Recklessly His: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance, page 10
He wasn't asking. And I wasn't saying no.
He'd picked me up, lit me on fire, and scorched away every shred of my resistance. I hated him when he was ordering me around, keeping me prisoner – but I didn't despise a single thing about him when his tongue smothered my tender flesh.
Did that make us both equally fucked up lovers in this...this...whatever the hell this freaky thing was?
The shuffle of his clothes interrupted my racing thoughts. My dress was already gone, tugged off my body sometime when I was deep in my own head.
He shed his shirt with superhuman speed. He yanked off his shoes and then his trousers, losing them on the floor, snapping the boxers down his muscular legs next.
A huge red bird adorned his chest. It was dark like blood, a shade brighter than the stripes and wild patterns running up his arms, flying down his back. Everything inked to this man looked like it was meant to fly, lift him right off the ground and carry him out the window into the silvery night.
I reached out, brushing the huge predator with my hand. “Is this an eagle?”
Anton smiled. “Firebird. You've heard of it, right?” I hadn't.
“This motherfucker's legend,” he said, bowing out his chest so I could get a better look. “Every feather it sheds is a blessing or a curse, guaranteed to smother everything it touches in flames. The firebird gets to the true heart of people and things. My nana always used to tell me the myths. Guess it stuck after all these years.”
Fitting. And way more thoughtful than anything I wanted to give him credit for. Maybe Anton wasn't just a hard headed thug after all.
Not that his bare, muscular body wanted me to think anything different. He flexed, pushed his hands together, lowering his face. I followed his stare and gasped when I saw what he had between his legs.
His dick was huge. I mean, I'd seen big men with large packages on modeling sites before – some of them just as sinister looking and inked up as him. But what he had waiting for me, throbbing between his cedar sized thighs...
I closed my eyes and swallowed. Would it even fit inside me? If average guys were like five inches, then this was twice that, maybe more.
He shifted, stepped forward, rubbing it against my belly, giving his hips a good pump to make me feel how thick and long and hard he was. I shuddered. It might tear me to hell, but damn if I didn't want to try to ride it, push it all the way to my womb.
I did a double take when the dim moonlight caught a flash of something metal on his cock. There was something like a small bullet, a stud attached to his tip.
“What's the matter, babe? Every chick I've ever fucked loves what she sees. Don't tell me you're scared of a pierced dick?” He grinned. “I get it. This is your first. You're nervous. Don't be. Stuff that shit down and meet the only dick you're ever gonna have filling your holes. I'm gonna rock your fucking world so hard you'll never think about what another man feels like. Just me. Only me. You're mine, Sabrina.”
Our eyes met. His glacial blue seas were on fire.
Bastard. I'd never stop saying it, thinking it, feeling it. He was always so confident, even when we were both naked. Would he wipe that murderous smug off his face when he finally came?
My pussy ached at the thought. I wondered if he'd really burn me from the inside out when he unloaded. Jesus, then there was the birth control. I'd been taking the pill through all this, just like he'd asked, but I seriously wondered if it would do a damned thing to stop him from getting me pregnant.
“I just need a second,” I whispered, fighting a stupid smile twisting my lips. “This is crazy. It's all happening like –“
“Just like it's meant to, babe. I knew we'd be fucking the moment I saw you. Just didn't know I'd want it this bad.”
He pushed his hips against me and grunted. Up and down, up and down, his dick glided over my skin in a wide arc, slathering him in the cream I couldn't stop oozing. It made the next jerks smoother, but I still jumped in his arms when he brushed over my clit.
“You're so damned responsive,” he said. “Maybe I should hold you down. Make you jerk me off with just your squirming when I'm balls deep inside you.”
“Yes!” I hissed, a needy sound so sharp I barely recognized it as my own.
He must've decided the time for talk and teasing was over. Suddenly, he swept lower, manhandling my breasts, pulling the nipples taut between his fingers for his mouth. He sucked one for a good long while and then moved to the next, all while I buckled underneath him, keeping my sanity by brushing my sleek legs against his.
