“Do you know what happens to people who defy me, River?” My tone is lethal, my words never truer.
“Let me guess.” Her words are venomous. “They end up at the bottom of the Hudson? Really, Marco? I’ve had a lot of words for you in my head but a cliché wasn't one of them.” Leaning in, she’s close enough that her scent is making my dick harder than the cement slab at River’s feet.
“Hmm,” looking around the area, I spot an oak tree standing proudly at the entrance of the forest, like a natural bouncer keeping the humans away.
But no one can stop me. I’m done playing and River needs to understand a few things.
“Hey! Where are you taking me?”
I answer, “You’ll see soon enough.”
Practically pushing her heeled feet into the ground, disrupting the patches of grass as I pull her away from any prying eyes, I stop when all we can see is brown from the trunks and deep green of the firs.
“This is ridiculous! Are you planning on making me disapp—” Her words are caught in her throat as I whirl around on her and slam myself against her front as her back meets the ragged edges of the trunk’s surface.
“We have rules for a reason, Dolcezza. Contracts that are signed, limits that are established. For the next three months you are mine. You’re not pretending and you’re not part-time. You are fully, completely, and unequivocally mine.” Pressing harder against her soft curves, my fingers find the hem of her skirt and with every word that passes through my lips, I bare an inch of her skin.
Every one of my senses is on high alert as I memorize her tells, those little hiccups and gasps that make me want to bury my dick all the way to the hilt until the only thing she knows is how good I make her feel.
“I didn’t agree to that.” The earlier venom is gone. In its place, her words are barely audible, needy. Her chest is rising and falling in rhythm with the staccato of her breaths. Up. Down. In. Out.
I own every inhale. I’d kill for every one of her exhales.
Once my fingers reach her panties, I bring my mouth to hers without touching her. It’s just a whisper against her skin but it’s enough to make a liar out of her. Her words are denying her need but her body is a fountain of untold truths.
“Are you angry?” Her eyes narrow at my question, the change in subject too sudden for comfort. Good. I want her on unsure footing.
“Yes, I am. You’re an asshole.” I push one finger inside her wet, hot cunt and curl the tip just enough to make her gasp and throw her head back against the wood.
“Try again.”
“You… make me… angry.” A second finger joins the first, pushing in until they can go no further, caressing her walls as they move in and out. This earns me a beautiful moan that I wish I could bottle up and carry with me everywhere I go.
“Wrong answer.”
“Fuck, Marco. Yes, I’m angry. You… oh, God. More!” My thumb rubs against her clit, making her melt right into me.
“Why are you angry, River?” My words have a bite to them but she needs this, she needs to let go of it all.
“Yes! I’m fucking livid, okay? Someone killed him and it’s my fault! I did this, goddammit!” Fucking finally.
Aiming straight for her g-spot, I give her the reward she deserves and watch, enthralled, as she collapses and cries through her orgasm, her cum coating my fingers and almost making me come in my pants. But I’m not quite done yet, palming her panties back into place, I make sure to soak up every ounce of her cum.
“Off.”
“What now?” She knows exactly what I’m talking about, she’s just being a brat. It’s her default setting.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I want my trophy.”
“Well, you paid for them, so it’s no skin off my back.” With a light shrug of her shoulders, she pulls down her panties and balls them up. She thinks she’s being a bitch by throwing them at my face, but I revel in it, holding them to my nose as I inhale deeply, the sweet scent of her making me wish I’d buried my dick inside her.
She raises a brow at my antics, and I make a show of licking her panties before putting them in my pocket.
I’ve got her now, right where I want her.
Right where she needs to be.
CHAPTER ELEVEN