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SAbrINA

T here’s something wrong with my brain. All the parts that functioned have been replaced with dreamy mush, eclipsing every shred of concentration.

Here I am, sitting at the kitchen table and staring blankly at my open laptop, unable to scrounge up any interest in playing a single round of Zombie Feuds.

My fading attention span might be the result of soul shattering orgasms with a real live man. Though I still hold sentimental affection for my silicone playthings, no dildo can compete with Monte’s tongue. Or his hands. And I’m completely obsessed with his dick.

It’s true that we haven’t really had sex yet. It’s also true that we’ve explored a variety of other creative ways to get each other off.

But I want more. I want to see his face when he comes. I want to feel him inside me.

More than anything, I want to get over the last of my nervous mental hurdles, switch the lights on and beg him to fuck me for real.

With all this running through my mind, there’s no mystery why I cannot focus on eliminating twitchy zombies onscreen.

A flash of bright blue on the other side of the kitchen window catches my eye. My heart skips at the sight of Monte’s car pulling up to the curb.

An hour ago, he left to visit Bright Hearts Ranch. Luca had some paperwork for his brother to look at and Monte offered to run it over there. Apparently, Cale Connelly is quite the local real estate titan. He owns a lot of property already and now he’s buying a piece of land at the edge of town to stop it from being acquired by condo developers.

Monte climbs out of the Impala and stops midway up the front walk to take a long look at the sky. There’s a light rain falling and I could swear he’s daring the weather itself as he stands there getting soaked.

A solid minute passes before he’s had enough and proceeds to the house. He shakes the water out of his short black hair along the way. His dark grey t-shirt sticks to his muscles. He’s indescribably handsome.

And he’s mine!

Seriously, if I was some other girl, I’d be extremely jealous of me these days.

The door is unlocked and Monte walks right in. He breaks into an instant smile at the sight of me sitting in a chair at the kitchen table and swinging my bare feet.

“Hey, cupcake.”

I quit swinging my short legs. My stomach turns three cartwheels. “You’re back.”

Stunning. What a brilliant declaration of the obvious.

Monte pulls his wet shirt off and rubs his damp hair with it. “Where is everyone?”

My eyes are fastened to the sight of his bare chest. I hope there’s no projectile drool dripping from my chin as I gather my wits and clear my throat.

“Janie had a doctor’s appointment. My mother wanted to go with them since she’s leaving the day after tomorrow. Vittorio is sending his plane for her. My horrid aunt is faking another gout attack and keeps begging my mother to return.”

He quits drying his hair with his shirt and throws it over one shoulder. “If I’d known that you were all alone, I would have rushed back sooner to keep you company.”

“They only left ten minutes ago.”

Now I’m staring at his big hands. His fingers curl around the back of a kitchen chair. He’s wearing his wedding ring. He sleeps with it on.

“You can sit down,” I tell him.

“I don’t know about that,” he says.

“Why?”

He smirks, pleased that I’ve taken the bait. “Because the only chair I want to sit on is yours, Brina.”

Another cartwheel in my belly. A flock of butterflies arrives as well.

I shouldn’t be nervous. We’ve been alone together plenty. But whenever we fool around it’s always been under the cover of darkness, and always with the knowledge that there are other people in the house.

We’re completely alone now, in the light of day, with no one around to hear whatever we do next.

I hope he doesn’t notice the way I gulp. The corners of his mouth tilt up. He did notice.

The second I stand, he moves over, drops down into my chair, and pulls me right into his lap. His hand covers my belly, touching the inch of skin exposed between my loose top and my favorite blue and white plaid skirt, found at a vintage thrift shop back in college.

“That’s better.” He pushes my hair out of the way and nuzzles my neck. He repositions his leg until I’m straddling his muscled thigh. “What were you doing?”

Not sure. Can’t remember. The sudden impulse to grind myself shamelessly on his leg has eclipsed all short term memories.

“Just playing a game.”

His thumb rotates in a slow circle right around my belly button. “One of your games?”

“No, just random zombie demolition.”

Monte’s voice vibrates next to my ear. “I want to watch you play one of the games you invented. Show me.”

