Page 420 of Rosetti Family New York
The raw pain in her voice makes my chest ache. "Bella."
"I need to feel something else." She turns to face me fully, and there's something wild in her green eyes. Something desperate and dangerous. "Anything else."
Before I can respond, she's crossing the room in quick, predatory strides. Her hands hit my chest, pushing me back against the wall with surprising force. The impact drives the breath from my lungs.
"Isabella, what are you—"
"Shut up." Her voice is rough, commanding in a way that makes my cock twitch despite everything. "For once in your life, just shut up and let me have this."
Her hands are already working my belt, fingers moving with single-minded determination. The leather slides free with a sharp whisper that echoes in the quiet room.
"Not like this," I say, catching her wrists. "You're hurting. I won't take advantage."
She wrenches free, fire blazing in her eyes. "Take advantage?" A bitter laugh escapes her throat. "I'm the one who brought you the intel. I'm the one choosing this. I'm taking what I want."
My zipper rasps down, and then her hand is on me through my boxers. Hot. Firm. Possessive. My head falls back against the wall as blood rushes south with devastating speed.
"Bella, don't." But even as I say it, my hips thrust forward into her touch.
"I said shut up." She drops to her knees in one fluid motion, and the sight of her there, still fully dressed, eyes blazing with fury and need, nearly stops my heart.
She yanks my boxers down and my cock springs free, already hard and aching. Her eyes lock on mine as she wraps her fingersaround me, and there's something feral in her expression. Something that makes me understand this isn't about comfort or connection.
This is about control. About claiming power when everything else has been taken from her.
"Look at me," she commands, and fuck, the authority in her voice makes me throb in her grip. "I want you to watch while I do this. While I take what's mine."
Then her mouth is on me, hot and wet and absolutely devastating. No hesitation. No gentle exploration. She takes me deep in one smooth motion that tears a groan from my chest and makes my knees buckle.
"Christ." My hands fist in her hair automatically, needing something to anchor myself to. "Bella, you're going to kill me."
She pulls back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing my tip. "Good. Then we'll both be broken."
The words are raw, vicious, and they slice through me even as she takes me deep again. Her tongue works against the underside of my cock, and I can feel her anger in every movement. Every suck. Every deliberate scrape of teeth that makes me hiss and tighten my grip in her hair.
She's using me. Using this. And God help me, it's the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
"You want to watch?" she asks, pulling back to stroke me with her hand, her eyes never leaving mine. "Watch me take my power back."
Then she's working me with her mouth and hand together, setting a pace that's brutal and demanding. Her free hand grips my thigh, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. The slight pain only makes everything more intense.
I try to gentle the rhythm, to slow her down, but she glares up at me and takes me deeper. Past her comfort zone. Past mine.Until I'm hitting the back of her throat and she's making these soft, desperate sounds that drive me insane.
"Fuck, Bella. You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
She moans around me at the praise, and the vibration makes my vision blur. Her movements become more desperate, more frantic, like she's chasing something she can't quite reach.
"Is this what you want?" she gasps, pulling back to stroke me fast and rough. "To see me on my knees? To watch me fall apart?"
"No." The word tears out of me. "I want to see you whole. I want to see you happy."
Something breaks in her expression. Tears start streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't stop. If anything, she becomes more determined. More vicious in her need to finish this.
"Too late for that," she whispers, then takes me in her mouth again.
The combination of her tears and her mouth and the desperate way she's working me breaks something fundamental in my control. My hips start moving on their own, fucking her mouth with careful, measured thrusts that she meets eagerly. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock, tears streaming down her face while she takes everything I give her, is the most beautiful destruction I've ever witnessed.
"That's it, bella," I growl, my voice rough with need. "Take my cock like the perfect little queen you are. Show me how badly you need this."
