Chapter 11

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Anya

O h my God.

Antonio really screwed things up. The accounts payable subsidiary ledgers are a crow’s nest of faulty data capturing. The debit and credit totals of the trial balance aren’t equal. The budget is so far off the mark there’s not enough funds to pay salaries. What was he thinking? He didn’t even account for accruals. Don’t get me started on accumulated depreciation.

It’s going to take months to fix this mess.

Suppressing a sigh, I start a new document to make notes.

I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed while Saverio replaces the bathroom door, the one he broke to get to me. I’m still angry with him. The bruise in my chest hasn’t eased, but as much as I’m trying to ignore him, it’s difficult to do when he’s wearing nothing but ripped jeans that rides low on his hips.

Hormones again.

“You’re frowning,” he says, putting his tools aside.

“This is going to take time to sort out.” I roll my sore neck. “A couple of months at least.”

He walks over and climbs onto the bed. My body tenses in reflex. We haven’t spoken about the engagement or the wedding after he told me he was going to marry me. That didn’t stop us from fucking. We’re like animals, insatiable and wild.

He shifts behind me, catching me between his bent knees, and massages my aching shoulder muscles.

I close the laptop and push it away. It feels so good where he’s working on the knots with his thumbs that I groan and lean back against his chest. The work of his hands is like magic. Slowly, the tenseness evaporates, and my body relaxes. No one has ever touched me like this—literally and figuratively. His strength and warmth wrap around me, and as always, it’s exactly what I need.

Closing my eyes, I choose to ignore reality for a while. I sink deeper into that dark, ignorant place of safety I’ve created for myself since Saverio gatecrashed my life, a place where my logical thoughts and troubles are banished and only my senses exist.

He plants a kiss on the curve where my shoulder meets my neck. “You’re stressed.”

My skin tingles under the soft pressure of his lips. I almost moan when he scrapes his stubble along the side of my neck to suck my earlobe into his mouth.

He bites down gently before kissing the shell of my ear. “I didn’t give you this job to make you work even harder than before.” His breath is warm on my wet skin. “There’s no rush to fix the books. If it takes half a year, so be it. ”

Goosebumps erupt over my arm. “In the meantime, the new work piles up, making it harder and harder to catch up.” I tilt my head, giving him better access. “The sooner I get things in order, the sooner I’ll relax.”

He presses on pressure points at the top of my shoulder blades and says with a low chuckle, “I know how to relax you, baby girl.”

He’s only partially joking. He’s getting hard, his erection growing against my spine. My belly heats with anticipation.

I don’t want to want this, but my body wants what it wants. It’s completely ignoring my brain, not that my mind is any help in the matter. It seems to have gone on strike with the pregnancy.

Abandoning his work on my back, he wraps his arms around me with one hand splayed over my stomach and the other on my breast. My nipple hardens under my clothes. He cashes in on the reaction by rolling the tip between his fingers through the layers of my bra and sweater while he dips his other hand into the elastic of my leggings and brushes a knuckle over my silk-covered clit.

“Sav,” I say, half begging and half protesting.

If everything between us is wrong, this is the only part that’s right. When I need to run away from my life, I lose myself in him. He lets me fall into his darkness, using it like a cloak to hide me from the ugly reality only to remind me when morning comes of what he intends to take from me. To torment me with the same questions. To remind me I’m yet to tell him when I’ll be free to look at rings. To insist that I choose a date. Because those are the only choices I get. That’s all he can give me, that and the need that builds in my lower body as he rubs his knuckle down my slit and back up again.

When a whimper finally slips from my lips, he pulls his hand from my underwear. I want to grab his wrist and push it back between my legs, but he runs his palms over the insides of my arms and lifts them into the air. I hold them up while he pulls the sweater over my head and drops it on the bed. Like a man with experience in women’s clothes, his fingers are deft in unfastening the clasp of my bra.

