Chapter 28: Temptation Unleashed

POV: Beatrice

"Should I let you collapse, miss, Ricci?"

"Cosa Nostra rules allow that, don't they?"

"Not when I still need to get her healthy, not when I still need to defeat her, Beatrice."

Focusing on her eyes, I gently slid my hands over my still-covered breasts, before standing up again and letting go of the wood I was holding. His body remained still, his muscles tense, but the way he looked at me showed that Stefano was getting more and more impatient, absorbed and out of his comfort zone by the second. I lifted one of my legs, positioned myself between his thighs, and rested my hands on the back of the chair, leaving my face above his, our eyes perfectly matched.

"I need your help, Stefano," I whispered, my lips moving close to his mouth. His breathing was completely under control, as were his hands, which slid down the length of my back without any delicacy or slowness, causing a delicious shiver to run across my skin until they reached the clasp of my black, strapless bra. He opened it without hesitation, allowing my breasts to be exposed to his hungry gaze, the garment between his fingers, before I touched it, his skin brushing against mine, before I pulled away, letting the fabric fall on the floor next to you.

"Good job, don." I whispered, this time more provocatively, let go of the wood to get out of there when Stefano clamped both hands around my waist, pulling me down onto his lap. My ass was stuck to his thigh, my vulva draped over his large member beneath me. Stefano was caught in my eyes, his hands bringing my neck closer, while my breasts rubbed against his t-shirt.

"Ask the last fucking question, Beatrice," he whispered urgently, his excited tone echoed in my ears. Our bodies were entwined, I felt even wetter with his presence, and my hard-on grew by the second.

I took a deep breath, tried to concentrate, while his fingers slid along the curves of my neck, loosening their grip. I leaned in to whisper the question in his ear, let my lips brush lightly against his skin, teasing him even more.

"Fuck me like you think Andrea never could," I whispered, my voice charged with excitement and lust. I felt Stefano's hands tighten around my waist, his hot breath making my skin crawl.

"That wasn't a question, Beatrice," he whispered back. "Although I appreciate your courage in asking me, I must remind you of our conversation last night. You won't get anything from me that easily." Stefano continued, his eyes sparkling with amusement, the corners of his lip lifted before he answered, his hands moved up from my waist to my chin, lifted it to make even more room for him, his lips brushed every inch of my neck, his scent mingled with my perfume. "I knew you wouldn't resist me when my hands touched you, Beatrice. You are losing control to me, and if you want to be fucked, first I am going to make you beg for it." He whispered, very close to my ear, again.

My eyelids got heavier and heavier, I wanted to close my eyes and bask in his closeness, but I stopped myself, even though the tremor of arousal was inevitable when one of his fingers touched the edge of my panties, pulling them off at once. The thin fabric tore, on one side and then the other, marking both sides of my waist. My breathing quickened, my heart pounded in my chest, as Stefano's strong hand gripped the front of my panties.

With a deft movement, he freed my wet vulva over the perfectly ironed brown social fabric. I was exposed to the open air, vulnerable and aroused, revealing my whole self to Stefano.

As the cool breeze caressed my skin through the window, I felt a shiver run through my body. My eyes met his, and he pulled me even closer, pressing my body against his. The feel of his throbbing erection against my bare skin only increased the desire burning inside me.

"Get on the bed and lie down," he ordered in a firm, exciting voice, lowering my chin to his lips. "Stay open for me, Beatrice," his husky voice continued, his cock even more erect beneath me, if that were possible.

Without hesitation, I obeyed his orders and headed for the bed. I felt my arousal growing with every step as I awakened every sense in my body. I lay down on the bed, spread my legs wide, exposed my moist pussy, and was eager to receive his touch.

Stefano approached with an intense gaze, seeming to burn every part of me. He moved slowly, savoring the moment and enjoying the scene before him, as if for the first time. Once again, I gave myself to the father of my child, to the man I hated, but who knew very well how to fuck me and make me hungry for his body. Stefano was definitely a son of a bitch, an irresistible and seductive scoundrel.

"Put your hands behind you, Beatrice." Another order came from his lips, as Stefano fished out last night's tie, still on the dresser.

I raised my arms, held on to the edge of the bed as his hands expertly entwined the fabric around my wrist, gripping my fingers even tighter to the wood as he tied a firm knot there. My chest rose and fell faster than usual as Stefano returned to the desk, filled the glass with the whiskey and ice, which seemed to have been left there recently in a thermos pot.

The sound of the ice hitting the walls of the glass made me shiver, and I could already feel the thirst settling in my body. Stefano took a deep sip, savored every drop of the drink, before selecting an icy stone and approaching me.

His deft hands placed the stone directly on my pussy, and the contrast in temperature was electrifying. A gasp escaped my lips, and my ass involuntarily lifted a little off the bed, as the ice slid down my entire length, leaving behind a sensitive trail.