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His fingers push inside me, and a strangled sound leaves his mouth as he groans.
"Fuck, so tight, so fucking wet."
"I—" What? What can I even say? I’ve never had a man talk to me like that before, but the way his voice, a little awed, a little surprised, a lot possessive, it’s got my breath catching in my throat. He’s got me in his arms, and the couch underneath us is a red blur as I blink, the lights of the room swirling around us. His fingers slip inside me, spreading me wide, the feel of it making me gasp. My hips arch up, my thighs around his body, as he presses me down.
I’ve never been so full, never been stretched like this, and a sob of pleasure-pain leaves my lips as he grinds the heel of his hand against my clit.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, his other hand in my hair, cupping the back of my neck. In the distant part of my mind, I wonder why security isn’t busting down the door at the sight of one of the girls being mauled like this, finger-fucked so hard that the breath is sobbing out of her lungs, but all I can do is cling to him as he teases me with long strokes of his fingers inside me.
"You’re going to come on my fingers," he says, "and then you’re coming for me again when I get you home. Understood?" He leans in, his breath hot against my cheek, the smell of whiskey and spice enveloping me. It’s leather, subtle cologne, surrounding me, and when I try to hide my face in his shoulders, his fingers wrapped in my hair forces my head back so I have to look at him. "And you’re going to let me watch you. You’ll never, ever hide how good I make you feel. You understand?"
He doesn’t wait for my answer, because I don’t think I could give him one right now. His thumb drags over my clit, and his fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot I’ve never been able to reach myself, and it’s all I can do to not scream.
My body is a live wire, electricity flowing through me as I shake, the orgasm taking me by surprise, and then his lips are on mine, his kiss stealing the scream from my throat, swallowing down my moans. I can feel my body squeezing his fingers, my pussy tight and aching, and he doesn’t let up, he doesn’t stop, and all I can do is dig my fingers into his shoulders and hold on to him.
My breath catches, my eyes squeezing shut, and when he finally slows, dragging the last shivers and twitches from me, a soft whine escapes my lips.
He pulls his fingers free, and his tongue follows them, licking up between my thighs as he pushes down my body. My back arches in slow surprise, my eyes dragging over the ceiling above us, the black lights illuminating the room.
And then his mouth is on me, and I forget where we are, who I am, and how any of this started. All I know is the feel of his lips, his tongue, his teeth, and the pleasure of him between my legs. I’m writhing, I’m crying out, and I barely hear the knock at the door, or the sound of voices beyond it, as my fingers twist in his hair.
He drags his tongue along my slit, his mouth closing around my clit, sucking softly, and another wave of heat rolls through me. A soft cry leaves my throat, and the door is thrown open.
I look up and see Heather, her eyes widening, her mouth falling open, and then her gaze goes to the man licking me out, who hasn’t stopped. He looks up at her, his expression smug, and when his mouth comes back down on me, his fingers teasing against my entrance again, Heather makes a noise of shock and frustration, slamming the door. She doesn’t stop us, or him, like I thought she would, and I can’t question it as he slips his fingers up inside of me again, the drag of them easier and faster now that he’s made me come once already.
My eyes close, the world swimming around me, the pleasure of him overwhelming. He forces it out of me, up inside me. I can’t escape it, because it’s all around me at once. He holds me as his prisoner, his fingers inside me, his tongue stroking over my clit, his other hand gripping me tightly, like he never plans to let me go.
The idea is so hot, that the second orgasm takes me by surprise. It’s so quick, a hard, fast punch of pleasure, that makes my whole body go tight. The sound of his fingers moving inside me, the way he’s groaning into me, his tongue stroking over my clit, like I taste so good to him, I can’t bear it. My body clenches and then releases, and I hear a high, sharp cry, the sound of it echoing in my ears.
It’s my voice.
My own scream, the pleasure so intense that it’s the only thing I can hear, the only thing that makes sense, and as the world slowly comes back into focus, I realize I’m still in underneath him. His mouth is against my shoulder, and he’s murmuring words against my skin, his breath hot, and his hands possessive.
He’s got his arm wrapped around me, holding me so close that I can barely breathe, and as the last of the orgasm fades, leaving me limp, a rush of adrenaline and fear hits me.
Why didn’t Heather stop him? This is so clearly against the rules, that she’d be checking in on me to see if I was consenting, and if I was, to kick me out on the curb in an instant.
And the fact she wasn’t...
As the man over me rolls his hips into mine, the hard press of his cock against my body, his suit pants still firmly on, a thrill of unease rolls through me.
What did I just get myself into? He has to be someone too important for Heather to fuck with...
"You’re so fucking wet," he murmurs, his mouth against the swell of my breast.
Someone, not just a VIP, but someone...
My mouth goes dry as he kisses up the curve of my breast, and then to my neck.
Luca Greco, owner of Cascade, and head of the whole Greco crime family.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 7
luca
I want to fuck her so badly, but not on this cheap leather couch. It’s bad enough I’ve taken her like this, but I couldn’t stop myself. There’s something in her expression, the way she moves, that I had to have her. But now I’ve made her come, several times, marked her as mine. I can withdraw, and plan my next sortie on her body and mind.
