Page 27 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Taylor

I t surprises me that violence turns me on. When Giorgio battered the beast in the ring, I was almost panting with lust for him. When he severed Oscar’s hand, I almost swooned, and as I carved the warning into Oscar’s face, I only had one destination in mind.

I lead Giorgio to my bedroom. The one Matteo gifted me on the first night here. The one I have no use of anymore because I stay with Matteo now—until Giorgio.

Taking him to my room means this is my decision. On my terms. I am in control, and I like it.

I make my own choices, not the ones others decide for me, and as we enter the soft, inviting space, I make short work of ditching my clothes.

His low hiss causes me to face him and say huskily, “You are still dressed. Why?”

He holds my gaze as he unfastens his pants, edging them down, revealing underwear doesn’t figure much in his wardrobe choices.

My eyes focus on the hard length of his cock, not as large as Matteo’s but still pretty impressive.

He holds my gaze with his, and I shiver at the sight of the dried blood caked on his skin, loving how it signifies his power, his violence, his craft.

I love how dirty this is, wrong even, and as I advance toward him, I whisper, “Make it hurt.”

His eyes widen as he understands my meaning. I can’t explain it to myself, but he appears to understand, judging from the small light of understanding in his eyes.

He says nothing and reaches out, gripping my neck hard, forcing me back against the wall, heavy-handed and unforgiving. He holds me there, suspended from the ground, naked and needy as my entire body pulsates for him.

His thumb brushes against my aching clit, causing me to groan, a strangled sound that proves he has all the control.

He wastes no time and pushes three fingers in hard and deep, curling them inside me as he rubs my clit with his thumb. His wicked eyes stare into mine, hard and unyielding, and my body shakes as he fucks me with his hand while holding me captive.

My mind blurs and my breathing shortens as I fight so many sensations at once.

I almost lose consciousness as they battle inside me, and then he drops me with no warning, my body landing with a thump on the ground.

I don’t have time to process it before he flips me on my back and grasps my ankles, dragging me across the floor to where his pants lie in a crumpled heap.

He grasps the belt and flips me around, securing my hands behind my back, the leather biting the delicate wrists.

Then he forces me onto all fours, my ass an offering to him, and he positions his cock at my pussy and grasps my hair.

“Ready for this, angel?”

He whispers in my ear before clamping his hand over my mouth and pushes in hard and with force.

I scream into his hand as he fucks me roughly, without care, his hands pulling on my hair, causing me pain.

He is relentless as he punishes me for ever believing I can control him and as he demonstrates who really calls the shots around here, I hate that I’m loving every minute of it.

He rides me like a cowboy who is definitely not on his first rodeo, his experience reminding me what a fool I am for believing I could control this man.

His cock punishes me by tearing me up inside, and he hisses in my ear, “Is this what you want, angel? Do you want me to ruin you?”

Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and splash onto his hand, which is still clamped hard against my mouth. I can’t move; he is too strong, and as he rams into me hard, his thumb brushing against my clit, he growls, “Come for me, angel. Give me that sweet honey.”

His words explode my mind as my body shatters into pieces, tumbling down over his cock, as he drives through my orgasm. It’s violent, immediate and cleansing, and all the pent-up frustration, sexual tension and desire is unleashed on a waterfall of ruined sin.

He comes inside me with the ferocity of the beast he is, roaring my name, fucking his orgasm into me with a dominant brutality. He removes his hand from my mouth and wraps it around my neck as he pumps harder, squeezing softly, causing my breath to suspend on the wave of another orgasm.

It hits me as unexpectedly as a tornado at night. Spiraling my world into madness as I cling onto life. I don’t know where we are or what brought me here at all, but I’m smashing my respectability into shards of decadent madness as I allow myself to be ruined by this man.

I am out of control, caught up in chaos, unsure where I will end up, and as my orgasm fades, he turns his attention elsewhere.

This time he spins me around, holding my bound wrists in one hand, his other hand scratching a path down my entire body as he stares into my eyes. “Do you want more, angel?”

I nod, biting my lip, unsure what the hell I have unleashed, and he grasps the blade from his pocket. The black handle of the knife rests in his hand, and his eyes are dark, crazy and demonic as he hisses, “You love the danger, the depravity and the ruin. Say it.”

“I–” My breath hitches as he spins the knife until the blade is held in his hand, the blood dripping onto my breasts—his blood.

