Page 104 of Contract of a Billionaire
His question should scare me; it didn’t.
“Whatever you want. Just please, I need more.” His eyes came up to mine. Molten silver. “Please, Alessandro. I need you.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He fucked me deep and hard. My body remembered him. His body remembered mine. My arms wrapped around him, my legs hooked around his hips, and I held on.
Each thrust sent pleasure through me. The wave of heat curled in the pit of my stomach. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
His hand came to my throat and my neck pushed into his big palm.
“Mine,” he grunted. “All mine.”
A shudder rolled through me. My breasts brushed against his chest. My legs wrapped around him. His pelvis grinding against my clit. It was hot. Erotic. Fast.
His mouth came down on mine, kissing me. His hand was still on my neck. He groaned each time, the look of crazed possession in his eyes.
“This pussy is mine,” he rasped. “These tits. This body. All fucking mine.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I screamed mindlessly as pleasure sent an inferno blazing through me. The orgasm hit me hard and stars swam in my vision. My nails scraped down his back as I held onto him, violent shudders rolling down my body.
“Fuck, love,” he groaned, spurts of cum erupting from his throbbing cock. My core tingled, my orgasm roared, my body spent. His strokes eased, but he kept moving.
He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth and bit. Hard. Then soothed the sting with his tongue. As if he wanted to punish me and reward me at the same time.
With my legs still wrapped around his waist, I placed a kiss on his neck, soaking up his smell. My lips skimmed over his hot skin, tasting it.
“That was not lovemaking,” I murmured against his skin. “We’ll have to do it again.”
Rough noise sounded in his chest. It sounded almost like a chuckle. I lifted my head to meet his eyes and they shone like stars. My heart raced, my ears buzzed.
“Don’t write me off yet,” he murmured against my lips. “We’ll try again, I just need a few minutes to recover.”
I buried my head into his neck and he turned us over so he laid down, pulling me over so my head laid against his chest. I listened to his heart beat hard and fast. For me. Just as mine beat for him. Only for him.
Slowly the room came into focus. Our labored breathing eased. His fingers played with my hair. Our hearts beat together. My hands roamed his chest, my fingers pausing over the scars hidden by the ink.
“How old were you when he did this?”
His movement stilled for a second before resuming twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.
“The earliest one I remember was when I was four, but I had scars from earlier.” My heart caught in my throat. Jesus Christ.
I shifted and pressed my mouth against it. “D-didn’t your mom fight him?”
A sardonic breath with a hint of bitterness left him. “No. She was terrified of him. She let him do whatever he wanted to me, Mia, and Branka.”
“Branka doesn’t talk much about Mia,” I noted softly. “Were you close with her?”
“Yes.” It was only a single word but raw pain vibrated through its syllable. “She was five years younger than me.” My palm roamed his chest in a circular motion. “I couldn’t protect her. The only thing I could do was irritate him more so his anger would be more focused on me. He blamed her for being a girl. Liked to humiliate her, make her walk in front of his men naked, showing them the burn marks she earned by disobedience.”
“God,” I whispered. “I knew he was cruel but that is sadistic.”
“Your mother should have taken you and ran,” I murmured. “Or shot him.”
He let out a sarcastic breath. “The only time our mother was brave enough to do something was when I was fifteen,” he said. I had a bad feeling. “She tried to set us all on fire in her room. Branka was only an infant.”
My heart froze. I couldn’t fathom a mother hurting her own children. “Is that how Mia died?”
“No, she survived. We all did. But Mother never forgave me for getting us out. Every scream, every pain that Branka and Mia endured from then on was my fault.”
