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FIFTEEN

giovanni

T he shirt I gave her to wear isn’t helping at all.

In fact - she looks sexier wearing it, the oversized sleeves and the long fit draped over her slender body make her look small and cute.

She shifts closer to me, her head tilted to the side and her brows knotted. Her lips are lush and beautiful.

“Why not like that?” She whispers, and my heart beats faster.

The shirt slips off her shoulder and instinctively I reach out and slowly pull it back up, my fingers brushing over her warm skin.

She bites her lower lip and her eyes glitter with suggestion.

I can’t answer her question.

I don’t know how to answer it.

I don’t have answers.

My cock stirs and I force myself to drop my hand away.

Zina doesn’t give up though.

She leans closer to me, her naked thigh press against my leg and the lace nightie hardly covering anything at all. My eyes roam up the smooth skin of her leg, drifting to the dark space between her thighs.

“You say I have power now—” She grins, shifting so that she’s kneeling on my bed, her back arched as her ass points away from me. “What other kind of power do I have?” She whispers.

“Zina - “ I warn her as my blood begins to heat, pulsing through my veins like lava.

“Do I have power over you?” She asks with the most innocent sweetness in her voice.

She reaches out and brushes her fingertips over my leg, up towards my groin. My cock throbs, swelling in response.

I push her hand away and stand up, leaving her with a disappointed sour expression.

She huffs and sits on her knees, folding her hands in her lap. “Are you scared of how much you want me?” she asks.

I won’t give her that satisfaction. “Who says I want you, Zina?” I snap.

“I’m not blind.” She muses, moving to spread one leg out in front of herself, then the other, her nightie caught up around her hips - she’s giving me a show.

“By the looks of things it’s you who can’t control yourself around me.” I growl darkly, glaring at her, but unable to look away.

Her eyes drift down my body to the rock hard outline of my cock in my pants. She giggles.

“Mm. Yes. I see that.” She teases me, slowly spreading her legs wider.

She isn’t wearing panties.

My defenses crack and anger surges. I don’t want her to have power over me.

I refuse to give her that.

Zina leans back, pushing her hands against the bed behind herself as she spreads her legs even wider. She’s inviting me to take her. But she’s not going to get things the way she wants them.

In a flash I grab her ankle and tie her harshly down the bed, she falls onto her back and I’m on her in seconds, kicking her legs apart and grabbing her throat. I press my weight into her, choking the air from her as I grind my cock against her pussy.

She gags and gasps, her eyes watering as pleasure spikes through me.

Zina digs her nails into my back and my eyes are on her lips, parted, gasping for air.

I release my grip slightly and she sucks in a desperate breath. Before she can say anything I lock my mouth over hers and kiss her, pushing my tongue into her, still grinding my cock against her.

She moans into my mouth, a plea, begging me to take her.

I pull back, my mouth hovering over hers as I whisper a warning my voice dark with need.

“You might have power, sweetheart, but it’s nothing in comparison to mine. Don’t test me.”

My eyes lock with hers and to my surprise I see the most intense desire I’ve ever seen in my life. My violence has turned her on in ways I didn’t know where possible. I thought she’d turn away from me, be scared of me after today - but she only wants me more.

In shock I push away from her.

What am I doing?

I turn my back on the bed where she’s reaching up to touch her throat and taking deep breaths of air.

She looks so fucking vulnerable and beautiful.

I hear Zina moving over the bed, standing, pulling her clothes straight.

When I glance at her she looks bewildered, surprised by what just happened.

“I’m sorry.” I mutter, angry.

Her brows knot together.

“What?” She stammers. “Why?”

I shake my head.

I’m sorry that I’m feeding whatever attraction I have towards her. It’s dangerous and wrong. But instead of saying that I turn to walk out of my bedroom. I need air.

“No.” Zina gasps, running after me.

She grabs my wrist and tries to stop me.

“Don’t. Gio - don’t go.” She whimpers.

I’m fighting for control and she’s not making it any easier. Can’t she see that I don’t want this. That I don’t want her. That it hurts me to want her.

Can’t she see the turmoil she causes me.

“Gio,” She pleads.

Anger surges inside me and I spin around and grab her around the waist. I lift her off her feet and storm towards the bed, throwing her down into it. She lets out a sharp scream and I growl. “Shut up or I’ll make you shut up.”

Her eyes are wide in shock, her mouth gaping open as she takes in a sharp breath.

