Page 21 of Cursebound
He nips at the peak, not hard enough to break the skin, though I wouldn’t care if he did. He can do whatever he likes with me if it makes me feel like this.
His head comes away from my breast, and he wraps his hand around my throat. The look on his face—pure predator—should terrify me. I should be afraid—but I’m not. I am a needy little slut who really wants this man to fuck her to hell and back.
“I need both my hands to use on you,” he says, voice graveled with need. “If I let go, will you stay still? Or do I need to tie you up?” As he says the words, he grinds into my groin and stays there, buried as deep into me as he can be while I’m still wearing clothes.
The image of being bound and at his mercy sends a flood of moisture to my core, and he smiles darkly, knowing exactly how my body is reacting to his words and actions.
“Ah. You like that idea, huh? Little miss tough and sassy gets wet at the thought of some bondage, does she? You want me to tie you up, Rosa? Let you hang from a hook while I fuck you? While I spank you? You want to be helpless while I slide my cock inside your ass? You want to scream for me—you want to feel the pleasure and the pain?”
He puts his mouth right by my ear and whispers, “You want me to bite you, bella?”
Lord help me, I do. I want all of that and more. I am in deep trouble, and I have zero interest in getting out of it. I never knew trouble could feel this good.
“Another time. When we have some toys and more space, I’ll make you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop. For now, I’m setting you free—leave the arms right where they are. I want to see you spread out for me. I want to get my fingers wet. You move, I stop. Understand?”
I nod, and he lets go of my wrists. They’re sore, and my instinct is to rub them, but I remember what he said. I move, he stops.
He sits up, straddling me, and fixes me with a questioning look. When he sees that I stay still—apart from the tremors—he nods. “Good girl.”
In any other circumstance, I’d likely slap someone who called me that, but when the words slip from his mouth, the walls of my core flutter.
“A good girl and a bad man…” he murmurs, pulling my bra away from me so my chest is completely exposed. He runs his eyes over my breasts and sighs, slides his hands up my sides toward them, then cups each one in a strong hand as he hovers above me. He gives each nipple a pinch, a slow twisting torture that should hurt but doesn’t. Or maybe it does and I like it. I’m so confused, and I have no clue what is going on in my body. I only know that I love this, even if that means I might wake up with a self-worth problem.
“You’re thinking too much, Rosa.” He leans down to kiss my neck again. My god. The touch of those lips is unbelievable, and I twist my head to one side so he can have better access to more of me. He grazes his fangs against my skin, and I feel a sharp scratch. Only a scratch—and it’s not enough. I want to feel more of him; I want him to sink into me in every way possible. I thrust my hips, desperate for release, needing to come.
He raises himself up so he’s straddling my thighs, and the heat starts to fade as soon as the steady pressure of his cock is taken away from me. “I told you, bella—if you move, I stop.”
“I’m sorry!” I cry, my voice so ragged I don’t recognize it. “I couldn’t help it. Please, please… Don’t stop.”
“Use my name, Rosa. I want you to acknowledge exactly who you’re so desperate for right now.”
I gaze up at him. The solid bulk of his torso. The silver outline of the tattooed dragon. His enormous dick glistening with drops of pre-cum, thick and heavy and ready to rock my world.
“Luca,” I murmur breathlessly. “Luca da Firenze—please, don’t stop!”
He grins, his fangs flashing white, and he presses the heel of his palm to my groin. The pressure is mind-blowing, and I rub myself against him, trying to take what I need, incapable of staying still no matter what I’ve been told to do.
“Poor thing.” He grinds his hand into me, and my clit throbs beneath his touch. “You’re so close aren’t you? So wet…”
He moves his hand away, and actual tears sting the back of my eyes. Before I can growl my frustration, his hands are at the waistband of my yoga pants. He drags them down my hips and pulls them from my body, taking my panties with them. His eyes devour my pussy and he hisses, his expression dark. Scary. Irresistible.
“Spread your legs for me, little Seer. Let me look at you. Let me look at what’s mine.”
My trembling legs move apart, and he runs his hands up the insides of my thighs, kneading and stroking, driving me wild with need. I didn’t know legs could be erogenous zones. Hell, I didn’t know anything at all about sex if the way I feel now is any indication. Everything I’ve experienced before is forgotten in this sea of pleasure.
He uses his pointer finger on me, slowly trailing it along my needy flesh, probing and playing and eventually pulling my pussy lips apart. I am exposed and vulnerable and at the mercy of a man who I suspect doesn’t know the meaning of the word. And as he works that one long finger inside me, all I can do is shake with desire.
One finger—that’s all it takes for me to be lost. One finger thrusting deep inside me, his thumb circling the nub of my clit, building the exquisite pressure.
“You want more?” he asks as I liquefy beneath him.
I nod, having spent so long on the brink of orgasm that I’ve lost the power of speech.
He pushes another finger inside me, and I hear the slick sound of my own body as he does it. He pauses long enough for me to adjust, then adds a third. I am full of him, but I could be fuller—I want to be fuller. “More,” I mutter, my teeth chattering as I grind out the word.
“Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” He shakes his head. “But no—this is all you get for now. It’s all you need. I’m going to make you come. I’m going to make you scream. And when you open your eyes and see you’re not here with me, I want you to remember this—my fingers fucking your sweet little cunt. I want you to come here, to this room, and I want to make you scream all night long. Promise me, Rosa—promise me you’ll come to me. We need to talk. We need to fuck. We need each other.”
Thrashing my head up and down, I murmur my agreement and grip the sheets above my head as he responds by slamming in and out of me with his hand. Those long fingers hit a sweet spot inside me that I didn’t know existed. He keeps up the perfect pressure on my clit with his thumb and lets out a low, guttural growl as my walls clamp around his fingers.