My nipples expand further when my swollen breasts are free from the restrictive underwear. He cups the curves from behind, caressing them in his calloused palms. The abrasiveness of his skin on my tender parts only heightens the need that builds between my legs.

He pulls on my nipples, stretching them until I utter a yelp of pain. The relief when he lets go converts to pleasure. He leaves a burning trail in the wake of his hands everywhere he touches me.

His breath tickles my ear. “Do you want this, tesoro ?”

My voice is breathy. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

I know what he needs to hear. “I want you.”

He always gives me a choice where my body is concerned. It’s only when it comes to my life that the decision is in his hands.

He kisses a path down my neck and nips my shoulder. I’m burning for him, ready to go down in flames. When he locks his hands around my waist and lifts me so that I’m straddling his lap with my back against his chest and my thighs stretched over his, I don’t fight it. I relax my head, finding a soft pillow in the crook of his neck as he holds me in place with one hand clamped on my breast and the other between my legs. He traces my slit through the thin cotton of my leggings with the tip of a finger, circling my clit with a too light touch .

I can’t take it anymore. I twist around, and he lets me. Grabbing hold of the waistband of his jeans, I yank him closer. I’m on my knees, popping the button and pulling down the zipper while he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He teases the tip with his teeth as I push the jeans over his hips. He lifts his ass to make it easier for me to free his cock. He’s thick and hot in my hand, and I’m impatient to feel him inside me, but I crawl down his body and get rid of the jeans first. They fall on top of my sweater, my laptop buried somewhere underneath.

I kneel between his legs, shoving back my hair and lowering my head to taste him.

“Come here,” he says in a husky voice, dragging me closer with his hands around my waist.

He pushes the leggings over my hips, fumbling in his haste. I slap his hands away and finish undressing myself, impatient to feel his naked skin on mine. Our mouths clash in a brutal kiss when I straddle him, his cock caught between my folds and his stomach. The urge to move is too great to go slow. I tilt my hips forward and rub against him, breaking the kiss. A feral growl tears from his chest. Before I can blink, he lifts me with his hands on my middle and impales me with a single thrust.

My pussy quakes at the sudden stretch. It’s too much and not enough. Leaning forward, I burrow my face in his neck and inhale his spicy, male scent. His hands are warm on my back, holding me close while my inner muscles adjust.

When I’m ready, I move, but he’s in control tonight. He holds me in place while he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in.

Another moan tumbles from my lips right into his mouth as he kisses me so hard that our teeth clash. He sweeps his tongue over mine, stroking the depths of my mouth before he sets my lips free and anchors me with a heated blue gaze.

I grasp his shoulders for balance. Easy or gentle isn’t in the cards. He quickly finds his rhythm, bouncing me on his lap as he goes for hard and fast.

My nails cut half-moons into his skin. My back arches. Unable to keep up, I simply hold on. The pleasure builds like sparks under my skin. It coils through my insides, our timing perfect as always, but his cock thickens inside me before I can find release. His body goes taut. He clenches his jaw and holds my gaze as he comes inside me, letting me see what I do to him.

He’s still hard when he pulls out.

“You’re going to hold in every drop I spilled in your pussy.” He takes my wrist and moves my hand between my legs. “I want my cum to fill you until I tell you to let go. That’s a good girl. Now lie back for me, tesoro , and spread your legs.”

Shivering with need, I want to please him. I fold out my knees and lower my back onto the mattress before straightening my legs with my hand between them.

“Good girl,” he praises again, kneeling next to me.

He traces a nipple with a finger, making my skin contract. He continues to draw circles around the tip until he’s teased it back into a painfully hard point. Then he does the same with the other nipple.

My breathing is strained. His teasing only makes me wetter, and with his cum inside me, I somehow feel fuller, as if there’s a strange pressure deep inside.

Staring down at me, he observes me with something dark and depraved burning in those icy blue eyes. “Do you trust me?”

I still at the question.

There’s something loaded about it. It’s like an underlying current that makes still waters dangerous. My fingers go slack on my folds. He cups my hand, applying pressure and showing me what he wants me to do.

