Page 71 of Bellini Born
Fuck me. I was giving her every reason to run, and here she was, picking up everything I put down.
“Is that what you want,bella? For me to destroy this perfect body of yours? To mark it, to claim it, to fuckingownit?” I sank my teeth into her neck hard enough to have her crying out, so there would be no doubt as to what she was agreeing to.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping the strands, and just when I thought she was going to pull my head away, she forced it closer.
“Matteo.” My name fell from her lips like a prayer.
Goddamn, she was exquisite.
Soothing the fresh bruise blooming on her skin with my tongue, I rasped, “When we’re done here, you will be my queen.”
Her only response was a breathy moan.
I trailed a path of kisses down the nape of her neck. When I reached where her dress stopped my progress, I clamped the zipper between my teeth and yanked it low enough that the fabric fell away, leaving Summer completely naked.
My forehead dropped to the center of her back, and I dragged in deep breaths as I tried to rein it in because I was barely holding on to my control.
“Stop holding back.”
Her softly issued command was all it took for that fraying thread to snap.
Rising to my full height, I locked an arm around Summer’s waist and tossed her on the bed with such force she bounced a good foot off the mattress. She was just pushing away the blonde locks that had fallen across her face when I began to strip. With practiced ease, I fed the buttons through the loops of my dress shirt, groaning when my girl’s pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
Don’t worry, beautiful. I have plans for those lips.
The jangling of my belt being undone drew her attention lower. My cock twitched, and I wasted no time in lowering my zipper and boxers enough to free it.
My head dropped back as my fist closed around my shaft, pumping the length and easing the pressure that had been mounting all damn night thanks to the little vixen currently sprawled out across my silk sheets.
I about damn near exploded on the spot when a wet warmth engulfed the tip, and my eyes sprang open to find Summer on her knees before me.
The animal inside me took over, and I wrenched her off so forcefully she landed on her ass on the floor.
Voice dark and deadly, I gritted out, “I don’t remember giving you permission to put your mouth on my cock.” Bending down so we were eye to eye, I added for emphasis, “Whores don’t call the shots.”
She blinked at me, stunned into silence, but managed the tiniest of nods to show her understanding.
My thumb tugged on her lower lip. “Get on the fucking bed and keep these parted, wide as you can.”
Scrambling off the ground, she climbed back onto the mattress, positioning herself so that she was flat on her back, mouth open.
I retrieved the discarded bottle of bubbly, popping the cork and letting foam fizz freely over the rim. Crawling over Summer’s body, I came to a stop once I was kneeling over her face, my rock-hard dick resting on her chin. Pearly precum leaked onto her skin, and when her tongue appeared, ready to lap it up, I arched an eyebrow, and it quickly retreated.
A sinister smirk crept onto my face. She was learning more quickly than I imagined. I thought it would take several sessions of me dominating her before she accepted her role as my little fuck doll. But as always, Summer had a way of surprising me.
Shaking the alcohol in my hand, I asked, “Thirsty?”
She offered me a vigorous nod.
I brought the bottle to my mouth and tipped it enough that the carbonated beverage filled my mouth. But instead of swallowing, I held it there, savoring the taste before allowing my jaw to drop, and the sticky liquid dribbled down my chin, carving a path between my pecs and abs, before the thin stream flowed over my cock and past her parted lips.
And like the perfect angel she was, she never closed those lips. It took effort, but she managed to choke down most of the drink, with only a small spray of it coming back up as she sputtered.
Taking a swig for myself, I set the champagne on the nightstand. Then I placed one hand flat on the headboard while I used the other to feed Summer my cock. Pressing into her hot mouth slowly, I paused when I reached the back of her throat. With the heavy weight of my erection sitting on her tongue, every primal instinct inside me screamed to move, to create friction in search of my release.
“Close,” I commanded, and those silky-smooth lips suctioned around my shaft.
Chest heaving, I took a moment to savor the pleasure of being buried deep inside the warmth of her mouth. Because what came after this would make or break us. When I truly unleashed, she would either accept who I was behind the mask, or she would leave and never look back. There was no in-between; the beast had been free, and I refused to cage him ever again.
