Page 52 of Unrelenting
I turn the corner, and suddenly he’s there in front of me. I slide to a stop, then start to back away as he strolls casually toward me. How dare he look so composed when I’m a sweaty mess?
Spinning around, I start to run, but he’s on me before I take my fourth step. He wraps his arms around my chest. “Gotcha.”
He drops to his knees, bringing me down with him. I struggle to break free, but he holds on too tight. I try to headbutt him but he dodges me.
When he suddenly throws me forward, I land on my hands and knees. He pushes my head down, then violently yanks my trousers and panties down.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks, the rasp of his zipper letting me know he’s about to take me.
“Nobody.”
“Wrong answer.”
I cry out as he impales me on his cock with a single brutal thrust. My eyes water and my mouth falls open as he fucks me so hard I struggle to catch my breath.
“This is not for you.” He digs his fingers painfully into my hips to hold me in place. “Bad girls don’t get to come. Not until they’ve atoned.”
He fucks me with savage intent, driving me close to a peak but not giving me what I need to get there. His grunts and moans intensify as he chases his own climax. I shriek in surprise when he suddenly pulls out of me and flips me over onto my back.
“Open your mouth!” he commands.
Pressing my lips together, I shake my head. If I don’t get an orgasm, he doesn’t get this. My refusal is met with a dark chuckle. Lorenzo grabs my cheeks and squeezes until I’m forced to open my mouth.
Positioning himself over me, he strokes his cock with his free hand. He roars triumphantly as his cum spatters across my lips, my cheeks.
Using his fingertips, he gathers up his seed, then shoves his fingers into my mouth, going so deep I choke. He doesn’t pull back, just watches me fighting the urge to gag until I’m finally relaxed enough to lick his fingers clean.
Releasing his hold on my cheeks, he gets to his feet and zips himself back into his pants. Then he pulls me to my feet.
“Come on,gattina.” He grips my arm tightly and drags me toward the house. “We’re just getting started.”
FIFTEEN
Lucia
When we get backto the house at the top of the hill, Lorenzo takes me upstairs to what’s clearly the master bedroom and leads me into the bathroom. He doesn’t let go of my arm for a second.
His grip is so tight I fear I’ll have bruises, but with such a sense of anticipation flowing through me I can’t bring myself to care.
“Take your clothes off,” he commands.
Since they’re now filthy after he pushed me to the ground and fucked me like an animal, I’m happy to obey. I strip off my jacket and drop it into the laundry hamper, suppressing a grin as it crosses my mind that even mobsters need somewhere to put their dirty clothes.
The minute I’m naked, Lorenzo nudges me toward the shower area in the corner of the room. It’s a large space, separated from the rest of the bathroom by a glass panel.
“Do not move an inch,” he warns as he turns and walks away.
A slight chill wafts over my bare skin. I shiver, but it’s not just from cold. Excitement hums through every part of me.
What is Lorenzo planning? I get my answer when he returns, stepping into the shower with me, completely naked. I don’t take the time to appreciate his fine form because my eye snags on the red leather cuffs he has dangling from his finger.
When he sees me looking at them, he grins.
“Ever been tied up before,gattina?”
“Uh, no, but I have thought about it .”
My admission pleases Lorenzo. His smile widens. “Step back against the wall and raise your hands above your head.”