“Say it.” He growls as he holds the tip of the blade to my throat, and I gasp. “I love it.”

His evil leer causes my body to ignite, the flame burning brightly as he lowers the handle and holds it flush against my pussy.

“I want to hear you scream, little butterfly. Beg for this to end, for me to save you.”

With one strong move, he plunges the handle of the knife deep inside me, and I scream as it tears through my body, a hard, unyielding object I never expected to experience.

“Please.” My voice is weak, conquered and beaten as he fucks me with the knife, his eyes blazing with madness. He is relentlessly punishing me for ever having considered I am his equal. For stepping inside the crazy world he inhabits, believing I am a match for him.

The danger turns me on when it should repel and as he fucks me hard, smearing his cum on every corner of my pussy with the butt of the knife, I climb that mountain and prepare to jump, desperate to escape an onslaught I never imagined in my wildest dreams. His eyes burn into mine as I come harder than I ever thought possible.

Falling into the madness of his world as he owns my soul.

I scream, his smile of delight dancing in my shame as I give myself to him completely, knowing how morally wrong this is.

My orgasm shakes me to the core, my vision blurring, my senses deserting me as a sensation so powerful replaces everything I thought was mine.

He has reached inside me and turned me inside out, and as I black out, the last thing I see is the madness gleaming in his deranged, decadently cruel, demonic eyes.

My entire body aches, inside and out. My head thumps as hard as my heart, and my vision is the last thing to wake up.

I make to move, but I can’t, and as my senses come back to me one by one, I’m aware it’s dark all around me.

I attempt to sit, but my legs won’t move.

I test my arms, and they won’t either, and then a voice emerges from the shadows of my nightmares as he whispers huskily, “Be careful what you wish for, angel. “

“Giorgio?”

My voice is weak, unlike me and he shifts into the light, leaning forward, his arms on his knees as he stares at me with a sardonic smile.

“You slept for two hours.”

“Passed out, you mean.”

His low chuckle somehow drags a smile onto my face.

“Why am I tied up?”

“Because I like seeing you like that.”

He shifts and moves to the edge of the bed, staring down at me, the blood still scarring his skin.

“You never showered.”

My words are said with a smile, and he leans closer, whispering, “This is just the beginning, angel. Why would I shower yet?”

A shiver of anticipation passes through me as I gaze into the madness.

“What next?”

He drags his finger across my breast and pinches the nipple hard .

“You tell me, angel.”

His lips fasten on my nipple, and he bites down softly, causing me to groan.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.” My body wakes up to more pleasure than it can stand as he sits astride me, gazing into my eyes with a disturbing smile.

“Matteo?” My mind wakes up to the fact there’s another man in my life who, for some reason, Giorgio made me forget existed for a second.

“What about him?” He says as an aside. “He will never satisfy the demon inside you, Taylor.”

“And I suppose you can.”

“ Only I can.”

He speaks with a confidence that makes me smile, and I gasp, “You’re probably right about that.”

His touch is sending bolts of electricity through my entire body, shocking it into life, commanding my attention.

“Matteo gives you reassurance, comfort and pleasure. He nurtures, protects and offers sweet loving. I offer none of the above.”

His lips grasp mine and he bites down hard, my blood dripping into my mouth as he whispers against the broken skin, “I purge, destroy and corrupt. I am your conscience, the brutality hidden within your soul, and I unleash the darker side of you as we play in your downfall. I am the part of you that you fear the most and will drag out your demons and set them on fire with no respect for your humanity. Can you cope with that, angel, or do you fear the crazy?”

“I want the madness, Giorgio, but tell me, what are you hiding from me? All of you are hiding something, and if I understand what that is, I may be able to help.”

His eyes burn with a fury that warns me never to speak to him again, and yet there is deep pain rooted there that catches my breath.

“I am hiding the horrors of hell from you, angel, and for your sanity, I will not drag you there with me. None of us will, but if you are still curious, the only man who has the right to tell you is Tommaso, and just so you know, it will be a dark day in hell before he ever revisits that part of his soul.”

He shakes his head as if to shake a memory and then, without warning, plunges his cock hard inside my wet heat, causing me to scream as he rips my next sentence to shreds.

I am powerless against him, trussed up and contained as he rips through my body like a cyclone destroying everything in its path. Ruining me, claiming me, owning me.