Page 44 of Born into Mayhem
So instead of telling him what he wants to hear, I bury the truth and give his thumb another suck before he slowly pulls it out. With my hands still bound with the tie and pinned above my head, he lifts my hoodie up, exposing my stomach and chest to his hungry gaze. His dark eyes run over me as he drags the pad of his thumb over the thin material of my bra, feeling the barbell that’s pierced through my hard nipple.
“Who pierced these?”
His words are rough, his voice raw, and when I say, “Benny did,” I smile at the murderous look in his eyes.
“A man did this to you?”
“He did,” I say, and then I can’t help but add, “He also did my clitoral hood piercing.”
“What?” He asks, rage and disbelief lacing that one word. “You let a man do this to you?”
I laugh, causing him to narrow his eyes at me. “Benny’s a professional,” I say, not adding that his wife was right there the entire time and there was nothing even remotely sexual about the experience. I like that he’s jealous, and the pissed-off, feral look he’s giving me is just soaking my boy shorts even more.
“Benny’s a man,” he growls at me, “and I’m going to have to kill him for putting his hands on you.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, struggling against his restraint for the first time.
He raises a dark brow at me, and I can see the warning in his eyes. “Defending him pretty strongly, Mia.” Bringing his hand back to his cock, he starts to work himself again as he says, “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
“Belong to?” I ask, but he just grins and strokes his thick cock even harder.
“What are you doing?”
The wink he gives me is downright sinful. His veins are taut along his neck, disappearing into the white dress shirt he’s still wearing. One strong hand still pins me to the bed while the other works his cock in a way that’s downright mesmerizing, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s beautiful, but like always, there’s a touch of violence behind his actions. Dario doesn’t look at me like he wants to spend the next several hours making love to me. No, he looks at me like he wants to fuck himself into me as deeply as he can get and then mark every inch of me as his.
He wants to own me, and I think that’s what scares me most of all, because I don’t want to be owned by anyone.
When Dario finally answers my question, it’s with a rough voice spoken by a man who’s barely hanging on. “I’m fucking my hand,streghetta mia, and I’m pretending it’s your tight little pierced pussy.” He groans and leans closer so I can feel the heat of his breath when he says, “And then I’m going to come all over your sweet body, and you’re going to spend the rest of this flight with my cum on your skin, reminding you that you’remine.”
“I’m not yours,” I growl at him, but I can already feel my mind rejecting the obvious lie.
His tongue snakes between my lips, giving me a quick taste of him before he says, “You will be,” and then he growls my name right before I feel his body tense and a wet heat hits my stomach and chest. His masculine groans pull one from my own chest before he kisses me, losing himself in me as the last of his orgasm thunders through him.
When he’s completely spent, he softens the kiss and then pulls back so he can rest his forehead against mine.
“Mia vipera.” He whispers the words, still breathless from what just happened, and sounding a lot more relaxed than he had a few minutes ago.
I huff out a breath and try to sound angry when I say, “Well, I’m so happy you feel better.”
He pulls back and the smile on his face takes me by surprise. It’s relaxed and happy, all tension gone from his face, giving him an almost boyish look. It’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him, and I wish I could take a picture so I’d always have this to look back on.
Sitting up, he gives his still half-hard cock one last slow stroke before a visible shiver runs through him. He shakes his head to clear it, tucking himself away and then putting his attention on me and the absolute mess he’s made of me.
“Goddamn,” he groans. “You look good covered in my cum,streghetta mia.”
“So happy you think so.”
He smiles at my tone and runs his hand over my stomach, slowly rubbing his cum into my skin. “Don’t pout, sweetheart. I gave you the chance to come with me. You’re the one who said no.”
“I didn’t like the terms,” I tell him.
There’s a smile playing at his lips, but his eyes are dark and serious when he says, “You can’t fight it forever, my little viper.”
I tell him the truth and say, “I can try.”
Leaning closer, he brushes his lips over mine in a tender kiss. “You will fail, and I’ll be here to hold you when you do.”
The sweet words and the gentle kiss throw me off balance, and instead of giving him a smartass comment, I stay quiet, memorizing the feel of his fingers as they graze along my slick skin until he’s rubbed his release into me, marking me yet again with a part of himself.
