Page 19 of Merciless Desires

“Cin.” He reached into the back of his waistband and took out his gun, setting it next to the knife on the desk. “I’ll never be able to atone for tonight.” He unbuckled his belt. “So, if I’m going to hell, I’m taking you with me.”

“I’m not afraid of the fire.”

“That is what concerns me.”

He lifted me off the desk and spun me around, raising my ruined dress over my hips. I tensed when he pressed on the small of my back and forced my chest onto the smooth wood of the desk.

“Untie me.”

“No.” He rustled behind me, lowering his zipper. “I’m in charge.”

“But I’ve never… I don’t want to like this.”

As aroused as I was to have Gio do these things to me, this wasn’t how I envisioned my first time. I dreamt that he would be removing my designer wedding dress and making love to me in a private Italian villa that overlooked the ocean. The sound of the waves would crash to the surf under a full moon. I’d be drunk on prosecco and him.

Sappy? Maybe. But I am a mafia princess.

“Relax.” He stepped closer to me, running his hand along my backside. “We’ll leave this on.” He tugged at my thong. “I have to retain some control.”

What is he doing?

“Oh.” I wiggled my hips when he pushed his very hard and very erect penis between my thighs. “You’re um…” He had lowered his pants and now the only thing that came between us was the thin silk of my thong. It left nothing to the imagination. As he rubbed against me, I realized my fantasies had not been imaginative enough.

“Cin.” His voice vibrated against my neck. “I want to fuck you.”

If he ripped my thong off me and shoved inside me, I wouldn’t protest. His long, thick shaft moved between my legs, creating a delicious friction. When he gripped my backside and spread my cheeks apart, it caused my vagina to spread open, allowing his tip to enter me through the thong. All that stood in his way was a thin scrap of lace.

“Gio.” I arched my back and thrust into him, wanting to satisfy the tingling inside me. The air conditioning vent from above blasted cold air into us, intensifying the sensation. I didn’t know if I was hot or cold, frustrated or satisfied, right or wrong. None of it mattered because I had the one man I had coveted for years. “Please.”

He reached around me, sliding his finger inside my panties and gliding it along my slit.

That helped! “Oh…” My legs trembled, threatening to buckle as I climaxed a second time. I twitched against the restraints as I squirmed under his touch.

“Bellissima.” He thrust one last time before a hot liquid streamed across my lower back and butt cheeks. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I rested my face on the desk, coming down from my second Gio-induced orgasm of the night.

“Don’t move,” he said.

“Where would I go?”

He didn’t answer as his footsteps moved away from me. I heard a door open, and then he switched on a light in the distance. I assumed it was a bathroom when he turned on a sink. A few seconds later, he returned and wiped my back and butt with a warm, wet cloth. He dried me off with another towel before undoing the tie from my hands. Next, he gently tugged my dress over my hips and put it back into place.

He helped me stand as I stretched out my back before turning to face him. He took my wrists and placed soft kisses on the inside of them, and then gently rubbed the marks where the restraints had left indents on my skin.

I gazed into his eyes, confusion clouding my thoughts. When we came into this room he was furious with me. How did we end up doing what we had done? I glanced down at my exposed chest and rage filled me. When I looked back at him, he was grinning.

I tugged my hands from his hold and hauled my hand back, taking satisfaction in the loud smack that echoed throughout the dim, cold room when my palm connected with his cheek.

“What the fuck was that for?” He rubbed his face. “Are you out of your mind?”

“You ruined my dress!”

“Seriously?” His laughter infuriated me. “I restrained you, took a blade to your nipples, and came all over your ass. But you’re mad because I cut your dress?”

“Yes!” I shouted. “It’s a Versace.”

“I’ll buy you four more, but now you know what happens when you disrespect me.”

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