Chapter 86

ROSALIND

Shivers skitter down my spine and arousal coils deep in my core as Cesare steps into the ring. The oil dripping from his chest catches the overhead lights, giving his body a supernatural glow.

I hold myself steady in a fighting stance. Fists clenched, shoulders square, legs braced for sudden movement. Tension air crackles in the air, making my skin tingle.

He extends a slick hand. "May the best man win."

I huff a laugh. "I'm not shaking that."

His grin widens. His eyes dance with mischief. With a swift movement, he yanks down his shorts and frees his erection. "Then shake this."

My gaze drops to the piercings shining on his crown. His hand flies forward, but I sidestep.

"Focus, pet," he says.

"That was a cheap shot."

"Worked, didn't it?"

Oil drips on the canvas as we circle each other, and I almost regret not wearing my gym shoes. In a minute, the surface beneath us will become slippery, and I'm going to need every bit of traction to keep my footing.

He lunges, and I twist, using his momentum to send him skidding toward the ropes. He recovers, but not before I land a sharp elbow to his ribs.

"Nice move," he mutters before coming at me again with his arms wide.

I duck, but he crouches low, already anticipating my move. His arms encircle my shoulders, and he pulls me flush against his slippery chest. Warm oil soaks into my cropped top and into my skin.

"Got you," he growls.

"Wrong." I reach between our bodies and grab his balls. "I've got you."

His body jolts, and he makes a surprised grunt. I give his testicles a hard squeeze before freeing myself with a hard shove.

Cesare staggers backward with a laugh. "Playing dirty already?"

"Don't we always?" I wipe my oily palms on my hips. "Come on, pet. Show me what you've got."

Flashing his teeth, he charges, his feet slipping on the oily canvas. I drop low and launch myself at his legs, sending him on his back with a roar.

He hits the canvas with a laugh, and I slide my hands down his oily chest, pausing to give his cock a few pumps. When I slide my fingers beneath his balls, he grabs my wrist.

"Nice try." He flips me onto my back, pinning one hand above my head.

I wriggle beneath him, so focused on freeing my hand that the rest of the room disappears. His other hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts and pulls them off my hips.

"Only one person is getting filled is you, pet. Now, lift your fucking hips and let me pound that pussy."

"Get fucked." I slam a fist into his temple.

"That's the plan."

We grapple against each other on the mat, our bodies slick with oil and sweat. I wrap my legs around his waist and flip him onto his back, but he uses that opening to tear off my shorts.

"Hey," I yell.

"You're not leaving me with blue balls," he growls, his hands snapping the waistband of my panties.

I try pinning his wrists above his head, but he breaks free of that hold and grabs my breasts.

"Like my tits, do you?" I ask.

"Fuck, yeah."

I shuffle up his body until my chest is aligned with his head. He gazes up, his eyes bright, his hands encircling my waist. I jerk my shoulders from side to side, slapping his face with my breasts.

Cesare laughs. It's a rich sound that comes straight from his heart and makes my spirits soar. If I wanted, I'm sure I could climb up his body and sit on his face, but I need his strength.

I need him to overwrite all the times I've been overpowered with something pleasurable, something playful, something with my enthusiastic consent. When I'm pinned beneath his strength, all I want to feel is the weight of his affection.

He flips me onto my side, and I land on the canvas with a thud that fills my vision with stars. I kick out, but he grabs my foot and maneuvers me onto my front.

Before I know it, he's pinning the backs of my knees beneath his biceps and burying his head between my ass cheeks.

"Cesare—"

My words are cut off by a wet tongue sliding over my pucker. Shockwaves of pleasure ripple through my core. I cry out, trying to crawl out from his grip, but he holds me in place.

"If anyone's ass is going to get stuffed," he says from between my cheeks, his tongue trailing a slow circle toward the hole. "It's going to be yours."

"Fuck." I buck my hips, trying to throw him off.

Gripping my thighs, he pushes his tongue past the tight entrance, delving deeper into unknown territory. I twist backward to throw a punch at his head, but he grabs my wrist and pins it to the small of my back.

No one has ever pinned me to any surface to give me anilingus. It's more intimate than I ever imagined and oddly exhilarating. The muscles of my core flutter as his tongue moves in and out, setting every nerve on fire.

I squirm in his grip, my clit swelling, jealous with the need for attention. When I reach down toward it with my free hand, Cesare grabs my wrist to join the other one in the small of my back.

