Page 58 of Hostile Secret
I add a second finger and push in deeper, the heel of my hand hitting her clit. There’s something about knowing she’s never been claimed that fills me full of possessiveness.
“Look at me.” I order sharply. “How does it feel to have my fingers inside your pussy?”
“Insane.” She grinds into my hand, the wetness squelching as she rides my fingers.
Sensing her climax rise, I circle her clit and feel the first tremor of an orgasm shock her body. Her inner walls clamp around me as she cries out, coming hard, just like I’d planned.
I shouldn’t feel so proud of her or utterly taken by the way she surrenders to it, but I do. I love those sexy sounds she makes and how her essence drips all over my palm.
She heaves, trying to catch a breath amidst the waves of pleasure. Once she’s floating back down from her high, I snap out of the trance I’ve fallen into, take back my hand, and stand to my full six-foot height.
Looking at her, I consider the possibility of this temporary arrangement becoming something more permanent. Except Papá’s hateful voice plays in my head, as it always does, warning me of weaknesses and their consequences.
My heart is thumping, and my dick has turned to stone again. It’s going to take a few weeks at least to fuck this obsession out of me. But I will.
I run a hand through my hair, pulling it off my forehead and stalk to the medical supply locker.
You never know when a hit could go wrong. That’s why I have a scar on my face after a rescue mission to save André’s wife had gone tits up.
Gathering a switchblade, white gauze, and a bottle of saline solution, I move past the steel table where I clean my weapons. I casually walk back over to the holding cell, lowering to my haunches.
I dampen the gauze and brush it over the side of her face. She keeps her head in place rather than turning away. Her ocean eyes are filled with regret for what we just did together—or because she enjoyed it.
Changing over the gauze to a fresh wad, I methodically clean her pussy, noting a blush of blood soaking into the fibers. My scalp prickles. I did that, and she’ll never forget it. Next up, my dick will own her precious little cunt too.
It’s all mine.
“Ready to go back upstairs, India?”
“India,” she says with a scowl. “Thought you’d decided to call me,little whore?”
I snip the cable ties and watch her arms flop. She rolls out her shoulders and uses the bars to clamber into a stooped over position. I’m guessing her legs have pins and needles when she stamps her bare feet into the floor to get the blood circulating again.
Stretching her curvy body, she finally stills, and folds her arms across her chest in a protective self-hug and waits.
Pressing my hand to the pad on the wall, the lock releases, and the metal gate slides sideways.
I reach out my hand. “You were soaked when I called you my dirty little whore. And since we’re talking about titles, you should refer to me as your master when I’m between your legs.” I smirk.
“You’re a dick.”
Stepping into her, I lower my mouth to the side of her face. There are no bars to protect her from me now.
“Agreed.” I grab her wrist and force her hand onto my boner. “And this dick is the only one you’re allowed to choke on. Got it?”
Her fingers skim my balls, making my blood turn to liquid fire. She nods her head, breathing heavily through her nose. “Okay.”
“Finally.” I nibble her earlobe and instantly feel her muscles melt against me. “Obedience––which means it’s time for your birthday present.”
17
INDIA
Giovanni stalks away from me and the air grows colder. He saunters toward his discarded joggers and steps into them, regrettably tucking himself away.
For a wishful moment, I thought he was going to take this arrangement of ours to the next level. Instead, he’s part dressed and punching a pin code into a digital keypad.
I’m not head over heels for this guy. That would be stupid. He just has a dominant energy about him that sucks me in.
