Page 102 of Hostile Secret
My brows snap together. “I––I don’t know what to do with it.”
“I’ll show you. Get on your knees.” His deep, rich voice carries in the silence settling between us. “These leather straps will compliment your fleshy curves and plump tits.” He removes his joggers and climbs onto the bed, waiting expectantly for me to obey. “Don’t make me ask twice, or I’ll gag you as well.”
I blink as he stares at me, harness in hand, eyes focused on my face. Freshly washed hair drapes his brow and his hard dick bobs against the planes of taut muscles on his abdomen, thick and primed for a brutal attack.
Taking a steadying breath, I curl my shins beneath me and push out my chest, thrilled by the filthy grunt of appreciation he offers me. He cups one of my breasts and gently massages it.
After everything I’ve been through in the past few months, I can’t believe how much I need this dangerous man to touch me.
“I bought this for you the night we had sex in the library. Tight leather on a woman’s body gets me off. But seeing it on you—I know it will become a whole new fetish.”
Working quietly, he unfastens a buckle and slips the sturdy straps over my shoulders. He’s methodical in his movements, his breath hot against my skin as the strap beneath my breasts tightens.
I study the leather snug to my flesh and feel the weight of it lining my spine.
“Fuck,” he grits out, leaning back to see it on me.
Towering over me, he pinches my chin and forces me to look up at him. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” his tone is gentle, almost loving. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”
Dazzling green eyes drill into mine, before dropping to my parted lips. His fingers slide down the leather and trail over my breasts. “Let me hear you beg for my dick like the dirty little whore you’ve become.”
I shiver when he pinches my nipple and suck in sharply when he follows it up with a swift slap. “Beg for permission to ride my dick.”
“Gio,” I whimper when he fists my hair at the root and yanks my head backward. “Please…”
“Please what?” He shoves two fingers into my mouth, withdraws them, and taps my cheek.
“Give me… what I need.”
Feeling the leather against my skin and his harsh hand now cuffing my throat, I should freak out and beg to be freed, not pant for him to destroy me. But that’s what I want the most—to be Giovanni Souza’s only whore.
He stares right at me and brushes a lock of hair away from my eyes, the act so tender it trips up my heartbeat. “You’re stunning, baby,” he tells me. “And you’ll look even hotter with my cum dripping from your pussy and smeared all over this hot little body of yours.”
He hums low and seductive, letting go of me and sitting back on the mattress to fist his dick.
“Get over here.” His command is quick like gunfire. “Slide your tight little hole down on my dick.” The gravelly texture of his Spanish accent slips to darkness as his eyes fix on the belt cinching my rib cage.
Crawling closer, adrenaline charges through me in waves. Is it truly possible to feel more alive in the shadows than the sunlight?
I straddle his thighs and hover above him, taking a second to brace myself for the fullness I’ve learned to expect. His hands jump to my hips, his fingers digging into the bones.
He stares at me for a heartbeat, impatience siphoning through his strained expression.
Forcefully guiding me lower, the tip of his dick moves into position at my bare pussy. There’s no pause for permission or time for foreplay as an introduction. He mercilessly thrusts upwards and a blistering volt of pleasure starts the second we’re connected. The crown of his dick reaches so deep inside of me that I feel it in my belly.
“Oh, God,” I pant, arching my back.
The strangled whimper scraping free from my throat rivals the demonic growl rumbling from his. Together in this mania, we sound like a pair of wild animals fucking for survival.
“You like my dick, little whore?” He thrusts upward, harder and faster.
“Yes…”
His hands are squeezing my breasts one minute and digging into my flesh the next. Our urgency takes the shape of uncontrolled punishment. A crazed synergy of his dominance and my submission.
“Gio…” I pant out his name. “Holy shit… this is...” I can’t even find the words to explain what’s happening inside my body.
An uprising of emotions vibrates in my core, the pleasure building. My muscles burn and my lungs are tight, lost in the fast pace up and down motion of him fucking me harder.
