Page 113 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
I lick the shell of her ear as I fuck her with my hand. “You keep calling me that, and I’ll show you real crazy. I’ll bring you upstairs and tie you to my bed. Then, I’ll paint your skin with my cum until you’re covered in it. Until there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.”
Her pussy clenches, and she comes apart all over my fingers. Body shuddering, she rocks over my thigh as her orgasm overtakes her, in the process brushing her leg against my aching cock. That small, unintentional movement makes me lose the last shred of control.
I send my plate flying and heave her onto the surface of the table, pressing her front against it. Her legs barely reach the floor. She’s still shaking, and when I fling up her skirt, I’m met with the sight of her soaking pussy.
With a growl, I undo my belt, pull it off, and fold it into two.
Her nails claw at the table and she hisses when the warm leather brushes against the backs of her thighs. Grabbing her hair, I press my lips to her ear. “We never got to that punishment, did we?”
She trembles in my grip, her breaths coming out in little pants. “I thought that’s what you were doing when you fingered me in front of Polo.”
I tighten my hold on her hair. “I don’t want to hear another man’s name when I’m staring at your wet cunt.” The belt caresses her supple skin, and after a few seconds, she relaxes into the sensation.
I lift the belt and whip her right where her ass meets her thigh.
She makes a sound that’s a mix of a moan and a yelp, and it sends a pulse of blood rushing through my cock. “Careful, you’re going to make me think you’re enjoying it.”
The next time I do it, she muffles the sounds coming out of her mouth by biting her forearm, but she can’t make her cunt stop leaking.
I drag the belt over her pussy, leaving it glistening with her wetness. I show it to her. “This is what I do to your body,piccolina. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
Her skin flushes red.
The belt buckle clanks against the ground. I unzip my dress pants, take out my cock, and plunge into her tight hole.
She sobs from pleasure as I fuck her. “Gio, oh God, oh God, oh God.”
If a fucking bomb went off, I wouldn’t be able to stop being inside of her. All coherent thought is gone, leaving only chaos to brew inside my mind.
Fuck Sal. Fuck Damiano. Take her and run. You know none of them would ever be able to find you.
What do you want more? Her or revenge? The satisfaction of revenge is fleeting, but Martina…
Martina is forever.
My orgasm breaks through the surface, and I clench my eyes shut. I wrap my arms around her, cupping her small breasts, and she bucks against me, meeting my slowing thrusts.
She glances at me over her shoulder, her forehead glistening with sweat. For a moment, fear grips me. Did I hurt her? Did I go too hard with the belt?
But then she throws me a blissful smile, and it’s an arrow through the heart.
Martina is forever, but there is no forever for a man like me.
CHAPTER28
MARTINA
Days pass,and we barely leave the house. Giorgio keeps me in bed. He’s ravenous and insistent on getting his fill of my body.
The hours blur, as do the lines between us. I wonder if he regrets keeping me at an arm’s length for so long now that he knows how it could have been during all those days he insisted kissing me was a mistake.
He doesn’t say things like that anymore. No, now he showers me with praise. He tells me he’s never kissed softer lips. Never touched more supple skin. Never fucked the way he’s been fucking me.
With abandon and an utter disregard for consequences.
Last night, Giorgio taught me just the way he likes to be sucked off—deep and messy. I sat on my knees as he fed me his cock, coaxing my throat to open up for him. When I finally took the entire thing, he smoothed a palm over my wet cheek and said, “This is the only time I want to see tears on your face,piccolina.” It turned me on so much, I had to touch myself while he fucked my mouth. We came at the same time, him down my throat, and me all over his floor.
I want to do that again.The memory makes me reach behind and cup Giorgio over his pajamas. He’s still asleep but already at half-mast. I felt him prodding my behind all night long as he cradled me to his chest.