Talk about living a fantasy I never even knew I had. Sitting in the lap of the world’s sexiest man while he strokes my skin and pleads to see one of my creations is definitely a vibe.

Playing on a laptop is never as satisfying as playing on a high end gaming PC. One thing I’ve missed about the villa is the vast bedroom desk with a multi-screen setup and a tower I built myself. The machine is lightning fast and the graphics are outstanding and the minute I figure out a permanent home situation in New York I’ll be sending for it.

But for now I have my laptop. And I have Monte’s hand cupping between my legs, stroking me.

The first game I ever sold was Dragon Arcade. The graphics are simple and intentionally nostalgic. The early levels are easy. I’m proud to say it holds steady at a four-point-seven-star rating in the app store.

Level One is a piece of cake. I’m in the middle of Level Two when Monte’s hand travels underneath my skirt. His thumb teases the outside of my panties. I lean back into his chest. Then I shift my weight and bear down on his dick, still sealed inside his jeans and begging to be set free.

Monte kisses my neck. “I’m impressed,” he says. “You made all that yourself?”

“Uh huh.” I can barely breathe out the syllables. Multitasking isn’t my biggest strength. Onscreen, I’m busy herding dragons. In reality, I’m doing my best to ride Monte’s hand.

“You’re amazing.” He sucks at the skin on my neck and dips a thick finger into my panties. “But don’t come yet, honey.”

“Why?” I’m whimpering at this point. “I want to.”

“We’ve got another game to play.” He slides one finger in, just enough to drive me even closer to the edge. “Are you ready for that?”

I’m ready for absolutely anything he wants to do to me. “What’s this one called?”

“Just the Tip,” he says, teasing me with his finger and then abruptly taking it away.

The tip of what ?

Does it matter?

Nope, I’ll agree to anything right now as long as I can come at the end.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, eager to abandon Dragon Arcade.

Monte sets me unsteadily on my feet, but only long enough to stand and scoop me up. He’s so strong he can pick me up with one arm. My legs circle his waist and I hold onto his neck. He carries me through the living room and down the hall to the guest room as if I’m the weight of a pillow. This trip is far more pleasant than the time he slung me over his shoulder and sprinted up narrow tenement stairs at warp speed.

We’re kissing by the time we reach the bedroom. Monte Castelli’s kissing technique should be studied. Celebrated. Taught at prestigious institutions for a very high fee. Monte kisses me and I forget which planet I’m on. This is powerful enough to be a weapon of war.

There’s a loud bang when he kicks the door closed. He breaks the kiss and sits me down on the edge of the bed but then backs up a step. He pulls his gold chain over his head and tosses it aside, along with the wet shirt that was balled up in his hand. Monte opens his pants slowly, watching my reaction.

I tell myself there’s no reason to be shy. We’ve spent a lot of time in this room over the past two weeks. We’ve slept in each other’s arms here. We’ve fooled around endlessly and we’ve both enjoyed an assortment of orgasms.

But never like this, with the cloudy grey daylight filtering through the blinds covering the room’s two windows. Odd as it may sound, I have yet to get completely naked with him.

Monte’s eyes remain on me as he removes the rest of his clothes. When he’s down to only his boxers, I know it’s time to quit sitting here and gaping in silence as if I’m watching a play.

I get to my feet, take a breath, and then pull my shirt over my head. Monte’s eyes drop immediately to my breasts. The white satin bra I’m wearing barely contains them and is actually less than comfortable.

He’s still staring. Waiting. His boxers are still on and I can see how hard he is, how much he wants me. This should make me feel less self-conscious. Maybe in another minute it will.

With my fingers unsteady, I undo the two buttons on my skirt. It takes a few tries but then the skirt falls to the floor. I’ve been embarrassed by my hips since puberty. They’re too obvious, too flared. Finding pants that fit right can be a challenge so I stick to skirts.

Monte’s gaze roams hungrily down to my light blue cotton panties. I wish I’d worn black panties. Or red. And this is far from my sexiest bra. Why wasn’t I better prepared?

Can’t be helped now. And Monte doesn’t appear to care about the color of my underwear. All signs point to the fact that he’s plenty interested in what he sees.