I kick my pants off, grab her thighs I push them apart as I climb onto the bed.

“You want my cock?” I snarl.

She nods, still in shock.

I fold her legs over her chest, her ankles above her head, lifting her pussy folding her up in a way that barely lets her move at all.

I rub my cock over her pussy, glistening wet and spread open for me.

This is just sex. Nothing else.

She is just an outlet for my frustration. She is nothing to me.

I have to do this to teach her, this is her place. She has to learn that I am the one in charge. I am the one in control.

But as soon as I push my cock into her, sliding deeper, inch by inch - the lies I tell myself fade away.

She means everything to me.

Zina gasps beneath me, her fingers digging into the blankets as I slide out and thrust into her again. Her pussy throbs around me, her muscles twitching as she adjusts to my size.

I let go of one of her legs, holding the other above her. She drops her leg, spreading herself wider for me. Her beautiful face is strained with pleasure, her lips swollen and pink. I push her free leg between mine, kneeling over her, moving myself so that I can push deeper into her. I lean down and grab her jaw, pulling her lips onto mine as I plunge my cock into her, again and again, filling her up, invading her body and claiming her as mine.

I own her. I have made it clear to my allies and my enemies. And now I’ll make it clear to her as well.

I roll onto my back, dragging her with me so that she’s sitting on top of me.

Lifting her with ease I begin to lift her up and down on my cock. I use her, rubbing her pussy over my cock as though she is nothing but a toy to be used and abused in whatever way I need.

It makes me hot with desire to see her so willing to please me, and so helpless to defend herself if I were to push this further.

A dark thought slips into my mind and I grin.

Her eyes widen when she sees my face.

“You think you have power, little firefly?” I growl.

“Gio - wait - what - “ I throw her off me and onto her stomach. I shove her face into the blankets and kneel over her ass.

With one hand hard against her back so she can’t escape me, I grab my cock and push it into her ass.

She screams against the blankets, the sound muffled in the soft folds of the bed.

I push deeper. Moving slowly. She’s so tight on my cock it hurts with pleasure.

She’s crying, her fingers digging to the blankets.

“Beg me stop.” I demand, thrusting forward.

“No.” She sobs.

I push deeper. Her body is rigid, and it’s the most incredible fucking feeling. Her pain, her unwillingness to give in.

I lay my body over hers, my cock buried in her ass and her tense beneath me. She’s twitching and I can feel every little spasm.

I slowly pull out and slowly slide in again.

She gasps, this time in relief, the pain mixing with the pleasure.

She arches her ass up towards me.

“Mm.” I growl against her ear, sliding my hand around her throat. “You’ll give me anything I want.”

She nods weakly, lifting her head, tilting it back as I pull her face towards my lips. I kiss her, moving my cock faster, rocking back and forth, she moans against my mouth.

I watch her slip her hand down the front of her body, between her legs to rub herself while I fuck her ass.

It drives me fucking crazy.

She spreads her legs and rubs her fingers over her clit, faster and faster, her moans getting loader.

I can’t hold back.

My cock is so hard inside her ass I’m going to explode any second.

I slip my hand between her legs as well and push my fingers inside her pussy. I fuck her with my cock and with my fingers while she plays with herself.

When her orgasm hits her every single muscle in her body goes tight as she spasms. Wave after wave she convulses beneath me and I thrust deep into her one more time before I explode inside her.

Zina is exhausted when I roll off her, lifting her so that I can pull the blankets over both of us. She snuggles against me, her back curls into my chest perfectly and I slip my arm around her waist.

I nuzzle my face into the curve of her neck.

“Goodnight, little firefly.” I whisper, kissing her warm skin.

She mumbles sleepily and her body relaxes, sleep stealing her away quickly.

I’m exhausted as well, but my head is busy.

I lost control to her again.

And I can no longer deny what I feel for her.

This is so much more than a physical connection - and this is a very dangerous position for me to be in.

How can I allow myself to become emotionally involved with someone I don’t fully trust?

I have more questions about her than answers.

I don’t know what she’s up to, or who she’s allied with. I don’t know anything about her other than what she’s shown me. A carefully constructed mask of what she allows me to see.

She could be anyone - she could be plotting anything.

I close my eyes and try to push the worry aside.

Her scent is on my pillow and on my skin.

When sleep finds me I dream of her, her dark eyes are touched with mystery and I can’t understand her words.