“The reward is for three million dollars.” He shrugs one shoulder. “What man can resist?”
My eyes stretch wide and the back of my head lands on the bed again. I ease up, only slightly.
“You injured him for me—put his guard down for now. You’ll make killing him a lot easier. Not that I needed help in the first place. He’s a fucking idiot for coming into my home with no back up.” The tip of his cock pushes in and a harsh breath shoots past my lips. Thick. So damn thick. “And seeing you so angry—so eager to get rid of a man that betrayed you— has made me too fucking hard to not fuck you right now. It makes me wonder how far you’d go to try and get rid of me.” His smirk makes my throat feel thick. “I’ve been patient with you, but I won’t pass up this opportunity. I’m done fucking around, Gianna. I want you now.”
His hot mouth presses on the crook of my neck, and with no hesitation at all, he slides his cock into me.
My breath is bated as he clutches my wrists in hand and focuses on my face. He watches me—holds me—and then he slams inside me. I feel myself stretching wider for him, my walls holding him snug.
He moves rapidly, my ass at the edge of the bed, thrusting quickly between my thighs. His grunts are heavy, and as his lips press on the bend of my neck, I sigh.
The sound of slapping skin ricochets off the blue walls, and my back bows even more.
I hear Kevin shouting out in pain from a faraway distance, and something about hearing that and having Draco inside me tips me right over the edge.
It gives me a sense of power.
Control.
“I have wanted to make you mine for a long time, niñita,” he rasps in my ear. He lowers his head and his mouth closes around one of my nipples again.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, pulsing around him. It’s been so long since I’ve had this. So long. And it feels way too good.
A mixture of guilt and pleasure swims through my bloodstream. I hate myself for this—indulging in such a sinful act. I hate myself for not resisting.
Draco shouldn’t have me like this, right in the palm of his hand. He shouldn’t have gotten in this easily, but I find myself digging my nails into his hips and welcoming him in. Forcing him deeper.
My fingernails glide up, and then scatter down his back, leaving marks that I know won’t fade for days.
“Fuck, Gianna,” he groans with a dip of his hips. His mouth is less than an inch away from mine. “He never deserved you,” he murmurs. “No one on this earth deserves you but me.”
I start to protest against his words, my hands dropping to shove against his chest, but he grips my forearms, slams them to the bed again, and then places his mouth on mine.
His tongue thrashes through my lips, while his cock drives harder and deeper, bringing me higher—filling me up with forbidden ecstasy.
He pulls both hands away, cupping the back of my neck with one while using the other to press his thumb down on my clit. He applies just the right amount of pressure as he drives his cock slower.
The feeling is too much.
My body is overheated with lust, desire, and shame.
My heart doesn’t know what to do.
And my mind…fuck. My mind is so lost. So confused.
I swore he wouldn’t get to my heart or my mind…but I was so fucking wrong. He’s forced his way in and I don’t know how to come back from this.
I can’t stop it—he feels so amazing.
“Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me,” he grumbles against my lips. “I can tell you’ve wanted to feel my cock. I know this is exactly what you need in order to finally fucking behave.” His hand slides up and locks around my throat. His grip isn’t tight at all, but the gesture alone is enough to make me explode.
He’s still stroking with his hot brown eyes locked on me.
His brows are dipped and his lips are close to mine. He’s drawing me in, soaking up all that I can give. I am in my most vulnerable state.
Pussy aching.
Body jolting.
My moans echoing across the room.
I need to release. I need to let go. I’m aching so much.
I want him to make me come so bad it hurts.
And as he slams inside me, squeezes my face in his hand, and crushes my lips with his, it finally happens. He gives me what I want and I don’t hold back.
My legs quake harder than they ever have before. I cry out, gripping him tighter, squeezing as if my life depends on it.
He’s groaning, watching me unravel, and before I know it, he stills, and his face falls into the crook of my neck.