Page 297 of Legacy
“Maybe I want them to know who I belong to,” she whispers, eyes dark, wild, hungry. “Don’t you?”
My eyes flare, rage and desire colliding so hard it nearly splits me open.
“Tesoro,” I drawl, breathing hard, “why do you say shit that makes me have to punish you when I want to love you?”
I press my forehead to hers, trying to steady my breath, but she smirks.
Fucking smirks.
Something snaps.
“Fine,” I exhale, before I grab her shoulders and turn her around roughly, pushing her chest against the cold rail.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I rip the shirt up over her hips, exposing her to the air, to me, to the city that can’t fucking have her.
I freeze for half a second, then chuckle darkly.
“Adriana. No panties?”
“You tore them off earlier,” she breathes, voice shaky but defiant. “I’m running out of—”
Smack.
My hand cracks across her ass, hard, echoing in the night as she jolts, her breath catching in a broken gasp.
“Guess you’ll just have to go without,” I growl, palm smoothing over the sting I left, before gripping her hip, dragging her back against me so she can feel how hard I am. “You want to be a problem, baby? You fuckinggot it.”
Her breath catches as I grind against her, letting her feel how ready I am to ruin her against this railing where the whole fucking world could see if they dared look.
I shove my sweats down, just enough to free my cock.
“You feel that?” I whisper, letting my cock drag along her ass, teasing, heavy, leaking for her. “This is what happens when you walk out here like this. This is what you fucking do to me.”
She shivers, pressing back against me, the little whimper that slips from her throat going straight to my cock.
“I want it,” she whispers.
“You want it?” I snarl, fisting her hair and yanking her head back so she’s forced to arch for me, her body bowed, tits pressing against the cold iron rail.
“Yes,” she gasps, eyes fluttering, mouth falling open.
“Say it,” I demand as I press my cock between her legs, sliding it through her pussy without pushing in. “Say you want me to fuck you where anyone could see, Tesoro.”
“I want it,” she breathes, her voice shaking. “I want you to fuck me, Angelo. I don’t care who sees. I want them to know I’m yours.”
My grip tightens in her hair, the other hand sliding between her legs.
“You want them to see how you scream for me? How you fall apart on my cock? Is that what you want, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, hips rolling, trying to take me inside, her desperation making me see red.
“Fucking needy girl,” I growl, lining up at her entrance, pushing just the head in, making her feel how wide I stretch her, how much I’m about to take.
“Please,” she gasps, trying to push back, but I hold her still.
“Nah, you don’t get to rush me, Tesoro,” I sneer, pulling out just to rub the head against her clit, making her buck and whine. “You want to act like my desperate dirty girl, begging for me out here, you’ll take what I give you.”
