Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

S elena

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Sex is a sin.

But God, I need more too.

The silly little rhyme filtered into my mind as he slowly lowered his muscular body off the bed, lifting and bending my knees at the same time.

I closed my eyes, raising my arms and brushing one hand across my face. I was more embarrassed being with him this time than I had been before. Perhaps I was ashamed of my body but as he whispered what most women would call sweet nothings, my heart raced from the intensity of my feelings.

"Such perfection. A true beauty. You make my cock stay hard all fucking day long. Do you know that?" Valerio asked as he yanked my bottom to the edge of the bed, rubbing his fingers along the insides of my thighs. For some reason the action was very intimate, deliciously so.

"So how do you run meetings in front of people?" I asked coyly, adoring the sound of his laughter.

"I sit behind my desk, my cupcake, so no one can see the fact I'm stroking my cock."

I jerked my head up. "You do not do that."

He lifted his eyebrows, keeping his heated gaze locked onto me as he lowered his head. The moment he blew across my wet pussy, I threw my head back. "Think again, princess. Next time I'm in the office, you will be there with me. Underneath my desk." He dipped his tongue to my clit, flicking the tip back and forth.

I immediately threw out a moan, colors floating in front of my eyes immediately. I laughed and tossed my head when he repeated the action, my entire body tingling from his touch alone. As he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, I envisioned him sitting at his desk, two people on the opposite side. He'd be having a heated meeting, perhaps a disagreement.

And I'd be between his legs with his long, thick cock in my mouth.

The thought was sinful and far too exciting. Perhaps we would need to make that happen. Since… I would strictly be working for him. I cinched my eyes shut, refusing to think about the horrible few minutes with my father.

I had a life to build for myself and I planned on doing it.

However, I'd do what I could to protect my father. Whether he liked it or not.

One crack of Valerio's fingers against my pussy and I was brought back to the moment. "Don't fade away from me, cupcake, or I will spank your ass until it's cherry red. Do you understand me?"

"Why, yes, sir."

"I think you'll need to call me sir every day, all the time."

"And I think you're dreaming."

Another laugh was followed by a second heated blow before he buried his face into my pussy, licking furiously. I thumped down on the bed, panting almost immediately as the sensation rushed through me.

His tongue was a powerful weapon and I had a feeling that was also true in the conference room, battling out whatever deal had to be made. I couldn't wait to see him in action.

Then again, I also would love to see him in leather pants and a vest, wearing a full-face mask as he whipped my behind and legs. Whew, was it getting hot in here?

He seemed frustrated my mind was floating all over the place, cracking his fingers on my pussy again before licking up and down in a languishing manner. All the while, every time I could focus enough to look at him, I knew his eyes were locked onto my face.

I could swear the man was pushing every button on purpose. Of course he was. I was his, required to surrender.

Now I simply kept my eyes closed, forcing my mind to focus on the extreme pleasures instead of the horrible day I'd had. He rewarded me by thrusting two fingers inside, curling the tips so I could feel the maximum amount of rapture. I pressed my heels into the bedding, clenching my hands around the comforter and tugging with almost everything I had. I wanted this to last for a long time.

He wasn't just fucking me.

We were making love for the first time.

Yes, I felt as if I belonged to him, as if I should be wearing a collar, but there was so much more to this moment, a sweetness I would never have expected. When he drove all four fingers inside, flexing them open, I lost it without hesitation, my body burning with his every touch as if he'd set a blowtorch to me.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." It was as if I was a broken record, unable to put a coherent sentence together. I was crazed by his firm hold, the way he dug the fingers of one hand into my skin. I was on fire, every nerve dancing as if struck by lightning.

And I never wanted this to end.

A single orgasm erupted into a volcanic effect, my inner core explosive. It was crazy, the tingling sensations, the shots of electricity.

And he kept licking until I had another climax, this one even more intense. Nothing could have prepared me for how amazing this felt. I'd thought he was a magnificent lover before. Maybe it was true that when you had feelings involved, the sex was that much more special.

He kissed both inner thighs and pushed me up to the center of the bed as he rose to his feet. I was trying to watch him as well as catch my breath. He was shaking his head, studying me from head to toe. When he blew me a kiss, I couldn't help but laugh. What man did that kind of thing?

This man.

My man.

My soon to be husband.

Maybe I could enjoy the wedding planning after all.

