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“Fuck, kitten!” Gio grabs a handful of my hair and holds my head in place as he takes control.
My hands drop to my sides as he uses his grip on my hair to pull me up higher onto my knees. He fucks my mouth like he’s claiming it. I gag as the bulbous head of his shaft hits the back of my throat. Tears distort my sight as I struggle to breathe. When Gio releases me, withdrawing his cock completely, I drop to the floor on my hands and knees.
“Stay like that,” he commands, moving around behind me. “I want to fuck my pussy.”
His possessiveness sends a surge of desire through me. Gio gets down on the floor behind me.
“Spread those legs,” he commands, his tone somehow red hot and ice cold at the same time.
I comply immediately, parting my thighs to give him better access. He doesn’t waste time with preliminaries. After quicklychecking I’m ready for him, he pushes his cock inside me, all the way to the hilt. It feels good despite the twinge of pain that comes from being filled so completely.
Gio grabs my hips as he pulls back, almost slipping out of me completely. Then he thrusts back in with a force that makes me whimper. As he fucks my soaking wet pussy, I swivel my hips, reveling in the pleasure that slowly builds at my core.
“You’re mine, kitten.”
I don’t reply. My body may accept his statement of ownership, but my mind isn’t there yet. As he drives his magnificent cock deeper, Gio pulls me into an upright position and my head falls back against his shoulder. He wraps a hand around my throat, applying just enough pressure for me to experience an intoxicating wave of panic.
“Gio,” I murmur as he cups my breast with his other hand and kneads the tender flesh with his fingers.
“You’re so fucking tight, kitten,” he grinds out. “No other man will ever feel this perfect pussy.”
Fuck, why is his desire to hammer into me that I belong to him so sexy? A pulse beats between my legs, spreading through my body until I’m completely mindless with desire. Gio fucks me hard and fast, and I can’t keep up.
Suddenly, he shoves me forward, pressing my face to the floor. He plows into my quivering body, showing no mercy as my limbs shake with the force of my orgasm. A cry rips from my throat.
“That’s it, kitten. Come for me.” Gio stills inside me. “Milk my cock.”
My pussy clenches tight. Gio shudders and groans as he spills his seed inside me. When he pulls out, a warm trickle of fluid runs down my inner thigh. I collapse to the floor, a sweaty mess. Gio drops down beside me.
“Next time, we’re taking it slow,” he tells me. “I’m going to explore every inch of you. Every part of you will be mine.”
He makes it sound like a threat and a promise. As I clamber to my feet, wondering how I’m going to get back into my bunk now that my legs have turned to jelly, I realize I’m not scared by the prospect of him claiming me completely. I’m looking forward to it.
CHAPTER 9
Gio
Euston Station is a fucking nightmare. There are so many people it’s hard to identify potential threats. It means I have to stay alert to the movements of everyone around me and that’s difficult.
I got a message from Niamh as we were eating breakfast in the dining car to say we’d be picked up by Tristan Dalgleish. She sent me a photo so I’ll recognize him in case Eilidh doesn’t remember her mother’s cousin, or whoever the guy is to her. He’ll meet us in the concourse after we get through the security barriers.
“I didn’t realize there were so many cabins on the train,” I say as we’re swept along the platform with the crowd.
“There’s a seating area as well, for people mad enough to want to sit up all night.”
“Right.” I might have preferred to travel that way, even if Eilidh doesn’t sound enthused. In a seat, I’d have been able to stretch my legs out into the aisle. As it was, I had to squeeze myself intothat tight space. I had a serious cramp this morning, not that I let Eilidh see I was in discomfort. It was bad enough her pitying me after she woke me from that nightmare. I don’t want her to glimpse any more of my weaknesses.
After we go through the security barriers, I pause to scan the vast space before us.
“Will he be standing under the clock?” Eilidh asks.
“What?”
“You know,Brief Encounter. They meet under the clock.” She tilts her head as she studies my bemused expression. “It’s a film. You’ve never seen it?”
“Is that the one about the aliens?”
Eilidh snorts derisively. “No, that’sClose Encounters.Brief Encounteris a wartime classic.”
