Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I need to calm down, but I can’t. I return to the bed, grab her thick, tempting thigh, and kiss her again. She gasps and kisses me back, and then my lust takes over. Or maybe it’s more than lust. My primal need for control.
“You should’ve come to me right away,” I tell her.
“I’m sorry.”
“And you didn’t think I did it?”
“No. But I was confused. I’ve never seen a police report before.” When I squeeze her leg harder, she places her hand on my chest. “How can I make it up to you?”
"Don't ask me that now," I snarl. "Not when my blood is boiling. Not when the Don is threatening to shatter my civilized veneer and transform me into a primal beast. Not now, piccola pittrice, when I need to possess you. To dominate you. To prove that you belong to someone— not the Bratva, and certainly not Adrian. You belong to me."
"I'll do anything," she whispers.
"Don't say that," I groan, my manhood throbbing despite the emotional gravity of the situation.
"Don't you need to punish me?" she murmurs.
This is profoundly disturbing, but her words snap something inside me. Rising from the bed, I gesture toward the floor.
"On your knees, Vignette. Now."
She sinks to her knees, looking breathtakingly beautiful as she gazes up at me. Eagerness illuminates her expression, as if she wants to make amends.
I should hold her, console her, and treat her with tenderness. But the Don's darkness within me roars for possession. She's mine. I'm more convinced of that now that another has dared to touch her.
But I need to prove it.
I pull down my shorts and underwear, my cock springing free, the tip already glistening with precome. She whimpers, catching her lower lip between her teeth.
"Put your hands behind your back," I growl, part of me recognizing this is a shade of darkness even my perfect painter couldn't capture on canvas. But another part, the savage Don within me, couldn't care less.
When she complies, placing her hands behind her back, my cock throbs violently.
I grip my base and guide myself to her mouth. She kisses the tip. "What do you want me to do?"
"Open your mouth for your Don. For the man who owns you—the only man who has the right to touch you."
She parts her lips. I guide myself inside, groaning when I feel the slick warmth of her tongue. The most intoxicating aspect is how she looks at me. She moans as I slide in and out, cradling her head in my hands, shifting my hips, claiming her mouth.
When she begins to match my rhythm, moving her mouth in perfect synchrony with my thrusts, I feel my release building. During our lovemaking, I restrained myself because I craved feeling her climax around me. I needed to experience her body trembling for me alone.
But this is about something else. Possession.
"I need to... own you because... no one else can," I groan, her mouth making wet sounds as I quicken my pace. She moans, nodding, encouraging me. "Just me. Only me. Just—"
I groan as heat surges through me. Her eyes widen when I explode against the back of her throat. Watching her swallow, I nearly keep going, let my dick harden again and claim her beautiful mouth all night long.
Instead, I seize the moment of clarity and step back. "I didn't plan that."
She rises, wiping her mouth. "Don't apologize. Don't explain. I wanted that as badly as you. I wanted you to punish me— to own me. I can't believe I let that bastard poison my mind."
"Don't blame yourself. You've endured far more than anyone should ever have to."
"Do you forgive me?" she asks, a tentative smile touching her lips. "I mean—you punished me."
Somehow, I manage a smirk. "Does it count as punishment if you enjoyed it?"
"Who said I enjoyed it?"
I pull her into my arms. "Your moans gave you away..."
She wraps her arms around me, clutching my back tightly, digging her fingernails into my skin. "Perhaps we're both equally unhinged. If you'd told me earlier this evening that we would... do that, I wouldn't have believed you. But I desperately wanted to make amends."
"You've suffered tremendously, Sienna," I say. "You believed something reprehensible about me... but don't worry, you've atoned."
When she looks up at me, it's miraculous. Somehow, a playful glint illuminates her eyes despite everything that's happened. "It hardly felt like atonement. If anything, it's left me more confused."
"How?"
"Being with you has been a rollercoaster from the beginning. I know, right? Cliché. Nauseating. But it's the truth. Tonight, though, it's been the wildest ride yet. Everything has become so complicated. Before you, I never imagined it possible to have my heart shattered and my world transformed in the same night."
"If I recall correctly, it was my world that was transformed..."
"I enjoyed it too," she confesses softly. "When you were looking down at me, I felt powerful. Like, I was your obsession. It felt exhilarating."