And there were no strings attached.
No danger of tasting more.
Sierra moaned, slapping her hands against the wall as she tipped her head from side to side. "I... I... Oh!"
I felt her pussy muscles clamping around my shaft, sucking me in even deeper as the first throes of a powerful orgasm swept over her. "Good girl." I lost myself in the moment, trying to push her straight into ecstasy. I wanted her satisfied.
I wanted her to remember this for months, even years.
As the single orgasm turned into a second then a third, I continued driving my cock in as deeply as possible. The mewing sounds were far too stimulating, keeping the fuel burning deep within.
Only when she stopped shaking, her arms sliding down the wall did I ease back, the adrenaline kicking into overdrive. I walked us toward the bed, easing her down and leaning over until our lips were only centimeters apart. "As I said, all of you belongs to me. Now, I fuck you in the ass."
I wrapped my hand around her hair, using the hold as leverage as I twisted her body, forcing her onto all fours. She responded instantly, positioning her legs partially open, her back arched, her body waiting.
Hungering.
Needing.
My entire body was shaking as I slid the tip of my cock up and down the crack of her ass. The scent of our combined sex floated all around us, a moment of drunkenness settling in. Then I became the crazed man once again, pushing the tip into the cleft until I was able to find her dark hole. I used every last ounce of control when I slipped inside, driving past the tight ring of muscle.
I wasn't a gentle man. I wasn't a caring man. Hell, I wasn't anything but a ruthless bastard, but I would be gentle with her.
To a point.
She whimpered, her mouth opening wide as a flash of obvious pain rushed into her system. The sheen on her face was mesmerizing, stealing my damn breath. Why was I so attracted to this girl? Why did I want to lose myself in her, basking in her glory? This wasn't anything like me.
As the warmth of her ass muscles swept around my cock, I fell into a lull, moving in and out in a perfect rhythm, riding her. Then my actions intensified, becoming more brutal, the thrusts faster and harder.
She pushed up hard from the comforter, meeting every savage plunge, her moans matching mine. We were nothing more than two primal beasts, a beautiful match. I had no idea how long the hard fucking lasted, but as beads of perspiration slipped down both sides of my face, dripping in an accentuated manner along her back, I could no longer see anything in my field of vision.
I knew there was no holding back, no way of keeping my needs from being satisfied. Lightheaded, I threw my head back and issued another keening roar as I exploded into her, filling her with my seed.
I knew that however long we were together at this place, she would belong to me. She would obey me, fulfill my needs, and I would take her in any manner I desired.
And perhaps one day, I would own her forever.
Her body.
Her submission.
Her soul.
Mine. All mine. Sierra
Blood.
A tragedy for so many, vile and evil men creating destruction and damnation.
A dangerous man.
A ruthless monster.
A heartless criminal.
I stood in front of the man I'd sworn never to see again, a brutal creature who had no regard for life. Yet I'd known instinctively that there was nowhere else to turn, no one who would help me.
But him.
Dominating.
Sexy.
Possessive.
The words filtered into my mind as I stood in front of the larger than life man, his dark eyes penetrating mine. I was filled with trepidation at his reaction, a gut-wrenching moment of losing myself in the past. I was a damn fool. A flash from only two hours before shifted me back into the nightmare and the very reason I'd lost a portion of my mind.
"Bitch!" the monstrous man bellowed, his dark and dangerous voice ringing in the night air. "I. Will. Find. You." He stood with a knife in his hands, the glistening steel something I would never forget.
The words were haunting, the scarred and ugly man what nightmares were made of. I should have known better than to go off on my own, trying desperately to finish a damn story. Now I stood in the house of a man I didn't really know, other than the brutal stories I'd heard since moving to Chicago in an attempt to start a new life.
And memories of a dark fantasy I'd succumbed to.
He was just as handsome as he'd been all those years ago, even more debonair than I'd remembered in his dark shirt and beautiful charcoal gray trousers. Everything about him reeked of money and sexuality, as well as the same kind of danger as the monster in the alley.
Except Lorenzo Francesco held the city hostage with his brawn and power, the stronghold he had over politicians and members of law enforcement unequaled in the land of kingpins. He was a force unlike anything Chicago had ever seen.