He was growing warmer by the second. When I ran my hands up his spine, it was like touching volcanic rock, something rough and hot the earth had heaved up, chiseled to freak perfection in the mantle.
“Please!” I whimpered when he pulled away from my nipple, now sucked to sweet softness. “I need this, Anton. I want it bad.”
There. He had my confession. Now, I wanted him to push between my legs and take all twenty-two years I'd lived as a stupid virgin in my family's shadow away.
He read my mind. Next thing I knew, the hardness between my legs slipped lower. He raised his hips, pulling my legs tight to his hips, getting his dick in the perfect position.
Growling, he sank into me.
It was slow at first, gradual and just a little bit painful. Good thing my pussy was so damned wet, still dripping with the need he'd stirred. I buckled, jerked up, steeling myself to take every beautiful inch of him.
He grabbed me, helped me take him deep. My eyes were pinched shut tight when he was finally all the way in, pressing his swollen head somewhere near my womb.
“You good, babe?” He stopped, held himself there, and clasped my chin.
I opened my eyes and nodded. Even if I wasn't, there was no stopping the lunatic need churning in our veins, pulling us together, calling us to fuck at all costs.
“Good. 'cause now I'm gonna hammer this pussy to heaven. Hold on and let it all go. The more you come, the better it'll be.”
Like I had any choice.
I had to rough out the first few strokes when he pulled backwards and slammed into me, clinging to the mad desire while his thrusts stretched me to my limits. But every thrust kindled a little more fire, feeding the frenzy building in my core. Muscles sucked, clenched, and relaxed with his rhythm.
My pussy knew what it wanted, and it quickly adapted to get its greedy way.
Another climax hit me out of nowhere, so fast and unexpected it was almost blinding. It scorched away the rest of the pain and discomfort, leaving only ecstasy in its wake. And it was just one more wave of the long storm he carried through my body, howling into every nerve.
He was fucking me faster when I opened my eyes and stopped screaming.
My fingers ached from clawing at the sheets. I was surprised they were intact. My grip wasn't so good after coming on his dick, especially with the way he was pounding me into the bed.
Grunts spilled out of his mouth. He panted and fucked like the huge Russian animal he was. He shook so hard it looked like the firebird tattoo was flapping its wings, scattering its mythic fire, this time all over me.
What little sense of time and self I had left came apart on his thrusts. I came for the third time, breathless and hoarse, feeling his trim hair grinding on my clit. And he wasn't done fucking me.
He pulled out, flipped me over, holding me by the shoulders. He positioned me on all fours and took me like the mindless, desperate bitch-in-heat I'd become in that moment. Even the beautiful night sky above was nothing.
There was nothing, nothing, nothing except him and I, nothing except this pleasure, nothing except his incredible cock strumming inside me.
“Oh, shit. Shit. Motherfuck! I hope you're close to blowing again for me, babe, 'cause I'm gonna fill this pussy up,” he panted. “I'm gonna make you remember my dick throbbing inside you all damned day. You want me to come hard, don't you?”
I nodded. He reached up, fisted my hair, and gave it another good shake.
“Really? I can't fucking hear you. Listen, if you're not screaming, I'll just fuck you straight through the next hour. You wanna rest? You better work for it. Make me come by brains out. Beg for my fucking seed.”
That was when my hips took on a life of their own. I clenched him with my aching muscles so hard my vision blurred. I wanted to milk his dick dry. I wanted to make him break.
I wanted him to lose this demonic control he'd had over me from the moment we'd met – if only for a few glorious seconds.
I bucked wild onto his full, pierced length, meeting his thrusts as hard as I could. Of course, it only quickened the latest climax, the explosions that seemed like they'd never stop as long as he was inside me. That little bead sitting on his tip scratched me in places no woman could resist, and I was no exception.
My body tensed and I screamed, pushing my hair into his fingers. He nearly ripped it out when his fist tightened.
“Shit! Fuck!” He took another deep breath and threw his hips forward so hard he impaled me on the bed. “Sabrina!”
