Page 5 of Control (Dark Syndicate #1)

The soft sigh she gives is inviting, but tonight, I don’t want to be soft. I focus on her mouth—the one that would soon be wrapped around my dick—and pull her close. “Well, you’ll just have to disobey me to find out, won’t you?”

I move in, pressing my lips against hers in a rough kiss and claiming her mouth the way I need to. She melts into me, her body soft and pliant as I deepen the kiss. Our tongues move together in a fast, messy rhythm, and when I pull away, I can still taste her—the sweet tang of wine and honey.

“Touch yourself,” I instruct, my voice hoarse.

She doesn’t hesitate, her fingers finding their way to her nipples, teasing them as she watches me. The way she touches herself for me, the need in her eyes…it’s intoxicating.

“I want this so badly,” she murmurs, her breath catching as she plays with herself.

“I bet it’s exciting, not knowing what’s coming next.”

Her head falls back with her mouth slightly open, and I can see she’s on the edge. The way she’s acting, desperate for more, makes something raw twist inside me.

“You’re putting on quite a show, huh?” I tease, watching her closely.

Before she can respond, I push her roughly against the wall. She yelps but keeps her body poised and ready for me. When I claim her mouth in a wild kiss, she goes limp against me, melting as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Our kiss is rough and fast, and when I pull away, I lick my lower lip.

“Touch both your nipples.”

She moans in response.

“Pinch them. Squeeze them hard. Oh, yeah…you’re fucking perfect.”

Her eyes glaze over as she stares at me, but she nods again, her lips moving without words.

“Look at my dick. Look how hard I already am. Put your hand around it. You feel that? You feel it pulsing in your hands, huh?”

“Oh, fuck, baby…I—I…”

“No, keep playing with your tits, silly girl. I didn’t tell you to stop. Oh…there you go, just like that. Pull on it hard. I know you like that. I know you like it rough.”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Then be rough.”

She doesn’t stop touching her tits but begins to twirl faster, desperately trying to relieve the gnawing ache between her legs.

I’ve been there before. Watching Daniela in her little apartment has left me on edge, and whether I like it or not, I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to pound my dick into her sweet, tightpussy.

For now, I keep my focus on this woman. “You’re so damn hot. I have to touch myself.”

“Touch me too,” she whispers, a plea glimmering in her eyes. “I need to feel your hands on me, please.”

I shake my head sternly, seizing both of her wrists and pulling her hands above her head. “Tonight isn’t about you, silly. It doesn’t matter what you want, got that? You take what you’re offered.”

“Yes…yes, sir.” Her shiver makes her feel like a delicate, beautiful bird in my arms. “I’m so wet for you…”

“I’m sure you are.” I spin her around, pressing her face hard against the wall. She cries out, panic in her voice, and tries to push away from my grip, but I hold her steady.

“Please…wait!” she yelps.

I want to claim and possess everything about Daniela. I want her, and I can’t shake the craving. But she isn’t here right now.

I deliver a sharp slap to the woman’s bare backside, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh…”

“You want me to fuck you? Nah, you’re going to have to prove to me that you deserve it.”

“How? Tell me, please.”

I trap her between my rock-hard cock and the wall, leaving her no room to escape.

With a swift movement, I kick her feet apart and push a finger deep inside her without warning.

She cries out for a second before wiggling her hips against my finger.

I press my body against hers, bruising her soft flesh against the edge of my bedroom wall, marking her as mine.

“Touch your clit. No, not too fast. Yeah, just like that.”

She moans loudly. When I push in two fingers from behind, she abandons her clit and plants her hands on the wall for support. “You like that? You like the way I finger your pussy?”

“Yes…” she whispers.

“You’re so warm and tight. Look at me. No, look at me.”

I turn her around and stare down at the red bruises blooming on her stomach. My cock tightens at the sight. The pain I inflict on her intertwines with the pleasure, and the more time I spend with her, the more I think about Daniela and how much I want to spill myself inside her pouty mouth.

“You’re my fucking little plaything,” I tell the woman instead. “And I want you to say it.”

“What?”

“Are you going to be good, or am I going to have to make you say those exact words?”

She doesn’t hesitate this time, her voice sweet as she repeats the words.

I enjoy sex and the thrill of it all, but most of all, I relish being dominant.

I like to be in control. This is my world, but I’ve learned that with women like her, I have to include them in their own degradation.

Otherwise, it’s not going to be much fun.

I push her down onto the edge of the bed and begin to remove my belt. “Open your legs for me.”

She hesitates, opening them just an inch while propping herself on her elbow to look up at me.

“I said, open your fucking legs for me and take my cock.”

This time, she parts them wide as I slip between her thighs and pull my throbbing cock out of my pants.

Then, I thrust deep inside her forcefully, not minding her soft cries.

She wants this. We both do. I pump in and out slowly at first, but soon enough, I pick up the pace.

In my mind’s eye, I can see Daniela and feel her wet, tight pussy inviting me to fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.

I smack the brunette’s tits hard. The first time surprises both of us, eliciting a little giggle, but the second and third hits land with more force. I relish the sound of my hand connecting with her skin, and by the time I stop, her tits are flushed and red.

“You deserve a little pain, love.”

“Please…”

I use my fingers to peel her folds apart as I thrust deeply inside her. I don’t slow down, driving into her fiercely, consumed by the need for someone I shouldn’t want but desperately do. “No, don’t close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come.”

It’s a command, not a request. I want to see the way her face contorts with pleasure. I want to hear her gasp my name.

“Yes, sir…oh God, fuck…please…”

I wrap a hand around her throat, moving in and out of her with my mouth slightly parted, growling down at her.

My thrusts are rough, and my grip is tight, but I don’t stop.

Not when it feels this good. Just as I sense her building climax, I pull out and yank her roughly onto her knees.

“Suck me. Yeah, go on, take my cock in your mouth. Fuck, good girl. Go deeper, faster…that’s right, suck the sweetness off of me. ”

She takes me deep, gagging as I push her further. I grip her hair, holding her in place as I release my load into her mouth and all over it. “That’s good.”

When I’m done, I pull away, button my pants, and head to the bar for another drink. She stays kneeling on the bed, breathless, like she’s trying to figure out what just happened.

“What, are you waiting for a hug? Get out.”

She scrambles to her feet and yanks her shirt on with the buttons all messed up. I walk over to the door and call for one of the guards. “Take her home. I don’t want to see her again.”

That’s how things go with me. It never changes.

The rest of the night is a blur—phone calls, meetings, all the crap that doesn’t matter.

Before I know it, I’m back in my office with my mind still stuck on her.

Even though she’s miles away, I can feel her presence like it’s still here, like it’s pressing on me.

I should be thinking about the rat in the crew or the other factions trying to make a move.

But all I can focus on is why she’s still in my head.

I leave the blinds open, looking out over the city below. I think about the people I’ve buried—faces that stopped meaning anything a long time ago. The men who thought they could mess with me but ended up learning the hard way. You don’t cross Remo Callegari and walk away.

But then I think of her.

And for the first time in forever, I don’t feel like I have control.