Page 21 of I Would Die For You

Her eyes grow wide, lips trembling for a second. I don’t miss that she’s scared, but the shit she was just pulling, it won’t fly. Kaya may be dressed like a sexy domme, but I’m the one calling the shots here tonight.

I step toward her, and she takes a step back, a small puff of air escaping her now parted lips. Good. She brought out the beast, and now, she’s going to get a taste of him. Before long, she’s got her back to the wall, and I’m caging her in with my body at her front. Her hands are flat against the wall, and I waste no time grabbing them and forcing them behind her back, snagging both wrists in my much bigger palm.

“This is what I want to do to you,” I mutter, my breath fanning her face.

Her eyes flutter closed, bursting open when, with my free hand, I palm one of her breasts and pull it out from the confines of her corset. When I pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger, a small gasp flies out of her.

It sounds like desire, and I can see it in her deep brown eyes, as well. The pupils are so dilated, they’ve almost eaten up her irises, and the color on her pale cheeks is the flush of arousal. I’d bet she’s sopping wet, too.

Releasing her nipple, I etch a smile as she gasps again when my teeth close lightly around the erect peak. Oh, she is so not off the hook yet, she has no idea how far I’m going to take this. I’ll fuck her senseless slowly and carefully, then she’ll tell me what the hell’s got her panties in such a twist today.

And speaking of panties, she’s got just a scrap of a thong on her. My hand has forcefully pushed its way between her thighs and up her skirt, to indeed find her cream all over her sex. Her clit will be so engorged already, she’ll be yearning for fingers twiddling them or a mouth and tongue delivering tortuous licks and sucks.

I smile as I suck hard on her nipple then release it on a tug and small ‘pop’ before turning all my attention south of the border. Kaya’s not getting my fingers or my tongue anywhere close to her pussy for a while. My fingers slide under the placket of her thong on her mons, and I fist the small triangle hard. She keens a sharp moan when the string of the thong tightens between her lips and, I’ll bet, on her engorged clit.

Grinning now, I slowly pull and release the thong, torturing her softly and then not so gently until my hand is covered in her warm wetness. The smell of her arousal is heavy in the air, and though I inhale hard and drink it in, I don’t allow it to turn my head.

“Bastardo,” she grits out.

I don’t mind the insult, but the fact she’s used Italian makes my jaw clench. So she really wants the word to hit, eh? Smile all gone, I tighten my grip on the thong and rub it harder and faster between her labia. I wait for the small hitch in her breath announcing her pending climax, and once I hear it, having grown used to all the cues of her body now in my nightly attempts to make her come harder, I let go of the fabric and pull my hand out.

“Bastar—” she starts.

“I know. You just said it.”

The way her face scrunches in rage, I almost expect her to spit at me. But she seems to have forgotten I still have her wrists in my hold, and I push my other hand back to clasp them harder all while my knee slides between her thighs.

“You…”

There. She almost spit at me, but didn’t.

“What, Kaya? What about me?” I grit with my lips a hair’s breadth from her cheekbone.

“You’re fucking with me.”

I shake my head softly. “Fucking you, yes.”

“You’re engaged, you jackass!”

Shock propels me away from her, a lightning bolt jarring throughout my entire system.

“No I’m not!”

“So the little girl who was here earlier claiming you’re about to be her husband is what? Delusional, like a crazy fan thinking she’s going to marry her pop star idol?”

Lorena Bruno. Fuck! She was here, and running her mouth, apparently. The stern looks on both Sandro’s and Dino’s faces earlier clock in, and a picture is starting to form. Lorena was mouthing off, God knows why, and everyone heard.

Kaya heard.

Must be why she was giving me the cold shoulder when I got in.

She’s hurt, and she’s still hurting. And a person wouldn’t feel this way unless strong feelings were involved. Strong feelings like caring, and possibly more? I don’t want to venture toward the L word, but my mind tries to go there nevertheless.

I slam the lid down that path. Now’s not the time. I need to reassure Kaya, bring us back on an even keel.

Forcing in a deep breath, I turn to her fully. “I’m not engaged, Kaya. I wouldn’t do this to you. Or to my fiancée, for that matter.”

The tremble of her lower lip almost shatters me, but I can’t rush to her. Not yet. She needs to be reassured first.

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