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When he pulls back, he's breathing hard, and his eyes are dark. He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, where it fell in the rush.

"You're coming home with me tonight," he murmurs, and the way he says it, I can't argue. I just nod. Behind me, he opens the car door, and the two of us tumble inside.

Chapter Five—Giovanni

I just about make it home with her before I start ripping her clothes off. But it's a close thing.

As we ride up in the elevator to my penthouse, I kiss her again, pushing her back against the wall, sliding my hand along her stockings and pushing up the skirt of her sensible work dress. I want to tear this thing off of her. I want to make her beg for me, beg for my cock. I want to see this woman, this woman who has been nothing but controlled and careful in all the time I have known her, completely lose herself to the lust I'm feeling right now.

I can feel her moan against my mouth, and I slip my hand between her legs, letting my fingers graze against her panties. She sucks in a sharp breath.

"We need to be careful," she protests. "Someone else might walk in on us."

"It's a private elevator," I assure her as the doors open behind us. I move my hand back to her waist and steer her out, moving her directly toward the bedroom. She glances around, taking the place in.

"You live in a place like this?"

"Thought you'd be used to it, with your family."

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I know I should be more careful, bringing up her family like that. She might catch on to what I'm doing here, and that's the last conversation I intend to have.

She brushes it off, though, as I kiss her again, moving her into the bedroom and pushing her down onto the bed. She wraps her arms around my shoulders just before she sinks back and lifts her hips to meet mine. I love the way she feels against me, the taste of wine on her tongue, the need in those soft little whines of pleasure she lets out.

I slip my hand between her legs again and tear a hole in her stockings. She parts her mouth to protest, but I kiss her again, pulling aside her panties and sinking my fingers into her pussy before she can speak.

The noise she makes then, I can tell she's desperate for me. Her hips are grinding back against my fingers, her pussy already sopping wet, and all I want is to take her over the edge. I want to feel her come. I want her to lose herself completely. I want to see what she looks like when she can't hold back any longer, when the only thing her body can do is give in to the way I'm making her feel.

I turn my hand slightly so that I can keep my fingers inside of her while I move my thumb up to massage her clit. She groans against my lips, her hands sliding up into my hair and gripping tight. I grin into the kiss. She's almost ready for me to fuck her. But I want to take her right to the edge before I push her over it.

I reach up to the top of her dress, yanking it down roughly, and slide my hand beneath her bra. She presses herself into my palm as she feels my fingers against her nipple, swirling a lazy circle around her before pinching hard.

She squeals—but doesn't pull back. No, if anything, she starts kissing me harder. Oh, so she likes the pain, is that it?

I can feel her getting close, her pussy starting to tighten around my fingers. I'm going to make her come soon, and as fun as it would be to watch it happen like this, I have a few other plans in mind, a few other slightly evil plans.

Just as I feel her thighs start to close around my hand, her orgasm on its very brink, I pull back my fingers from her pussy, my thumb from her clit. She whines again, her lips parting helplessly. But then I flip her over onto all fours and pull her ass up to press against my hips.

"Push your dress up," I order, and she does as she's told at once. She hikes it up over her hips, and I admire her—panties pulled to the side, her stockings ripped in just the right place so that I can push inside of her. I grin and land a sharp spank on her ass. She gasps and looks over her shoulder.

"Too much for you, Elena?" I ask, massaging the spot I just hit. Her eyes hazy with desire, she shakes her head.

"No, I..." she begins, and she has to swallow hard and gather herself before she can get the words out. "I liked it."

"Good."

I punctuate the word with another slap and reach for my zipper, drawing my cock into my hand. I'm already rock-hard for her. Seeing her go from this innocent girl at the office to being bent over on my bed, her skirt pulled up, looking over her shoulder with that begging, pleading look in her eyes—it's hotter than I could ever have imagined.

"You want me to fuck you?" I want to hear the words come out of her mouth.

She has to swallow hard before she can answer, but at last, she does.

"I want you to fuck me," she breathes back. I slide a hand down her back, smoothing it along the curve of her spine before I push it into her hair. I dig my fingers against her nape and tug her head back just as I guide my cock against her pussy for the first time.

I pull her to me as I push in, making sure I'm buried all the way up to the hilt inside her. I hold myself there for a few moments, stirring my hips slowly, letting her get used to the feel of her around me like this.

And then I grab her hip and start to fuck her properly.

The noises she makes as I push into her are downright obscene. How close she was just from my fingering is obvious as I fuck her. She's not going to take much more to come, and right now, this is exactly how I want it to happen. I want to see the way her body moves as she gives in to the pleasure.

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