Page 41 of Passion and Revenge

Fortunately for me, I can feel her answer even before she juts her chin out. “I c—can’t.”

It’s enough for me.

I pull the hem of my sweater from where it’s tucked into my pants, and grabbing it, I whip it over my head and fling it away. Her bright eyes lower to my exposed body, and her pink tongue swipes over her lips.

Grabbing her by the hip, I drag her toward me and position her legs over my shoulders. She lets out a shocked gasp at the position that bares her wet pussy to me.

I grab a pillow and tuck it under her hip, keeping her elevated.

A flash of silver catches my attention, and I shift my gaze to her ankle beside my ear. There are two silver chains clasped around one slim ankle.

I finger the jewelry, my cock jumping at the sight of them.

“Alessandro, please!” she cries out, frustration bleeding through her voice. “Stop toying with me.”

My hand comes down on her soaking center, and her eyes widen. “W—what?—”

I spank her pussy again, and this time, she lets out a strangled moan.

“You don’t give the orders here,” I growl at her, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit.

She writhes, grinding against it for more of the pressure, but I take my hand away.

“Alessandro!” Sienna pants. “Oh god…Alessandro, Alessandro.”

Sweat beads down her face, and I almost feel bad for her. Almost. She’s my captive, though, and it’s only right that I torture her and remind her of her place.

I push two fingers into her, and she screams, almost flying off the bed.

“Yes! Yes!”

“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” I order her. “Show me how desperate you are for it.”

Uncertainty flickers in her eyes, and I’m reminded she’s not one of my hookups. She’s the blushing, lip-biting artist who’s taking a walk on the wild side.

“Do it,” I bark. “Or are you also too much of a coward to use me for your pleasure?”

“Fuck you,” she hisses, her eyes flashing. And then she begins to bounce against my hand, her head falling back, her mouth gaping wide, her breasts bouncing.

My cock is an aching steel rod in my pants, but I can’t look away from her long enough to be bothered with it.

She’s glorious.

“Nghhh,” she grunts.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes immediately snap to mine, too far gone to feel any embarrassment.

I pull my fingers out of her tight heat and imagine how she’s going to strangle my cock.

I want to taste her, but I want to be buried to the hilt inside her more, so I settle for sucking my fingers coated in her juices into my mouth.

“Fuck me, Alessandro,” she begs breathlessly.

A smile spreads across my face. I’ve never been happier to hear those words.

CHAPTER 14

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