Page 45 of Merciless Attraction

“I don’t think I want it at all. I like the pain,” he replies stoically.

“Do you want to wrap it at all? Won’t the swollen finger get in the way of your work?”

Antonio runs his fingers through his hair and immediately clenches his face in pain. Something so innate as touching his hair is painful. But then, a slight grunt with a sigh escapes his throat. He likes the pain. I know he said as much, but the energy radiating off him is undeniable.

“When did you know how much you liked it?” My curiosity morphs with my lust and is enhanced by the adrenaline pulsing through me. Memories of the tension of Antonio entering me with his thumb from behind, the girth of his cock in front, and then his hand gripping me by the throat has my body willing and ready to push its limits.

“Once I turned eighteen, they let me out of solitary to join Gen Pop. After a few fights which landed me in the infirmary, I discovered they’re only allowed to give aspirin for non-life-threatening pain. I learned to thrive in it; to love every bump, bruise, and drop of blood spilled. The problem is, I love the result and not the cause.”

I reach for the bandage and his left hand, licking my lips as he inhales a sharp breath through clenched teeth. A smile spreads across my face when I see his reaction. The way he moans with sexual satisfaction from me squeezing the swelling finger as I whisper, “How much do you love the result when I’m the cause?”

Chapter 20: Antonio

Shards of pain shoot from my finger to my elbow, down my spine, and straight to my cock. This is not the time or place, but the possibility of anyone walking in on us while Gemma takes my mind off everything going on outside this room has me ready to slam deep inside of her.

I reach around to grab the back of her neck and pull her close, letting my lips capture hers as she puts her other hand to use. Gemma dips her free hand down my pants, gripping my hardening cock and strokes it into a full erection.

My knees feel weak, and I have to grab the table behind Gemma to steady myself. My tongue dips, swirls, and chases hers as we get lost in the passion sparking between us. I never want to go back to life before this.

It’s not long into the kiss that I pull my pained finger out of Gemma’s hand to slip inside her pants and between her thighs. I close my eyes as the pain and passion shoot off fireworks of lust, nearly forcing my climax to come sooner than I want.

Gemma shimmies her pants down to give me enough room to slide my fingers inside her pussy. She hums like she’s eating her favorite piece of cake as I coax a quick orgasm out of her. Her wetness coats my swollen finger as the pain ricochets across my body.

“I want to slide this dick inside of you so bad,” I grunt out as she continues to stroke me toward my finish.

She squeezes my shaft hard around the base with her nails pressing into the space just above my balls. My breathing hitches as my entire body tenses. Gemma pulses her nails and reaches up to grab the back of my hair, pulling tight enough to yank my head backward.

I slip another finger inside of Gemma. The pain of pushing against my swollen finger has me on the brink of exploding in her hand. Every stroke, push, and pull of our mutual motions fills the room with grunts and groans of gratification.

“Does it hurt the way you like it, Antonio?” she asks with a wicked smile.

“It hurts too good,” I tell her with panting breaths. We find a rhythm which pushes us over the cliff of ecstasy where I can finally release everything I’ve been holding in since this day started.

Gemma’s lips are supple and soft against mine, until she bites down on my lip and I slam my eyes shut with the release. She knows me too well already and I can’t wait to explore the depths of our sexuality.

The sound of the bell chiming above the front door forces us to split apart like two teenagers caught making out. We rush to clean ourselves up and adjust our clothing. It’s just in time as Ronan’s sister, Camilla, is returning to finish out her shift at the clinic.

She pokes her head in the room with an inquisitive glare in her eyes. “Hello. Gemma, right? Are you two, okay?”

Gemma speaks up first, “Hi, Camilla. We’re okay thank you.”

I rub the small of Gemma’s back as I tell Camilla, “And I’m sorry about all of this, too.”

Camilla offers us a slight nod of pity. “Ronan has a way of dragging everyone into his problems.”

I tell her, “Cam, I promise you that this time, Ronan’s not to blame. He was helping me out of a tight spot and I’m sorry that it’s spilling into the clinic. I’ll make sure to keep you out of it.”

She sighs. “It’s okay. It’s not just Ronan, we all bring our baggage here. Are you even a Canella sibling if strange men aren’t waiting here to intimidate you?”

My eyes widen. “There’ve been other men here, Camilla?”

“Oh no, not recently, and nothing to do with Ronan or you or the guys here this morning,” Camilla hurriedly says. “I’m just happy you two are okay. Ignore me. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

She walks away before I can ask her for any more information, and Gemma’s voice breaks through my thoughts when she says, “We are bad for business.”

“I agree. I want to make sure Ronan’s sisters are safe, too. I’ll have to talk to him about what she just said, just to be sure no one else from Verducci’s camp has been bothering her.”

“Is that who was waiting for you here? Is that what happened to your finger?” she asks me.

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