Hearing my name on his orgasmic lips did it. I came so hard I nearly tore in two, rocking against his dick, losing my mind as he unloaded pure fire into me. I felt it shoot to my womb, fill me, and then flow out of me, spilling out around us.
So much fire. So much of his essence. So fucking much.
Feeling him let loose satisfied me at a level I could barely comprehend. We rocked and came together for what felt like half the night. When my muscles stopped pulsing and I could finally breathe again, I crashed flat, sliding off his dick and feeling lava leaking out of me, running down my thighs.
“God damn it. Fuck...just fuck, babe.” It took him a full minute to collect his breath. “For a virgin girl, you fuck like you were built for it.”
The bed wobbled one more time as he rolled, falling down next to me hard.
We didn't rest for long.
I curled up against his chest, loving his heat, his closeness. My nerves vibrated, confused and alive with heat and a pleasant sleepiness that wouldn't drag me under until he was ready to let me go.
Before I said anything, Anton pushed his hand between my legs. He found my clit in the slick lubrication we'd both left behind. His fingers pinched it, and then they started to fuck me for the second time, reaching up inside me and stroking me just right.
“Anton, it's too soon,” I whimpered. “I don't think I can –“
“Shut it. We're fucking 'til I'm good and spent. I got at least four more rounds before that happens. So do you, Sabrina. When you realize you can keep coming your brains out if I make you, then we can rest.”
His mouth smothered mine before I could protest. More kisses. More fire.
His fingers quickened, rubbing me faster, deeper, and infinitely right. I pushed my thighs together and bucked against his hand, taken to the precipice. When he abruptly pulled away, my face contorted, reminding me of all the conflicting emotions I still had for this man.
But we weren't in this bed beneath the stars to think. Anton spread my legs apart and mounted me a second later, pushing hard and deep, using his dick where his fingers left off.
I came so fast. It would've been embarrassing if it didn't feel so fucking good.
Clenching around his cock just encouraged him to go full throttle. I gushed and thrashed and came on his pistoning erection, loving the way his heavy balls slapped my ass. Anton fisted my hair and brushed his stubble on my cheek, stamping rampant kisses down my neck, focused on my throat.
He fucked me until I thought I'd faint. The stars seemed to move across the sky above and behind him, swallowing up the bed, the house, and this whole ridiculous situation.
Everything was devoured except me, him, and the beautiful silvery void around us.
My fingernails raked hard down his back. The sensation must've struck a nerve because he started to fuck faster still, riding like an animal in heat.
He pulled out, lifted a leg, and got behind me. His huge tattooed muscle held me down while he entered me from the side. My legs flopped like loose scissor blades as he thrust deeper, guiding that metal stud across my velvet like a precision missile.
Dizzying in his strength. Coarse in his whispers. Brutally masculine.
He fucked me like he owned me, and in bed, he finally did.
I reached for the pillows and tangled them in my hands just as the brimstone in my belly went off. Anton jerked my hair so hard I thought he'd tear a clump out, ramming his cock inside me again and again.
He threw his head back and bellowed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm filling this fucking pussy, babe. Filling you up the way you were meant to be filled. Filling you with the only dick that's ever gonna own this beautiful tight cunt.”
His free hand pinched my thigh, holding me open for him, squeezing deep into my tender flesh. The heady mix of pain and pleasure collided and went nova. The stars became fireworks all over again, smeared across my vision, blinded by silver pleasure.
Tempo. Sweat. Spice. Fire.
All my senses fired on maximum as he drove deep and emptied himself inside me. My pussy instantly came when it took his come, pulsing and burning so fierce it shook every inch of me, threatened to collapse me into his world forever.
Everything became a total blur after that. I think he fucked me a couple more times, holding me by the hair on all fours, pulling it and slapping my ass to keep me conscious whenever my body tried to shut down.
He rocketed my body right to the stars and hauled me back to earth, always pressing his mouth to my ear when he wasn't kissing or biting or tormenting my nipples with his wicked tongue.
