Page 38 of Finding Gwen

Gently, he pulled away. His hands found my waist and he lifted me off the counter and placed me on my feet. Bending down, he grabs my discarded leggings and underwear, handing them to me. I stared at the clothes in his hands, dumbfounded.

“Gwendalyn, I can’t be gentle anymore,” he shook his head, “and you deserve that. You deserve better than me.”

“Stop, I thought we already established that I am not some breakable thing. I want you, all of you. So give it to me.”

His eyes darkened once more and I could have sworn I saw him smile. Before my next breath, Anthony had me thrown over his shoulder and walked through the house to the steps. I wiggled in his grasp, ready to protest being manhandled, but was quickly silenced by a smack on my ass.

“Anthony!” I gasped, sincerely hoping I hadn’t woken up Ollie.

“I’m in charge, luce mia. If I want to throw you over my shoulder and smack this ass, then I will. Plus,” he paused, slipping his hand in the space where my lower body rested on his chest and between my legs, “it would seem that you enjoy this.” His fingers had found the pool of wetness that had quickly gathered, and I cursed my body for betraying me.

I closed my eyes as he slipped a finger into my center, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud as my sensitive core shuttered from the contact. My eyes opened when my ass made contact with the mattress. Anthony had discarded my clothes by his feet and was looking down at me with a darkness in his eyes.

“Last chance, Gwen,” he said. “We do this, and I am never letting you go. You’re mine, to cherish and protect until my last breath.” His declaration depleted the air from my lungs as he continued.

“I want you, more than words can explain right now, but I will always put your safety above all else. So if anything gets to be too much, you say stop and I will. No questions asked. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

A fierce hunger joined the heat in his eyes. I squeezed my thighs together as he stalked toward me and grabbed my chin. Tilting my head up, I resisted the urge to squirm under his heated gaze.

“Good girl. Now, luce mia, take off your shirt. I want to see those perfect tits.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Anthony

It took every ounce of restraint to not force Gwen down on my bed and use her body however I wanted. The corner of her lips raised in a cocky smile as she raised the shirt over her head at a tortuously slow pace. I dropped my hand to my belt and began unbuckling it, needing to free my hardening cock. Gwen added her shirt to the pile, then worked to undo the button of my pants. They dropped with a heavy thump and I cursed under my breath, remembering my gun that I needed to lock away.

“Don’t fucking move,” I said to Gwen, picking it up and hurrying to my closet to put it in my safe. I put in the code, opening the door and my eyes caught the shine of a pair of handcuffs that I had forgotten about. Perfect. Grabbing them and the key, I shut the door, strolling back into the bedroom and stopping in front of Gwen. Her eyes went wide when they landed on the handcuffs dangling from my finger.

“Are you going to use them on me?” she said quietly, lust coating her words.

“If you’ll let me,” I said. Her mouth parted, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “But I don’t have to.”

She stood, our chest mere inches from each other. Her fingertips traced the path of hair from my chest to my abs, my cock throbbing from the contact. Her gaze found mine, and I saw my own desire being reflected. Threading my fingers through her hair, I yanked her to me and our bodies collided together. Her nails dug into the skin near my hips as I claimed her mouth, our tongues dancing together. Panting, I broke our kiss, looking down at her.

“Yes,” she breathed, gripping my cock through the fabric of my briefs. “Use the cuffs.”

“Fuck, Gwen,” I hissed. Feral thoughts flashed through my mind. I wanted to take her, hard and fast, until she was screaming my name, but I wanted to savor the first time I sunk my cock into her pussy. Plus, Oliver was down the hall. I reached over, placing the key on the nightstand, then returned my attention to Gwen. “Turn around, luce mia.”

She did as she was told, slowly spinning on her heel, and peeking over her shoulder to watch my movements. Grabbing one of her hands, the soft clink of the metal sent a wave of anticipation through my body as I closed it around her wrist. I watched for any kind of change in her body language, tension in her shoulders or uneven breathing. She stayed relaxed as I moved onto her other wrist, binding them together behind her back. When I was done, I tucked her hair over her shoulder and ran my fingers over the skin of her neck. She closed her eyes, a soft moan leaving her lips as I ran my nose up the path my fingers had just taken.

“You are breathtaking, Gwen,” I whispered. My hands slide over her soft skin to the front of her body, cupping her breasts. She sighed and leaned into my touch, the action causing my heart to pick up. I focused my attention on her nipples, pebbled between my fingers as I pinched them, causing a moan to escape her throat.

“Shhh, luce mia,” I muttered, nipping at her ear. “I’d hate for our fun to be cut short.”

“Maybe you should do something about that, then,” she muttered, gasping when I gave her nipple a tug.

“You want me to gag you?” She relaxed into me further, seemingly granting me permission to do whatever I wanted.

Excitement grew in the pit of my stomach, picturing Gwen with her panties stuffed in her mouth, her words garbled as I laid my claim on her body. Roughly, I grabbed her throat and forced her head back until her hooded eyes were staring at me. “Not today, luce mia. I want to hear my name on your lips when you come.”

My hand traveled from her neck down her body until my fingers slipped between her legs. I brushed past her clit, eliciting a whimper from Gwen when I didn’t give it attention, and discovered a pool of wetness waiting for me. Gathering it, I circled the bundle of nerves that she had so desperately wanted me to touch. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

“Anthony,” she whimpered. Withdrawing my hand, I pushed Gwen forward until her chest was resting on the bed. I marveled at the way she looked in this position. She was completely vulnerable, her body on full display for me. I ran my hand down the dip in her back and tugged off my briefs with the other. My cock sprang free, a bead of precum gathered on the tip.

“I don’t know how long I will last once I’m inside you, Gwen,” I said, rolling a condom over my erection while I palmed her ass. My nails dug into her skin, marking her perfect skin with tiny crescent shapes.

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