Page 69 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
I swallow.
“Take your time,” he says softly. He lowers his hips and rubs his stiffened cock over my clit. I push up into it, relieved for some friction. “I already know the answer but I want to hear it from your lips.”
I throw my head to one side. I don’t recognize myself. I hate this man. He’s the reason I gave my virginity away too soon. He humiliated me in his apartment. He sleeps with other women. He said he didn’t that one time, but I don’t believe him. Bernadi’sbeen toying with me. He thinks I’mhisfor crying out loud. My stomach drops with the weight of inevitability. There’s no getting away from it. Iwantthis.
“Look at me Contessa.”
I do as he says, clawing my gaze back to his.
“Do you want to feel my thick cock inside you? Do you want me to fuck you, deep and slow, hard and fast, until you’re screaming for me to make you come?”
My breaths are coming out short and fast.
“Honey, your body is answering for you, but I still need to hear it from your mouth. Tell me brat, do you want me inside you?”
OhGod.
“Yes.”
He lifts his eyes to the ceiling, closes them and releases a triumphant sigh. A second stretches like a held breath, then his lips draw into a wicked smile. “Then you’re going to have to be patient like a good little girl.”
What?I glare at him, my eyes hollowed as desperately as his.
He stands and lifts the hem of my dress, pushing it up to my collarbone. The feathers tickle my nipples. He draws in long heavy breaths, and thoughtfully peruses my body. It only burns me up more, making me squirm.
He then straightens and walks to the bar. He returns with an ice bucket and places it on the floor beside me. He dips his hand into the bucket and lifts out a cube of ice. He holds it over me and tightens his fist around it. Liquid appears through the cracks in his fingers and alarge drop of water collects at the base. I hold my breath when it drips onto my stomach, then gasp at the shock of freezing water rolling over my burning skin.
Bernadi smirks and holds his fist over my breasts. More drips make me jump and squirm even harder.
He opens his hand and places the ice cube on my chest. I stare it, panting.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Contessa.” I’m surprised at the gentleness of his voice. “Do you trust me?”
I nod.
“Words, Contessa,” he says, as though he has all the time in the world.
Weirdly, I don’t need to think about my answer—I know what it is. What I don’t know is how to feel about it.
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Good girl.”
He lightens his hold on the ice and pulls it down between my breasts. The melting liquid runs down my sides making my teeth grit. My thighs are shaking and I feel so exposed.
He draws circles with the ice around the circumference of my breasts pulling a moan from my chest, then narrows the circle until it’s touching the dimpled edges of my nipples. I anchor my gaze on them and watch them sharpen under Bernadi’s touch. He’s commanding my body like a puppet master.
My lips grow taut and I dart my tongue out to lick them.
“Your body is begging for this,” he says with a dry throat.
My hips ache to push up toward him, demanding attention, but I manage to solicit a bit of self-respect from somewhere and keep them pressed into the table.
Too slowly, he strokes the ice down my stomach, letting the water pool in my belly button. He lowers his mouth to the small crevice, dips his warm tongue inside and sucks the water out. With a soft, “mm” he urges the ice further down, pushing my panties to one side, until it’s rested just inches from my clit.
“Breathe,” he whispers through a smile. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath but a gush comes out then is sucked straight back in again when he draws a circle with the ice around my hardened clit.
I’ve never felt anything like it. Hot blood rushing to my core, swelling my flesh, priming it for arousal. Then sharp, cool ice nipping at the skin, sending spasms of shock along my nerves.
