Page 36 of Bianchi

The tension eases out of my body the moment he steps away and I sag against the cool, damp glass. It takes me a moment to organize my thoughts and rid myself of the inappropriate feelings that have taken root in my core. A different kind of heat flushes through my body, and the anger I should have held on to when I walked into this room returns.

In the reflection of the mirror, as it clears, I see him behind the door, crossing the threshold to the bedroom. I’m moving forward, launching myself at his back before I can think twice about what I’m doing. My legs latch on to his waist and I wrap one arm around his throat, grabbing my wrist with the other, applying as much pressure as I can.

This is a stupid idea.

No, it isn’t.

This is plan B. Or maybe C. Fuck it. It doesn’t have to be a plan anything, this is just me trying to get a reaction out of him. Forcing him to do something. Maybe if he shows me the mafia boss that I know he is, then this attraction I feel for him will disappear.

Taken by surprise, Romeo stumbles forward before righting himself. My arm aches, as I apply more pressure. How long does it take to strangle somebody? It’s like being on a ride at the circus as he swings us around the room. Am I doing this right? He should be getting weaker, at least that’s how it looks in the movies. Focusing back on my task, I don’t realize where he’s moved us until my back and head hit the wall with force. My grip loosens a fraction from the jolt, but it’s enough for him to rip my arms away and throw me over his shoulder onto the bed.

I bounce a couple of times and my chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm as I catch my breath. In the distance, I can hear a motor running somewhere in the garden. I expect Romeo to be on me, his hands wrapping around my throat, getting his revenge for my little attack, but there’s nothing. Craning my neck, I look back at him from where he stands at the side of the bed above my head. His towel is gone and his cock juts out, hard and weeping.

I lick my lips, wide eyes meeting his. There’s a dangerous glint in his, and it fills me with an excitement that has my entire body vibrating. It’s an electrifying feeling of the unknown.

Romeo prowls closer, his cock close enough for me to see the bead of pre-cum on his tip as he growls, “I’ve killed men for less, bellissima.”

Focus, Aurora.

I close my eyes, my limbs loosening as I relax back into the mattress. I’m ready. I have been for a while. Large hands grab under my arms and I’m yanked until my head is on the edge of the bed. My eyes dart open and my fingers clutch onto the sheet, curious more than anything as to how he’s going to kill me.

His thumb presses onto my chin, forcing my mouth open before he continues, “The thing that stops me when it comes to killing you, Aurora, is that look of utter peacefulness you get on your face. Knowing how much you want the end to come only makes me want to withhold it from you.”

My questioning gaze meets his heated ink-blue eyes. This isn’t something he can edge me with. God, I’ve just attacked him. He should want me dead just as much as I want him to die.

Do I really want him dead?

The simple answer is no, but not because I care for him. I just want my freedom, whether that comes from death or being able to walk out of this house. Whatever happens to Romeo Bianchi is of no consequence to me. Or at least that’s what I tell myself despite the tug in my heart telling me differently.

His cock bobs above my face and my eyes greedily take in every detail. It would be so easy to open up and take him into my mouth. To get lost in him and distract myself from the circumstances I find myself in.

“Just do it.” The words are nothing more than a croak. I don’t know what exactly it is I want him to do, but I pray he understands either way.

He pulls my jaw down, pushing his thumb inside. Automatically, my lips clamp around it, and I suck, flicking my tongue back and forth over the tip. This is wrong. When he pulls free, a pop reverberates around the room and he smears my saliva over my mouth before forcing two fingers back inside. They hit the back of my throat and I gag before he eases up and I greedily bob my head on them. I shouldn’t be so turned on by him or pliant to his command. And yet, I find myself willing.

Romeo's voice is hoarse when he commands, “Hang your head off the bed.”

Without thinking, I do it. My movements hurried as I scoot toward the edge of the bed. He takes a step back, fisting his cock in one hand and holding the base with the other. When I’m in position, he moves forward, slipping the tip of his cock into my mouth with a hiss falling from his lips. Maybe I’m not the only one overcome with lust. The salty taste of him is mouthwatering.

Much like when he filled my mouth with his fingers, he thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat. I choke on his length, saliva spurting from the corners of my mouth. My hands reach up, holding onto his thighs, not sure if I’m trying to push him away or pull him deeper.

My body wriggles with the need for some sort of friction. Romeo takes hold of the hem of my T-shirt. He rips it from hem to collar with a force that I’m choosing to take as speaking volumes of his desire for me. Once I’m exposed to him, his large hands massage my breasts while I moan around his cock.

He pulls out of my mouth, straightening, and I follow him, sucking a tight ball into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, I release it with a pop before moving to the next. Romeo takes hold of my wrist when I reach for his cock. He shakes his head when I lift my disappointed gaze to his face in question.

“Take the jeans off, Aurora.”

He releases me, and I immediately get to work on unbuttoning my jeans. An amused chuckle falls from his lips, but I don’t let it deter me. The need to be naked and have my body touched by him outweighs any thought that he might be trying to humiliate me. My movements are hurried and desperate as I push my jeans and underwear down my legs, kicking them to the floor on the other side of the bed.

Shifting onto my knees, I crawl toward him, taking his cock in my hand. My fingers don’t touch as I wrap them around his thick length. His hands fist by his side when I push his cock up toward his flat stomach and flatten my tongue on the underside, running it up his length as I stare up at him from under my lashes.

When I reach the head, I close my lips around him and he groans, grabbing fistfuls of my hair. My cheeks hollow when I suck as he sets the pace with gentle thrusts of his hips. I can tell he’s trying to hold back and saliva pools in my mouth, dribbling down my chin at the thought that I’m testing his control. Slowly, I move my hand between my legs; the heat emanating from my pussy almost scorching. Wetness coats my fingers almost immediately as I glide them over my clit. The bundle of nerves sensitive to my touch.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”

Romeo thrusts and my eyes water, a single droplet running down my cheek and mixing with the saliva on my chin. I know I won’t feel the same later, but right now, I want to feel him stretching the walls of my pussy. Even though there’s a hunger inside of me that can’t bear to drag my mouth away from his cock. He’s on the verge of losing control, each thrust becoming more erratic as he slides further and further down my throat.

Suddenly he takes a step back, fisting his cock. I whimper at the loss and push up, ready to crawl to him. He’s too far away for me to touch him, but we stare at each other, our chests rising and falling in tandem.

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