Page 27 of Malevolent Secrets

It should. It should make me feel dirty, exposed, and ashamed. I feel entirely, completely and thoroughly the opposite.

“No,” I say honestly, arching into his touch. I’m so wet that I feel a drop of moisture sliding down my thigh.

“Dirty girl,” he says, the words sounding like high praise falling from his lips. I giggle, spreading my legs farther apart, enjoying the way my high heels give him a better angle as he slips his fingers inside of me.

“You do something to me, Lorenzo,” I murmur to him as he finger-fucks me. I keen a little, feeling the pleasure already welling up within me, rushing out from my core.

“The feeling is entirely mutual,” he says to me.

Suddenly, he flips me around and grabs my wrists. He presses my palms flat against the glass and leans against me. My breasts are pressed tightly against the wall and I have to turn my cheek to rest against the glass as he covers me with his body. The cold against my tight nipples feels amazing and a frisson of intense pleasure zings through me.

“Take a couple of steps back for me, Tesoro,” he orders me.

I do so, wiggling my ass sexily, leaning forward slightly so that my heels stretch my long legs into a more pleasing shape. I hear him hum with pleasure just before he leans over me again, his warm skin and the tickling of his chest hair a pleasing contrast to the coldness of the glass against the front of my body.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks me, his voice dark, commanding, dangerous.

“Oh, God, yes,” I practically weep. I arch my lower back slightly, feeling desperate to be filled. I think of the size of him and I feel a swoop of dizziness at the thought of being impaled like this, when I can barely move. Even the act of fucking him feels dangerous, if only because he’s so big that it seems likely that he could tear me apart.

“Beg,” he orders me.

“Please,” I whimper quietly.

“Beg harder,” he demands harshly, pressing my hands more tightly against the glass. My wrists hurt under his tight grip, but the pain only adds to the pleasure that is curling through me.

“Please fuck me, Lorenzo,” I beg, not ashamed of how desperate I sound.

“You want me to fill you with this huge cock?” he asks me, practically growling through his teeth. He leans forward and bites the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Hard. I feel tears prickle in my eyes, but a sharp jolt of pleasure races from the bite to my pussy.

“Yes!” I cry out, feeling myself growing wetter and wetter.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, his voice rich with his pleasure.

There is a pause where the only thing I can hear is the distant thumping of the bass on the dance floor and the thunder of my heart in my ears.

Then suddenly, he impales me with his cock. The pain is abrupt, sudden and sharp, as my body tries to adjust to his girth. I gasp, and he holds still for a moment, giving me a chance to get used to him entering me from this angle.

“Lean back, beautiful girl,” he whispers to me and I do as he says, moaning as the change in position helps to ease the discomfort of his intrusion. He mutters in Italian, the sound beautiful and foreign to my ears. I feel him jolt forward, then force himself to go still in deference to my clear discomfort.

A few more beats pass and the pain recedes. Pleasure replaces the sting of invasion, and I start shimmying back and forth a little, ready for him to use me like he did last time.

“Oh, Tesoro,” he groans as I move ever so slightly back and forth. “You have to stop moving unless you’re ready for me to have my fun.”

“Please fuck me, Lorenzo,” I moan, pressing my hot cheek to the cool window in front of me. “Do what you want with me. Use me.”

I feel the change in him, the unraveling that happens in response to my words. He’s still speaking in Italian, but the sound is rougher, more desperate as he starts to move within me. His hands move from my wrists to grip my hips with painful intensity.

He’s driving into me harder and harder, his thrusting jolting me forward and crushing my breasts against the glass in time with the onslaught. The pain is gone now and all I can feel is the delicious invasion as he fills me, stretches me and uses me hard.

I’m supposed to be tricking him into trusting me. I’m supposed to be using my body to make him give up his secrets to me, but I realize as he drives into me, tearing panting moans from my throat, that I’ve lost the thread of my goal.

All that matters is this pleasure that is tearing me apart from the inside out. All that matters is this man, who scares me, intrigues me, and gives me this earth-shattering pleasure every time I see him.

Chapter Eight

Lorenzo

I have to be hurting her , I think as I thrust into her in a frenzy, driven by a pleasure that I have never felt with any other woman. I ram home within her, all the way to the hilt, Loving the accompanying screams and moans that she utters.

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