatto’s girl flips her own switch. She stands taller while her eyes home in on the camera’s lens. She doesn’t hesitate to shed her underwear, revealing an ass stained blue, purple, and green with healing bruises. She inhales, and her entire body seems to recoil with the breath she takes.
That pathetic little princess is gone when she turns back to me. The creature staring out from behind a sea of black hair is a completely different animal. I can’t ignore the part of me that stiffens and howls out in welcome as she mounts the bed on her hands and knees and waits for me to do the same. There’s a hint of recognition in the way she takes her time slinking toward me, imagining her fiancé watching every move. There’s no shame. No barely concealed self-deprecation of a porn star. She’s in control. Hell, she’s drunk on it. A part of me knows exactly what she’s feeling: the instinctive need to scratch this dark, dangerous urge that won’t be satisfied until she’s sure Stacatto is punished. I can almost hear the insistent buzz emanating from the back of her head, swelling to a hum.
After all, it takes a wolf to know a wolf.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Daniela
He feelslike glass under me when I finally straddle his broad waist—unbreakable, bulletproof, thicker-than-steel glass. It’s a fragile, terrifying game to balance myself over hard muscle and twisting sinew. His erection stabs at the air. His eyes set the room on fire. He’s calculating my every move, and it’s a good thing the camera won’t be able to catch his expression from this angle.
My ruse would be over before it’s even begun.
I try not to tremble when I reach down to place the flat of my hand against his chest while I shift my weight to bring myself closer to his hips. I can feel his heartbeat—it rails against me, fierce and brutal. For a brief, faint moment, I consider scrambling away and insisting they find someone else. Anyone else.
Lucifer is too...everything.His cock aims away from me, and I swallow hard while I try to entertain the notion that he could ever fit inside me. It will hurt. Some sick part of me even craves that pain.
Not Vinny. He’s not Vinny,this little voice at the back of myhead screams. Vincent Stacatto would never lie back and let me mount him like this. He wouldn’t merely stare while my shaking fingers reached for his cock. He wouldn’t dare me with his eyes, issuing a silent challenge to just do it. Fuck him already.
I press my knees into the bed to find enough leverage to lift myself off him. He’s steel in my grip, and it’s almost a struggle to place the head of him against my entrance. Lube won’t be enough to ease him inside me. I know it, and it’s nearly impossible to swallow the wave of fear that washes up, threatening to pull me under...
But I do. My gaze drifts above Lucifer’s head and finds the ever-watchful eye of the camera. I stare into it while I lower myself onto him, trying to force him inside me. He grunts. I gasp. There is burning tension already. He’s too big. Too much. He’s...not Vinny.
I let that single thought drive me as I flex my hips and sink downhard. God...it burns. He’s an inferno inside me, swelling and raging against the confines of my body. I’m consumed by the feeling. I see black; the pain is so much. Grunted sounds tear from Lucifer’s throat. He strains, twitching inside me, begging for more friction.
My vision is a blur when my eyes open again. My head’s thrown back, my gaze on the ceiling. One of my hands is at my lips, trying to smother the sound of pain I made—and a sudden, terrifying realization batters me down. Vinny owns me even here. Even with another man inside me, I can’t erase the damage he’s done, the reactions he trained my body to perform instinctively.
I can’t. I can’t...
“Fuck.”
The coarse sound yanks at me like a tether. I glance down and find Lucifer staring up at me, his dark eyes hooded. He wants me to move...on him. I can see the need in his eyes even though he tries to counter it by clenching his jaw.
I flex my hips ever so slightly, feeling my body protest at the intrusion of his. The blue fire grows hotter. Searing. Biting my lower lip, I move again, bracing my hand against his stomach for leverage.Again.