"Hey!" I rock from side to side, trying to throw him off, but he's a dead weight. "Time out. Time out!"

His cruel laugh echoes against my asshole, his hot breath making my skin tingle. "That wasn't in the rules, pet."

"Shit."

He doubles his efforts, his tongue delving even deeper, delivering sensations so overpowering that all I can do is quiver against the canvas. Bolts of pleasure electrifying my senses. I have never felt so vulnerable, or exposed.

Releasing one of my wrists, he slides his fingers up and down my slit, making the most obscene wet sound.

"Stop teasing," I say from between clenched teeth.

"I thought you asked for a time out," he replies, his voice full of mirth.

"S-Shut up."

With a chuckle, he rubs a circle over my swollen clit. I buck and jerk against his face, needing more.

"You're so wet," he says around my asshole. "Do you like it when I toss your salad, little pet?"

"Stop calling me that," I say.

"Make me."

I yank my other hand out of his grip, slam my elbows into the surface beneath me to push upward. Cesare's tongue slips out of my asshole and grazes my clit. Sensations spark through my core, making my legs falter.

Ignoring the onslaught of pleasure, I scramble to my feet. Cesare grabs my waist, trying to pull me down, but I rush out of his grip. He slams me against the ropes, using our momentum to knock us both flying backward.

Cesare lands on the canvas first in a backward roll, holding my waist so I roll after him. He flips around, so I'm pinned with my weight on my shoulders and my ass in the air.

He positions himself between my spread legs, his face so close to my pussy that the skin there twitches against his stubble.

"Hey," I say.

"Let's see If I can make you ejaculate." He sticks two fingers past my entrance and curls them inward.

I'm so slick and wet that my pussy welcomes the intrusion. My walls flutter around his digits, and the delicious stretch sends a shiver down my spine.

He curls his fingers and strokes back and forth against my g-spot, making me tremble and twitch in his grasp.

My legs tremble, my heart beats like a wild drum.

I'm still weak and trembling from the orgasm when he drags me to the edge of the canvas and hurls me against the ropes. I fall back, my arms splaying to the side, but he entangles them within the top and middle restraints.

"Shit..." I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning.

He laps at my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth in time with the movement of his fingers. My body convulses with each touch, the pleasure becoming too intense.

"Oh, fuck," I murmur.

He adjusts my position, bringing my hips toward the ceiling. Blood rushes to my head at the unusual angle. I would buck him off, but I can't resist the raw pleasure. My body convulses with each lap of that skillful tongue, bringing me dangerously close to climaxing.

"What a good little pet," he murmurs between my folds. "Holding still while I eat your sweet pussy."

"Don't stop," I say from between clenched teeth.

"Why would I when I plan on making you squirt?"

His digits continue their relentless assault, stroking back and forth against that sensitive spot that makes my core ripple.

Molten ecstasy sears my veins, and my hips buck against his mouth, seeking that delicious climax. Pressure builds, and my inner muscles tighten around his fingers.

"That's my girl," he says, still lapping at my engorged bud.

My pleasure peaks, making my body spasm and contort. Pleasure radiates from my core in convulsions so intense that I scream.

Cesare continues licking me through my euphoria, detonating every nerve like strings of dynamite. The ecstasy continues building until it explodes in a forceful release, making me squirt all over his face.

"Fuck," he groans.

I would apologize, but I'm not sorry. No one has ever made me come so hard. After holding me in position through the aftershocks, he releases me to the canvas, leaving me melting in a state of pure bliss.

As my eyes drift shut, my field of vision fills with his handsome features, framed by a chiseled jawline and tousled hair. His lips are swollen and face glistens with arousal. My heart races. This man is the embodiment of temptation, and his touch is electrifying. Every instinct says I should give in to my attraction, but there's still a part of me that wants to resist.

"Your body recognizes its master," he says. "It's only a matter of time before your mind catches up with the truth."

"Keep dreaming," I say with a groan, even though his words hold a touch of truth.

I'm still weak and trembling from the orgasm when he drags me to the edge of the canvas and hurls me against the ropes. I fall back, my arms splaying to the side, but he entangles them within the top and middle restraints.

Once he's sure I'm secured, he moves to the steps where he left the second bottle of baby oil.

Oh, shit. I can see where this is going.