“Do you, Anya?”

Do I trust him with my life?

Not completely.

Do I trust him with my heart?

Not at all.

Do I trust him with my body?

Utterly.

He’s proven time and again that he doesn’t want to hurt the baby, that he wants me healthy and happy. Well, as happy as I can be in our twisted situation.

“It depends,” I say.

“Right here, right now, do you trust me to take care of your pleasure?”

I don’t have to think twice about that. “Yes.”

His voice drops an octave, hunger resonating on the deep, raspy timbre. “I’m going to tie you up, and I won’t untie you until you come for me, even if you beg.”

My heart starts racing, and the reaction isn’t negative. I can’t deny that the thought of being so helpless beneath him scares me, but that only makes me burn hotter.

“You’re going to lie real still,” he says, wording the command like a warning, “and continue being a good girl for me.”

The fact that he’s not asking isn’t lost on me. He’s telling me what’s going to happen.

I swallow against my fear. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Will you stop if I tell you to?”

“No,” he says without as much as blinking. “That’s not the point of tying you up. If I restrain you, you give your control to me and trust that I know what’s best for you. ”

“What about a safe word?”

His lips tilt in one corner. “I’m not into the kind of kink that plays by the rules.” He adds with meaning, “Not with you.”

“What if I don’t want it?”

He bends down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, inviting a gasp when he swirls his tongue around the aching tip. “I know what you want, and I know what you need.” He lifts his head and looks at me with something like wicked sympathy before promising, “You’re going to love everything I’m going to do to you.” His order is brusque. “Stay.”

He gets off the bed and walks to the dressing room with the ease of a man who’s comfortable in his naked skin.

My heart keeps beat between my ribs. I’m both apprehensive and excited about this new game. If I were wise, I’d never let him make me that helpless, but he does things to me, pulling me deeper into his darkness and corrupting me a little more with each passing day.

He returns a short while later with some of my silk scarves in one fist and a black velvet bag I know only too well in the other.

My cheeks heat at the sight of my vibrator.

“You did go through my things,” I say when he stops at the edge to the bed and drops the bag next to me.

He only smiles, not bothering to deny the accusation. He works quietly but efficiently, tying my wrist to the bedpost with one of the scarves before doing the same with my ankles. When he’s done, I’m almost spread-eagled, having both my legs and one arm secured while keeping one hand between my legs as he ordered. The silk is soft enough not to cut into my skin, and the knots are loose enough not to stop my blood flow .

He steps back and studies his work. My gaze is drawn to the thick length of his cock that’s already rock-hard again. My heart pounds a little faster when he opens the nightstand drawer and takes out a box.

“I like your toys,” he says, “but I got you a new one.” He opens the box, showing me something that looks like a butt plug, only bigger. “This will fit snugly in your pussy, keeping my cum in when you climax for me.”

I gasp when I understand what it’s for.

“Don’t worry, treasure. You’ll take it without difficulty. It’s not as big as my cock.”

I lick my dry lips when he brings the toy to the center of my legs.

“You can move your hand now.”

When I oblige, he positions the bulbous head of the plug at my opening, wiggling it to part my folds before slowly pushing it inside. The head slips in first, stretching me in the most delicious way. The rest glides in easily, but it’s a tight fit. Once it’s fully lodged inside, he makes quick work of tying my free hand to the other bedpost, and then I’m completely at his mercy.

“So pretty,” he says, admiring the toy in my pussy. “You’re stretched wider than with a dildo. You’re going to come hard, my treasure.”

He opens the black bag and shakes out the contents. My gaze snaps to the gel when he picks it up.

“No.” I shake my head. “Not the gel.”

Shit. I forgot about that. How could I have forgotten it was there? Because I haven’t needed a vibrator since Saverio came into my life.

“I’ve been dying to play with this,” he says, uncapping the tube.

“Sav,” I plead, because the gel is vicious. I only use the gel when I already have my vibrator switched on in my hand.

