Page 57 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

I reach back and cup his face and he smiles down at me.

“Get ready to feel better baby,” he promises and I want it all. Everything he’s promising and more. I want all of it. He doesn’t give me the chance to answer.

He lifts my leg and presses the head of his cock to my asshole. Holding me to him he inches in and I moan at the strange but fulfilling sensation. It’s strange and it hurts a little.

“It’s okay baby, you’ll feel good in a second.”

He knows and just as he promises I do feel good. It starts with a jolt of the wild pleasure that’s already coursing through me. He moves faster, holding me tighter, fondling my left breast to give me more pleasure.

I arch into him when he speeds up. He only goes as fast and hard as I can take though because I cry out when he starts to fuck me and everything becomes too much. For him too. I can tell from the pulse of his cock inside my ass. He’s at his limit too.

He speeds up like he’s lost control and I know I can’t hold any more even if I was told to. I’m at the height of pleasure. I’m up there with it and I can’t hold on any more. I scream as my release comes for me.

Seconds later he thunders into me, blowing the spray of his cum into me.

Everything is a wild combo and mixture of something that makes me lose control of whatever concept I have of reality.

That was the moment when we both lost our minds and suddenly everything was about him and me.

Me and him in the now and the moment.

I don’t remember much after that. I have a vague memory of leaving the club. Then time skipped and I had an awareness that we’d been crazy for each other for the last two weeks but I don’t know what happened from one day to the next.

Just sex.

Me at his apartment. Him at my apartment. Us at The Dark Odyssey in the sex dungeon, us having sex in public, us in his office there and at Giordanos inc.

Anywhere, everywhere. Wherever. One fantasy after another and another, and another.

It didn’t surprise me that he wanted us to be the first to grace the exhibition box outside of the exhibitionist he’d hired.

He’d finally decided it was ready for booking when he had a waiting list as long as the street. Salvatore Giordano declared however that no one else would be in there until we had it, and Jesus Christ we’re in there now giving fucking a new meaning.

People are watching. I’m just aware of that fact, but I don’t see anyone except him. I don’t feel anything besides what I feel with him.

He was just pounding into me from behind and I was pressed up against the glass like the woman weeks ago. It’s me now.

He then pulled out of me, picked me up so I could wrap my legs around him and he plunged back into me.

“Fucking perfect babygirl,” he growls.

Like always I can’t speak.

I just answer with a kiss.

A kiss that feels as wild as everything else the second our lips meet

Chapter Seventeen

Mimi

I openmy eyes when a knock sounds at my door.

Lifting my head I glance at the clock and see it’s seven. A quick look at the floor to ceiling windows confirms it’s seven p.m. not a.m.

With relief I blow out a sigh and move my notebook off my lap.

I’d fallen asleep on the sofa going over my business plans.

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