Page 74 of Hostile Secret
My hips buck, begging for more, urging him to take me to the next level so I can experience it all.
His eyes lock on mine, something carnal simmering beneath the surface. “Say my name, little whore. This time beg for what you need from me,” he says with a dark, throaty snarl that rolls through me.
Instantly my body reacts, and my skin breaks out in devilish goosebumps.
“I need to feel you inside me, Giovanni. All of you. No holding back.” As the words leave my lips, he swirls my clit with his thumb and continues to finger fuck me, making me wetter than I’ve been before.
“Well… since you asked so nicely…” He licks my cheek. “My little whore will have my dick as her first, isn’t that right?”
“Yes… please...” Those are the only words I can offer him when a tornado of pleasure rips through me, the surge of it melting my bones.
“Do not come yet. Wait for my dick to fill you.” He bites my nipple again and the shock of it steals my breath.
He takes his hand away and fists the length of his dick, running the tip of it through my slippery folds. “Please…” I whimper, desperate for him and completely enthralled by everything he does.
“Please what?” He leans in and nips my earlobe.
“Please be my first. Please put it in, Gio.Please––”
His mouth claims mine for a quick dirty kiss before he breaks away and carefully guides himself to my entrance. Under hooded eyes, he wickedly makes me wait.
Nose to nose, he hollows my cheeks and growls, “Ready?”
He teases me with anticipation. With every passing second, my heart rate skyrockets, and I start to feel a little scared.
Yet he doesn’t force himself inside of me when I nod. Rather, hungry teeth graze my shoulder. The coarse hairs on his chin scratch the curve of my neck until his lips slam over mine again.
His mouth contains my sharp gasp when he slowly slides in, taking his time in a form of sweet torture. I can tell by his tense muscles that he’s holding back––doing his best not to rip me apart.
He hooks a hand under my leg and lifts my knee into the air to spread me open that bit more, supporting my weight.
“Shit… Gio…” I bite my lip and wince. Tingles are rushing over my scalp and my pulse is wild. What was once pure is now claimed. “It stings. But you feel unreal… it's so thick.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, not moving an inch as the tip of his dick waits for my inner walls to fully accept him. “I’m going all the way in… okay?”
Am I? Already I feel full, and my legs are like jelly. But I won't deny myself something I want. My heart pounds with the thrill of it—my first time is finally here and with a man I’m inexplicably drawn to.
It’s pathetic to want him this much when he simply thinks of me as a virgin to ruin. Nonetheless, my flesh catches fire under his groping hands in ways I never imagined possible.
“Yes,” I mutter, my forehead falling to his shoulder. “Do it.”
“And when I do, you really will be my little whore, you know that, right?” he snarls.
Hot lips trail the length of my neck, the featherlight kisses helping me relax. Until he ruthlessly seizes my hair, reverses his hips so his length glides out, and then slams inside.
“This sexy body will surrender to me in a way that can never be changed.” His edgy voice rumbles in his chest, growling within me. “I own it.”
The sexy timbre of his voice throws my senses. I breathe him in like he’s my oxygen. “Yes… until I leave for Italy… I know.”
His spine stiffens and his gaze burns into my face for a few racing heart beats. Mixed emotions cloud his eyes, and then he angles his hips, shoving in deeper. “Good girl.”
I whimper when he thrusts in as far as it will go, the sensation both unbearable and divine at the same time. Despite the intensity, I have nowhere to look other than into his eyes.
I suck in a gust, dizzy under this mysterious spell. Stretched wide and finally taken by him. The exquisite pain of my inner walls milking his forceful size makes me squirm. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Wicked greed, tenderness, and a raw attraction create a sensation I’m worried I’d never be able to replicate.
When I squeeze my eyes shut, he barks out a sharp order. “Look at me. I’m the one who’s inside you. Me, Giovanni Souza. I’m the first man to have you…” he hisses, his chest rising when he grinds his hips. “And you’re the first woman I’ve broken the rules for.”
