Page 91 of Rosetti Family New York
“You’re not going anywhere.” She’s trying to get away, but she has no chance. Not like this. I’m on her fast, grabbing hold of that sleek hair and reeling her back to me. I drag her to the floor, and she’s fighting every inch of the way down. It’s hard and sudden, and she’s where I want her, on her knees in front of me. Her breath’s ragged and so is mine. The air feels raw, electric with anger and lust and everything I’m barely holding back. She’s drunk and unmasked, and I’m losing control but I don’t care. I’ve never cared less.
“What’s it going to be, Besiana? What do you want?”
She looks up at me, her breath ragged from the fight, her body like a wild animal’s, coiled and ready to flee or strike. I see it then—the hesitation that flickers just long enough for me to know I’m right. She’s holding back, but only for an instant. Then she steadies, eyes sharp and amused, and it cuts like a fucking knife.
“You know what I want,” she purrs.
I swear my dick gets even harder, the need twisted with anger that she’s not saying the words.
She presses her mouth into a thin line, eyes burning defiance, and for a second I think she’s not going to answer. The words I’mwaiting for never come, but neither does the escape I’m bracing for.
“You’re such a bastard,” she spits at me, but she stays right where she is, on her knees.
I clamp my hand in her hair and feel her whole body resisting me, refusing to give in.
“Say it, Besa.”
I’m pulling so tight it has to hurt, but she doesn’t even flinch. Her gaze is steady, electric with fury and want, and I can see the war inside her, the last struggle before she surrenders.
“You,” she says finally, the admission so raw it’s almost a wound. “I want you.”
“Want me how?”
The blush rises in her cheeks, and I know I’ve got her. She’s where I want her, the fire is still there but the ice starting to melt, and nothing’s ever made me harder in my fucking life. She needs this. She needs me to take everything.
“Want you to fuck me,” she says, the words raw and tight. “Is that what you need to hear, Dom?”
I know she means it. She wants me, wants my body, wants my punishment. I should feel some kind of guilt, some kind of remorse for twisting her this way, but all I feel is the pulse between us, more alive than it’s ever been. More real. Her eyes are locked on mine, and I want every part of her, but I want her words most of all. It’s the only thing I’ll take before I take the rest.
“I need to hear it all.”
She licks her lips, and it takes everything I have not to come right there.
“You have me so twisted I can’t think straight,” she says. “I want your body. I want your cock.”
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want her right now. My restraint snaps like a chain pulled too tight, and it’s her own damn fault. She’s opened the cage and set me loose.
“Good girl,” I tell her, raw and reckless with need. I’ve waited so long to hear her say it, and now I’m going to make sure she never forgets. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I unzip my fly, and her mouth’s on me before I’ve even finished, and I’m already so far gone I almost can’t take it. Almost.
Her mouth is wet and hot and perfect, and she’s not holding back. She’s the opposite of the obedient wife she’s played so far. Instead, she’s wild and passionate and not letting anything get between her and her needs.
I thrust hard and she moans, sending a shock up my spine. I’m the one that’s begging now. Begging for more, for all of her. I know she can tell because she looks up at me with those wide, defiant eyes, never stopping, never letting me catch my fucking breath.
I tangle my hand in her hair and pull her closer. Her teeth scrape against me, and I don’t know if she’s punishing me or pushing me over the edge. I don’t care. It’s heaven. It’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I saw her.
“Besa,” I groan, and the word sounds like surrender.
She takes me in deeper, and it’s an explosion of sensation, of control and release, and I know I can’t hold on. I don’t want to. I let go, let myself lose everything in the heat and the wetness and the wildness of her. I come hard, calling out her name like it’s the last thing I’ll ever say, the only thing that matters. She keeps sucking, keeps going until she’s taken every bit of me, and I’m collapsing, the world spinning around me, and she’s still there, exactly where I want her.
Exactly where she wants to be.
10
Besiana
Asliver of light slips between the blinds, painting bars on the bedroom walls. It’s early, but I know Dom is up. His side of the bed is empty and cold. I rise and wrap myself in silk. In this family, nothing stays warm for long.
