I had a fever, it was hot, itchy and my temperature ran increasingly high I might have shivered a bit. It was too late to turn back now and it wasn't possible to stop. I rolled my hips against him, rubbing my wetness on his throbbing length.
I could barely contain myself, and then it happened. I had ground down hard enough on the head of his erection that it had slowly slipped inside of me. He was so big, it stung and I trembled. Then he grabbed my hands and held them above my head and he let his dick slide further into me. We both watched it happen, my breaths coming out erratic.
"Can you take all of me, principessa" I was so filled, it burned and I nodded. He looked down at where we were joined with a look that bordered on insanity and then with a growl he thrust all the way inside of me.
I cried out and arched my back off the bed. I was so full, too full that I could feel him deep in my stomach. His body felt so heavy as he lay on top of me.
"I'm afraid you're creating a monster out of me" he rasped in my ears. He held me by a fistful of hair and then he fucked me.
Skin to skin, flesh biting and his heavy weight upon me. Everything felt so intense, so raw that I fought to breathe. Every thrust began to kindle a spark inside of me that only the next thrust could quench.
"You're so fucking tight Helena"
"You take it so good" he praised "You're so wet for me"
His words sank into my skin, drawing the juices out of me. I was nothing but heat and flame,
"Fuck"
Loud moans escaped my mouth and he brought a hand over my lips "If you keep moaning like that, I'm going to be over before I'm ready" but I couldn't stop, not with each thrust harder than the last like he was punishing me for something. He covered my mouth with his palm, he his other hand grabbed my hair. It felt so addictive, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
But like the demon that he was and the dominant Don he held out to be, he withdrew his hands from my mouth and now clasped both my hands together above my head, he held me in place and fixed his gaze on me.
"Keep your eyes open, Helena" his words were firm, nearly drowning me in the dominance they held and I looked at him, locking my gaze with him as he pounded into me.
"Tony Anotti is dead, shot him in the head" he whispered to me in the heat of passion, with quick thrust that nearly left me ruptured. What kind of sick game was he playing, but whatever it was that statement brought me alive.
It felt so hot, so fiery, so unusual – the orgasm that erupted was immediate and so violent that I couldn't stop my screams and it sent a shudder through me. Heat pulled at my lower stomach before branching out in tingles .
He watched me with a gaze darker than the night sky "Who fucks you?"
I shivered "You do?"
"Who else?"
"Just you" I breathed and it was the truth
A rumble of satisfaction came from him and then he rested his forehead against mine "I'm going to come inside you and then I'm going to fuck you again. Remember, I gave you the chance to walk away – I'm not a nice guy when my pants are off" his lips hovered above mine. They were so close that with a slow thrust and a hushed breath, they brushed mine so lightly. He stayed like that, our lips inches apart as he thrust inside of me.
Slow
So sensual, I was losing my mind. It felt so intimate like someone had rubbed my skin with sandpaper until I was raw.
Thankfully I was on the pill, so when he came inside me for a second time, I felt calm but his words echoed inside my ears
"Sooner or later – you'll be breaking those rules of yours"
And I did.
But I didn't know if it was obsession or regret that grumbled in my belly.
***
I could never fall in love with this man, I would rather never fall in love at all than to experience it unrequited. It had happened once – with this same man. But I had fallen into his effortless charm and broken the golden rule. My morning coffee tasted like regret.
I couldn't love a man who treated me like a commodity and would discard when his true love casually waltz in back into his life.
I still smelled like him the next morning while I got up from the chair we had passed out on but an iron grip wrapped around my wrist pulling me back and I glanced at the man who lay like a freshly fucked king next to me. I bet he was satisfied and internally gloating that he'd finally laid me so easy even after all my rules. But as soon as I locked eyes with, all my resentment faded away into a different kind of longing. How was he so handsome and so fucking hot that it hurt to look at him.
"Coffee?" I asked and he cradled my chin.
He didn't say a word, just watched me with a lazy stare. When the eye contact began to burn, I thought he'd look away first but Dante was built with guts and I found myself pulling my eyes away from him.
"Yes please" he finally answered and just as I stood up from the chair, still naked and I was going to pull my night dress back over body while feeling the heat of Dante's stare. Just then I heard footsteps from outside entering into the house, and in less than a second before I could realize what was going on, Dante grabbed me by my waist pulling back to the chair and covering me with his body while I struggled to wear my night dress.
That was when I looked up to find a young man, dressed lazily sweat pants and a hoodie and holding a traveling suitcase.
"Dante - long time, no see" he had a wicked smile on his face, one that resembled Dante – in fact it was as if they mirrored each other.
"Matteo" Dante growled and there was nothing friendly in the way they looked at each other.
Who is Matteo?