When he finally crawled onto the bed, placing first one hand then the other on either side of my shoulders, I had to touch him. I needed to feel the electric heat pulsing through my fingers. He allowed me to play for a few seconds, kneading his chest and rolling my fingers up and down. When I dared touch his cockhead, he growled.

"Arms over your head, my cupcake."

"Why?"

"You are to obey me, sunshine. Remember?" Valerio had a stern look on his face but amusement still in his eyes. I wanted to touch every part of him, but I did as he commanded.

As he settled between my legs, pressing them wide apart, I was certain this was a taste of heaven on earth.

"I adore you, cupcake. More than I should. I promise to keep you safe."

He made the statement as if he expected danger to come knocking at the door. In truth, it was possible. I knew that as well as he did.

With every move being practiced and very commanding, his possessiveness took over as soon as my arms were over my head. He clasped both wrists in one big hand, fingering my palm as he rubbed his groin back and forth across my pussy. I was wetter than I'd ever been, if that was even possible.

I tugged and pulled, not trying to get free as much as longing to continue touching him. When I did so, I felt grounded, closer than ever before. But he was having none of it.

The mischievous look in his eyes increased, his dimples more pronounced than ever.

"Say you belong to me," he said gruffly.

"No."

"Say it or else." The spark in his voice was positively carnal.

"I'll take my chances."

He threw his head back and roared before driving the entire length of his cock into my tight channel. I jerked up, gasping more than usual, the stars in front of my eyes turning to other shapes.

"I'll never belong to you," I teased.

"Think again, sweetheart. You already do but if you fight me, I will keep you in a dungeon." He pulled all the way out, keeping just the tip inside.

"I'd like to see you try."

"You'll learn that you need to be careful what you ask for around me because it will happen." He thrust his shaft inside, pushing my muscles to the limit. I wasn't entirely certain how anything could feel better than this. He'd awakened all my senses, pushing me into a beautiful space where I could allow everything else in my life to go away.

If only for a little while.

As he developed a rhythm, pounding me hard yet slowly, I continued to try to pull away from his hold. It was as if this was a battle of wills, but we both knew he was going to come out the winner.

I did everything I could to meet every brutal thrust, still tingling from the rush of adrenaline, the joy of sharing this together.

We were truly as one, which would have seemed impossible only days before. Somehow, the man had changed, losing enough of his armor I could see the good man inside. I refused to blink, much as he was doing, our togetherness sparking more emotions than I believed were possible. I'd tried so hard not to care about him but he had a knack of getting under my skin while still taking what he wanted.

The dazzling vibrations intensified, the savage clenching of my pussy muscles providing friction and almost desperate need. Soon, he was fucking me with enough force the bed was rocking, the headboard slamming into the wall.

The man was determined to bring me joy, doing his best to hold back. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him as close as possible. He dipped his head not once but twice, kissing my lips softly. And just when I was certain the man would finally release, he pulled all the way out.

I watched in utter fascination as he rose onto his knees, raking his hand through his thick hair, his facial expression almost unreadable. But he moved back, easily flipping me onto all fours. The first crack of his hand on my backside sent shivers down my spine.

The second made me moan.

And the third made me give him what he wanted. "Yes, I belong to you."

He chuckled evilly and rolled his fingers down my spine to the crack of my ass. Taking his sweet time, he lowered his hand before driving a single finger between my ass cheeks.

Immediately tensing, I sucked in my breath, fighting the hit of trepidation because I knew in my gut I could trust him.

And I could let go without fear of being tormented or having it used against me. I could be me for the first time in my life.

After taking a series of deep breaths, he pushed his cockhead just into my dark hole, waiting until I took another series of breaths. He drove another inch inside. Then another.

The discomfort turned into a moment of pain and as before, the sensations quickly morphed into a powerful explosion of delight and primal need.

With another push, he drove the remainder of his cock inside and I shuddered involuntarily.

"My beautiful cupcake and all mine."

When he was fully seated inside, I threw my head back, able to smile. The few minutes while he claimed my ass were just as sensual as everything else. He was more passionate than I'd believed possible, the tenderness he'd shown me something I would never forget.

As his cock continued swelling, filling me completely, the sense of peace that I finally had control over my life was amazing.

In my mind, together we could accomplish anything.

With every savage thrust, I became more relaxed, but the moment he erupted deep inside, all I could do was issue a ragged scream.

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