Page 103 of Hostile Secret
“Ride me,” he gasps, tweaking my nipple, hard. One, then the other. “Just like that. Don’t fucking stop.”
I yelp when he roughly slaps each of my breasts in turn. The strikes and firm pinches ignite a fire under my skin.
“You’re such a greedy little whore who wants to come so badly,” he snarls, his chest heaving and his strength helping me to grind on top of him. “Don’t give in to it yet. Not until I’ve fucked you properly.”
On his last word, he effortlessly hauls me off him. In a flash, I’m on all fours and he’s behind me. He curls his fingers around the harness fixed to the length of my spine and slams back inside me from a different angle.
I’m desperate to look at him. To scrape his inked skin with my nails and burrow my fingers into his damp hair, but his dominance controls my every move. His dick spears me over and over, the force making my breasts jiggle.
This is the definition of losing your ever-loving mind.
Over and over, he pumps his dick into me from behind, and when he briefly withdraws, he quickly returns as if an inexplicable force drives him back into my swollen pussy.
“I’ve decided something…” He arches over me, his sweat laden chest flush with my spine. “Even when I’ve killed every fucker who comes for you, I still won’t let you leave.” His tone cracks like the admission shattered the last shred of decorum he had left.
I’m lightheaded when he yanks me upward by the harness, the back of my head hitting his collar bone. He straightens so we are both upright.
“It means you’ve rooted yourself in my world and there’s no escape,” he pants into the side of my face. “Do you understand me, my little whore?”
I suck in, unable to breathe properly as his words settle on my sweaty skin like ash after a bomb blast.
He’s stopped fucking me now, his solid dick buried deep inside of me as he waits for a sign that I understand. My pussy is drenched, my clit throbs, and my core aches for a release. At this point, I would pledge my allegiance to him without question. But a niggle of worry stops me from replying.
Teeth sink into the side of my neck, swiftly followed by feathery kisses. “Tell me you understand what this means.”
My hesitation snaps his last nerve. Withdrawing, he swivels me around to face him and grabs my chin in his hand.
He cocks his head at me, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Do you understand me, India?” The harsh tone he uses makes my spine tingle.
“Yes.” His gaze burns red-hot when I nod, squirming against his firm fingers. “But––”
“No fucking buts.” He interrupts.
“Gio…” I whisper. “I can’t hide in Blackwater with no life outside of this place. I need adventure. A real family and a home where I’m not banished to live in the empty half of it. I need holidays and girlfriends who I do normal things with. I deserve freedom.”
He blinks, silently considering me in this charged atmosphere between us. His inked chest rises and supernatural eyes drill into mine.
“Maybe I want that for you too, and for Leo.” His powerful physique goes rigid, yet his hands gently stroke my arms.
“So, we could move to Miami?”
I don’t get the chance to speak another word when his fingers jump to my hair, yanks my head back and licks the curve of my exposed throat.
“We’re not moving anywhere. It’s not going to happen overnight. Do you hear me?” He releases me and stares deep into my eyes. “I’m a homicidal killer who’s required to do unthinkable things. Death is my forte. It’s the one thing I do best. I’m a Souza, for fuck’s sake. This is my life. It’sourlife. You’re in cartel business up to your bouncy tits. Which means you’ll follow my rules and behave. And in the meantime, while I figure this out, I’m going to cum inside of you every chance I get until you can’t walk without it sticking to the inside of your thighs… and when you talk to those people you call friends, you’ll feel my cum oozing out. Mine. No one else's.”
Something inside of me squeezes. A rush of his ownership charges through my veins. I push it down and warn myself I’m turning into a fool. But I can’t stop myself from wanting him like I do.
When he shoves me backward, he palms his dick, visibly needing a release as much as I do. “Or I could make you wait. What will it be, baby? Do you want to come all over my face tonight, or do you want to roll over and try to sleep it off?”
I don’t recognize his voice. The calmness he now portrays borders on chilling. My hips buck when he traces a finger between my legs. I’m wound up like a coiled spring, my body shaking and every breath shallow.
“Fuck me, Giovanni… Christ… just fuck me… please,” I growl at him like I’m about to cry.
Except, I know his terrifying new secret––he wants me just as much as I want him.
And the truth could be the end of us both.
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