“I fuck deep enough to feel your pulse, babe. Don't ever forget it. I'll take your heart. I'll take your soul. I'll take your body. And I'll never, ever wanna let go. Don't get any fucked up ideas, Sabrina. You're bound to me by flesh and blood and sex. Especially the fucking.” He sucked in a hot breath. “You're goddamned delectable, and I'm fucking insatiable. I'll never get tired of shooting off in this hot little cunt. Do you hear me, babe? No? Then I'll drill it in loud and clear 'til it echoes in your body forever.”
I'd never been so...so drained by the time it was over. And I mean that in every sense of the word.
I remember him pulling me into his arms and finally listening to his drumming heartbeat guiding me to sleep. We both slept like the dead.
He rose before me, escaped the bed, and left nothing behind. When I got up, he was gone. It was early morning, and a cold one too. I reached for the sheet and pulled it around me, missing his warmth.
As I slid my hand over the empty impression his body left on the bed, I marveled at how quickly I'd fallen. The old Sabrina Ligiotti was hanging by a thread, about to slip into – what, exactly?
His control? Forever?
His presence was awesome. The sex was amazing. But I wasn't ready to submit and serve him on nothing more than powerful suggestions he'd made about my family.
I thought about Uncle Gioulio. If I gave in and let the Ivankov brothers have their way – or, God forbid, helped them – my only close flesh and blood would die a horrible death. The Russians wouldn't make it quick and easy.
Whatever I still had to learn about this world, I understood that much. I also knew my Uncle would burn for what he was being accused of. If he'd actually done it, he deserved to.
The proof hadn't sunk in yet because it wasn't total. I needed more than Anton's imposing speeches and a tightly controlled computer to show me what the hell was going on. It wasn't like I could just come out and ask either.
If this was an elaborate trick or an exaggeration to get me on his side, then the answers would always be twisted one way or another. More questions wouldn't tell me anything.
Escape wasn't any less appealing than it was the day before. And maybe it was one step closer now that I'd had an unforgettable romp with Anton. If this night meant as much to him as it did to me, the trust between us had grown.
Maybe I was stupid and naive. I wanted to believe he needed my help to do the right thing, even if it was making moves that would twist my heart in tourniquets. But I couldn't know until I lied to him and got my freedom.
I wasn't sold on anything yet. It was my job to make him believe I was. I'd say anything and everything to make him trust me, set me free, send me back to where I came from.
If I could return to the outside world, I'd be able to confront my uncle and all this insane history face-to-face, without anything suspect in the way.
Bowing my head in the early morning light, I licked my lips and tasted him. It felt so good when he was owning my body last night. Still, I'd never let him have everything else until I was sure he deserved it.
Things had taken a truly crazy turn, and now there was nothing left to do but follow the crooked path. It wasn't about old blood feuds and wars between mobsters anymore.
It was about him and I.
If the fiery gravity I felt here on the bed was real, more than just mind blowing sex, then I had to get to the truth. That's what they always say sets a person free, right?
Too bad they never tell you it's bipolar, a split revelation with the power to enslave, liberate, or destroy. Much like the firebird branded on Anton's body. I was ready to discover what it would do here, even when every possibility offered death or triumph.
VI: Spellbound (Anton)
I wasn't the only one who'd spent the entire fucking night blowing off steam. Shit, I wasn't sure what the hell I hadn't blown last night with her. Felt like I got hit by a semi when I dragged my ass downstairs the next morning, tasting her sleepy lips one last time before I left. The kiss reminded me the marathon night of fucking must've taken a year off my life, and it was so damned worth it.
Daniel was passed out in a chair by the window, an empty bottle of good vodka at his side. In the master office, Lev's naked ass was pressed against the glass, his big arms wrapped around the slim blonde I'd seen taking care of shit around the house.
Jesus Christ. None of us had time for this shit. Party time was over with planning to do.
When I ripped open the door, the girl woke his ass screaming. I pretended I wasn't the world's biggest, most thoroughly fucked hypocrite.
