Page 81 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
I inhale a whole glass of water then cast my gaze to the ground, avoiding any eye contact as I make my way back inside. The evening is starting to close in, casting the house in shadows, so I push the note further inside my bra as I follow a warm glow through the entrance hall toward the back of the house.
Behind the staircase is a door, slightly ajar, a shard of light seeping through the gap. I look left and right to make sure no one has seen me, then I open it and step through onto a small set of stairs. The door closes softly and I take extra care walking in my tall heels down the steps, landing at the bottom on a concrete floor.
I’m standing in a reasonably large room, surrounded by columns and rows of dark bottles, all encased behind glass doors. A figure steps out of the shadows and my heart races like I just injected a bunch of steroids into it. “Come here, goddess.”
I take three steps toward Benito then he closes the gap impatiently, slamming his lips onto mine with an urgency that shocks me to the bones. His tongue swipes across mine, tasting every line and curve of my mouth. I’m bent backwards, the air squeezed from my lungs. A beautiful, addictive pain radiates from my chest where he’s crushing against me.
When a small note of desperation curls up my throat, he pulls back for a brief moment, mutters something about need, then crashes down on me again.I’m ushered backward until my spine hits glass and a large hand grabs a handful of thigh and kneads its way up until it reaches my underwear.
Feeling how blood-scorchinglysoakedit is, a growl rolls through his chest and tunnels into my body.
He roars between clenched teeth, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
His rage sounds bottomless, and hot with terror. Yet, I can’t pull away. I nip at his lips and claw at his shirt like a naughty kitten, needing his heat on my tongue and trembling muscles beneath my paws.
One hand mauls the neckline of my dress, dragging it over one breast. My heart stutters. Fed’s letter… I’m about to protest when Benito’s other hand tears my panties clean off. He shoves them roughly into his pocket then returns his hand to my heat and only then does he seem to breathe. He kneads my breast and pussy in tandem until my body doesn’t know what to rock into so I cling to his lips, nipping them and sucking as he moans low, desperate curses that don’t make any sense. The note pales in significance as he overtakes me with a raw passion.
We’re wound up tightly in a ball of madness, unraveling with each ground heel of a palm, and with each thrust of a thigh against his erection.
I rub my leg into him mindlessly until he bites my jaw drawing a yelp. “Stop it. You’ll make me come.”
My eyelids shiver, faintly.
“I want you to. Fuck me… please,” I whimper.
He slides three thick fingers inside me, tearing breaths from my lungs.
“Not here,” he growls, returning his tongue to my mouth.
I lick it ravenously, my focus scattered, my senses overstimulated and burning.
My back slams against the glass with each hard fuck of his hand and I cry into his mouth, helplessly on the edge. The sound of rattling glass and slickened flesh drives me to the end of sanity and I orgasm with unbridled force around his knuckles.
He continues to fuck me with his fingers and swallow my gasps while he presses my vibrating body between his chest and the glass wine cabinet. Only when I’ve stopped trembling does he remove his hand and his mouth from my two plundered openings. He gently rights my dress, easing out any creases with calloused fingertips.
He stands back and drags his gaze over my quivering body.
“Fuck, yeah,” he drawls. “OnlyIget to make a dirty wet mess of my goddess.”
I almost pass out at his words. I love the possessiveness in his slow, lazy gaze, and the helplessness in his solid cock, obvious beneath the clipped lines of his slacks.
I’m addicted to this man, thisfeeling.
Then his tone turns sharp.
“Get up the stairs, Contessa, before I commit a fucking crime.”
My breath feels heavy and languid. I rise up to my tiptoes and brush my lips across his. “I didn’t think you cared about crime. You certainly kill enough people to make me question your…conviction.”
He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe. He just parts his lips and speaks in a low monotone growl.
“Get up those stairs before my cock gets any damned harder and I fuck youto death.”
Benito
She blinks once, inhales sharply, thenrunsup those wooden steps. And thank God she does because I’mthisclose to taking her and pulling her apart whether she consents or not.
I rest my damp palm against a glass door and breathe heavily until my pulse slows. Then I allow my eye to be drawn to the folded note on the floor. I reach down and pick it up, confirming it is the note I saw her stuff into her bra when she didn’t think I was watching.
