Page 94 of Take Me Under

“I’m not going to hold back. You’re going to take me—all of me.”

Then I began to move. I started slow, but I wasn’t gentle. I pushed in hard, her breath catching as she absorbed each stab of pleasure. I rocked into her over and over again, working her into adesperate fever.

“I want you to come like this,” I told her, leaning in to kiss the shell of her ear as my hips pumped. I kissed down her neck and shoulders, pushing into her hot well until she began to tremble. Then, yanking her hips up, I pushed forward until the tip of my cock was pressing against her very core. Instantly, she cried out from the pressure of me being so deep.

“Oh, God!” she gasped in shock.

And that’s when I felt it. Pleasure shot through my veins as the walls of her pussy began to constrict around me. She sheathed my cock in heat, pulsing with desire. I pulled back slowly, then drove all the way home.

Again and again, I impaled her with a savage rhythm, needing to feel her orgasm more than I needed my own. Her body writhed with pleasure, taking all that I could give. I gave her bottom a sharp slap, testing her response. She had liked it the last time I did it, but I had restrained myself, not wanting to push her too far.

She moaned, so I hit her again. But this time, I struck hard enough to make her skin turn pink.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Please. Again!”

Fuck, this woman.

I groaned and brought my hand down on her ass a third time. I continued to spank her until she began to vibrate around my cock, ever closer to that teetering edge. Her pussy tightened with each smack as she met me thrust for thrust, pushing back with surprising strength. Without being able to brace herself with her hands, matching my thrusts couldn’t have been easy.

Still, I continued to possess her. And when she finally came, the visual she created as the climax rocketed through her body compared to nothing else. Her back arched as her hands strained against the tie binding her wrists. Her sex tightened like a vise, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

With my cock still buried inside her, I moved to untie herwrists. Once she was free, I pulled out of her wet heat and flipped onto my back. Then I dragged her over the top of me, positioning her to straddle my hips.

“Ride me, princess.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but the shock didn’t last. Her expression quickly turned dark, blue eyes burning with a provocative and sultry glow, conveying a need I couldn’t describe. She slid her hands down my stomach, wrapping her slender fingers around the base of my cock. Rising up on her knees, she positioned her body so she could slowly lower down, taking me fully into her.

The groan that passed my lips came from the gut, deep and rasping. She constricted around me, her heat like silk, wrapping me in her warmth. When she began to move, I raked my eyes over her as she rode me with her head thrown back in shameless bliss. Her breasts bounced with every move, her pace destined to push me over the edge. Serena was a goddess in bed, driving me to the point of madness. I was so close, but I couldn’t come yet. Not without her. I wanted her orgasm first.

“Think about the club, Serena. What it felt like being there. One day, I’m going to fuck you in a place like that—where everyone can hear your screams.”

She moaned at my words, and her eyes turned glassy, as if she were living in an alternate world. My cock throbbed and pulsed, the pleasure like liquid gold running through my veins.

“I’m going to come. Meet me there,” she pleaded.

Her desperation nearly broke my sanity. I was completely lost in her. In this. In the moment. I thrust up hard, matching her movements while she drove me to an unbelievable height. The pace grew erratic, more jerking and demanding. Our gazes locked, and she tightened around me. I pushed up, piercing her, and she cried out my name.

“Anton!”

“Give it to me now, Serena,” I demanded, my voice rough.

At my words, she exploded like a bomb, but I didn’t stop moving. I continued to piston up into her, my hands digging into her hips, demanding her to take it. Her back arched and she cried out. This time, I didn’t hold back. I allowed myself to fall with her. My body went taut, straining so tight I thought I would burst apart at the seams, my orgasm hitting from every direction. Rushes of white and color flashed before my eyes, dizzying and all-consuming.

Serena collapsed down on top of me. I could feel her heart racing in her chest, the beat matching my own hammering pulse. With heavy breaths, I began tracing small circles up and down her spine. A warm feeling settled over me, as if I could stay in this moment for the rest of my life. I didn’t know it could be like this.

Such contentment was foreign, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It was far too easy to lose myself in this woman, and that was dangerous. There were too many things she didn’t know about my past—things she couldneverknow. Even with all the mystery surrounding her, I knew Serena defined everything that was good in this world. I was the opposite. I’d done things I wasn’t proud of. I’d crossed lines that I shouldn’t have yet bore no regret for the things I’d done. For me, it was about survival.

Despite knowing I didn’t deserve my Italian princess, I couldn’t help but give in to this flashpoint in time—even if it was only for another couple of weeks. It didn’t matter if I wanted her beyond our agreement. I was a realist. A relationship with Serena would never last. I was too tainted. Too corrupt.

When she shifted off me and settled into the crook of my arm, I closed my eyes. I tried not to think about all the lines I’d blurred in my lifetime, choosing to focus on the soft, warm body of the woman beside me. Within minutes, I fell into my own peaceful sleep.

Flashesof light cut through my slumber like pieces of shattered glass.

I open my eyes and realize the light had been turned on.

My stomach growls. I’m hungry. I’m always hungry.

The air in the room is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume, but beneath it is something worse—something rotten.