Page 64 of Immoral

Tiny whimpers fill the air. It's like an old song from childhood. One that no matter how many times you play it, it only gets better with time. Her eyelids flutter, and I lean into her ear, reminding her, "I didn't give you permission to come."

"Gianni," she pleads. Her hot skin glistens, shimmering in the dim light.

It would be so easy to let her have what she wants, but I'm not an ordinary man. And I don't crave power.

I take it.

So I wait, and wait, and wait some more, continuing to play with her how I want, until her legs tremble and she's begging me in a hoarse voice. I allow several more minutes to pass, taking a few nibbles on her breasts and listening to her moan.

The air becomes thick with the smell of her arousal. Her juices cover my hand and drip down her thighs. The tremors in her body grow more intense, and she shimmies her hips.

It's right where I want her. I smack her ass, and her clit slides along my shaft. She shrieks, "Oh God! Again!"

I growl, "Do not move. I didn't permit you!"

Her eyes glisten. "Baby...please."

"Do you know when I changed the wall?"

"I-I can't take anymore!" she cries out then circles her clit against my cock faster.

I smack her again. This time, I pull my cock away from her. "Stop moving, tesoro. Answer me! Do you know when?" I demand.

She swallows hard, closes her eyes, then breathes, "No."

I lean closer, rubbing my dick on her again, then admit, "The day after I saw you in the club. The first moment I knew you were back in New York."

Surprise erupts across her face, mixing with her lust-filled desperation.

I keep everything slow, and she pleads, "Oh God! Gianni! Please don't...don't—"

"No one, Cara! There's been no other woman on this wall, nor will there ever be. Since I saw you that night, I've not touched anyone," I bark.

"Wh-what?" she asks, blinking harder.

"No one," I reiterate.

She stays quiet, except for her labored breath.

It hits me that she might not trust in my word any longer. "Tell me you believe me, Cara."

She stays silent.

I speed up my thrusts against her clit. "Don't you dare come! Not until you tell me you believe me!"

"Gianni, please!"

"Tell me!"

"I believe you," she cries out.

The words aren't enough. I'm a bastard and need more. Instead of letting her release, I slow it back down.

"Gianni!"

Pinning my gaze on hers, I slide my hand through her hair, lowering my voice. My lips brush hers as I order, "Tell me again. I want to know that you really believe me."

There's only a slight hesitation, but one thing about Cara is she has honest eyes. She's not a liar like me. A tear slips down her cheek, and her voice cracks. "I believe you. I swear."

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