He clicks his tongue. “Patience, baby girl. How does my cum feel inside you? Is it hot in your pussy, filling you to the brim?”

The ache between my legs increases, the throbbing relentless. It’s his dirty talk. He knows what it does to me.

I hold my breath as he squirts a blob of gel on his forefinger, bringing it to his nose and smelling it before rubbing the cold liquid with circular movements into my clit.

I lift my hips, chasing the friction, but as soon as he’s covered the nub with the gel, he denies me his touch.

Fuck.

The effect is instantaneous. The gel works as a stimulator, swelling and heating my flesh. It’s as if all the blood in my body rushes to that single point. I twist in my bonds, seeking the release I can’t find without the ability to close my legs.

Saverio kneels between my knees, gripping the rounded knob of the plug and twisting it from side to side. I cry out, bucking under the pleasure that shoots through my nerve endings. My clit throbs, and my pussy is soaking wet.

“Yes,” I say when Saverio finally takes the vibrator and switches it on. “God, yes.”

“You beg so beautifully,” he says, pressing the vibrator lightly on my clit.

Too little.

I will him to give me what I want, but he takes it away again, and I sag onto the mattress with a sob of frustration.

“Let me come,” I beg.

He glides a hand up my leg, teasing my skin into goosebumps. “Trust me, and you’ll get what you need. ”

“Sav,” I cry out, pulling on the scarves, but it’s useless. “Untie me.”

“Not until I’ve taken care of your pleasure, my beauty.”

“Then do it,” I say, straining my neck to glare at him.

“I love your feistiness, but I’m not done playing.”

The ache in my clit increases, the pressure as the nub grows more engorged and heated almost unbearable. The short, light touches of the vibrator on that spot before Saverio removes it only drives my need higher.

Just when I think I can’t take it any longer, he puts the vibrator on maximum speed and pushes it down on my clit. At the same time, he presses on the knobby handle of the plug with a flat palm, making sure my body doesn’t push it out.

The orgasm hits me so hard my whole body lifts off the mattress. Instead of letting up, he makes me ride it out, keeping the plug and the vibrator in place. It goes on and on until my legs spasm and I’m shaking and then some. I’m unable to form a single word. My lips refuse to voice anything but the scream that tears from my chest as he gives me no reprieve. It feels like taking a thousand volts from an electric charge. Sweat covers every inch of my skin. My muscles quiver. My oversensitive flesh responds to the ongoing stimulation, need climbing inside me again. The burn from the gel fades to a lingering warmth, but another climax squeezes my body and locks my inner muscles around the toy inside me.

As he promised, I’ve never come harder.

My body collapses in my bonds, completely boneless.

Little aftershocks run through me when he switches off the toy and throws it aside. I’m only halfway aware when he pulls out the plug and allows his release to gush down the insides of my legs and the crease of my ass .

He’s on top of me before I can drag in another breath, kissing me like a feral animal while filling me carefully with his cock. He braces himself on his arms to keep his weight off me, driving into me with long, lazy strokes, but it’s as if my body has been maxed out on pleasure and the receptors have shut down.

“Yes, fuck, Anya,” he groans, thrusting deep before stilling.

His cock grows impossibly thick inside me before more warmth bathes my pussy.

He rests his forehead against mine, breathing as if he’s the one who’s been tortured with a delayed and overstimulating release. “Only you can do this to me.” He kisses my lips reverently. “Only you can make me come twice in a row.” Hooking a curl behind my ear, he says, “Don’t worry. I didn’t harm you or the baby. I checked with Nicole. She told me orgasms are good for the baby because they make you feel good. All the toys I used are safe.”

Unable to string together a sentence, I close my eyes and give myself over to the bliss in which I’m floating, a deep, merciful void where sins don’t exist.

And then he ruins it by saying, “The engagement party is next Friday, tesoro . If you don’t choose a ring and a dress before then, I’ll choose for you.”