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 *, 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 * 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.