Page 91 of Pawn

I glare up at him, my breath coming fast. “I don’t want to stand a chance.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, the kiss bruising, possessive. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me, and I melt into it, my body arching up to press against his. He pulls back just enough to trail his lips down my jaw, my throat, before capturing one of my nipples between his teeth. I cry out, the sharp pleasure-pain sending a jolt straight to my core.

His free hand slides down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, the dip of my hip, before slipping between my thighs. I’m already wet, dripping for him, and he groans against my skin when he feels it.

“So fucking ready for me,” he murmurs, his fingers parting my folds, circling my clit with maddening slowness.

I whimper, my hips bucking against his touch. “Guido—”

“Beg me,” he taunts, his fingers stilling. “Beg me to fuck you.”

I clench my jaw, my defiance flaring even as my body betrays me. “No way.”

He smirks, his fingers moving again, this time sliding lower, teasing my entrance. “You sure about that?”

I bite my lip, my breath hitching as he pushes a finger inside me, slow and deep. “I will never beg.”

“We’ll see,” he murmurs, adding a second finger, stretching me, his thumb pressing against my clit.

Pleasure coils tight in my stomach as my body trembles beneath him. He works me with his fingers, his mouth returning to my breasts, his teeth and tongue driving me wild. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure almost unbearable, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg.

Instead, I twist beneath him, using my legs to lever myself up, flipping us so that he’s on his back and I’m straddling him. His eyes widen in surprise, but there’s a grin there, too—he likes this, the fight, the challenge.

“My turn,” I say, my hands sliding up his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his skin.

I lean down, capturing his mouth in another searing kiss, my hips grinding against the hard length of his cock still trapped in his pants. He groans into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“Fuck, Liana,” he gasps, pulling back. “You’re killing me.”

I smile, my fingers working at his belt, then the button of his pants. I free his cock, the thick, heavy length springing free, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my hand around him, stroking him slowly, my thumb swiping over the sensitive head.

His breath hitches, his hips bucking up into my touch. “Enough,” he growls, suddenly flipping me back onto my back, his body covering mine again. His cock presses against my entrance, hot and demanding.

“Wait,” I breathe, but it’s half-hearted, my body already arching up to meet his.

He doesn’t listen. With a growl, he slams into me, filling me in one deep, claiming thrust. I cry out, my back arching off the bed, my nails raking down his back. He’s so big, stretching me, the sensation almost overwhelming.

“I knew you’d love it,” he growls against my ear, pulling back before slamming into me again.

Pleasure explodes through me, my body trembling beneath his. “Fuck—Guido—”

“Don’t you see how you make me lose control?” he snarls, his hips pistoning, each thrust deeper, harder than the last. “I can’t be without you, Liana. You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

His words send a thrill through me, my pussy clenching around him, my body melting into his. “You belong to me,” he whispers, his lips against my throat.

I can’t argue. Not when he’s filling me like this, not when every nerve in my body is singing with pleasure. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. His cock hits that spot inside me, the one that makes my vision blur, and I moan, my head tilting back, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze as he drives into me again and again. Tension coils through my body, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and he knows it. His hand slips between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure.

“Guido—” His name is a prayer on my lips, my body trembling, my pussy pulsing around his cock.

“Come for me, Liana,” he growls. “Now.”

And I do. My orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of blissful release. My body goes rigid, my legs shaking, my nails digging into his skin as I cry out his name. He doesn’t stop, his hips snapping against mine, drawing out my pleasure until I’m boneless beneath him, my body spent and trembling.

But he’s not done. He pulls out, his cock glistening with my arousal, and before I can protest, he’s flipping me onto my stomach, dragging me up onto my knees. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in as he positions himself behind me.