But wonder of wonders, my freaking bra is stuck. I fumble to unclasp it with both hands. I’m positive I look less seductive by the second. Watching me undress is probably like watching a slapstick sex comedy. For my next trick, maybe I’ll face plant.

“Come here, baby.” Monte slides one arm around my waist. With his other hand he tips my chin up. He kisses my forehead with gentle reverence. Then he kisses my lips with unrestrained passion.

I’m lost when I feel his tongue. Angst and insecurities melt away. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, not with him.

I can feel his fingers unhooking my bra. He slides the straps from my shoulders and I lower my arms to help it fall. He lifts me up and a second later he lays me down on the bed.

Then he decides to take his time. He stretches out beside me, leaning on one elbow, and he just stares, combing every inch of my body with his penetrating gaze. I’m far from the first naked girl he’s seen so there’s no reason why he should be so captivated but little strands of self-doubt begin to knot together. My arms cross over my chest, flimsy shields that don’t hide much while his smoldering eyes rake my skin.

Monte’s eyebrows pinch with displeasure. “Don’t do that,” he scolds, moving my arms away. “I’ve waited a long time to really look at you. Let me look.”

“Trust me, there’s nothing out of the ordinary.” I’m having trouble squashing the instinct to grab the nearest blanket and cover myself.

Monte’s expression turns downright severe. “There is nothing ordinary about you.” He runs his hands over my thighs and a low moaning sound rumbles in his throat. “Brina, you’re so fucking exquisite it’s unreal. You’re an actual goddess. Be proud of your beauty.”

His hands explore my skin and suddenly stop on my lower right belly. I tend to forget about my surgical scar. It’s hardly visible.

“Appendicitis,” I say. “The day of Luca and Anni’s wedding.”

“I know that.” He starts tugging my panties down. “I’m the one who drove you to the hospital. Remember?”

“I remember,” I whisper.

The smile he flashes has the power to unlock my heavily guarded heart. My panties are gone now. So are his boxers. And holy hell, is he packing.

I mean, I already knew Monte was big. Obviously. His cock has been in my mouth. There are no surprises.

Monte takes note of my wide eyes. His brash smirk is resurrected and he pointedly raises his eyebrows. “Are you ready to play our game now?”

Fuck yes. I’ll play anything he wants to play.

“What are the rules?” I ask.

“This one requires an accessory,” he says. “Hold on.”

I have no idea what’s going on when he jumps off the bed. I still can’t guess when he makes a beeline for my suitcase and rapidly unzips it. But a very mortifying suspicion crosses my mind when he digs to the bottom, beneath all my clothes.

“Oh no,” I whisper.

With a wicked laugh, he finds what he’s looking for and brandishes my favorite hot pink dual-prong dildo. “Oh yes.”

Panicked, I grab two pillows and hide my face beneath them. Monte leaps back on the bed like a wildcat and yanks the pillows away. That’s probably for the best. I couldn’t breathe very well under there.

His grin is profane. He prods my legs apart and kneels between them.

“How the hell did you know that was in there?” I whine.

Clearly, he anticipated this question and enjoys answering. “You kidding? You left your suitcase open with a freaking neon dildo sitting out in plain sight when you ran off to visit the ice machine. Don’t you remember? Our very first motel room.”

“I remember. But you didn’t torment me so I assumed you didn’t notice.”

“I was being polite.”

“And now you’re no longer polite?”

“Hell no.” He switches the thing on. The pink head of the fake cock jerks around in thrust mode. “Ever since that night I’ve wondered if you’d just gotten finished using it.”

“Maybe I did, Monte. Maybe I was thinking about you while I fucked myself silly in the shower.”

A strangled noise escapes from his throat. His dick is so huge and hard I bet he’s having trouble thinking.

Now it’s my turn to smirk. “You never told me the rules of this game.”

“One rule,” he says. “You don’t come until I tell you to. Follow that rule and you win.”

“Ready, set, go,” I say.

I’ve barely spoken the word ‘go’ before Monte lowers the vibrator. He already had me all worked up thanks to our steamy time in the kitchen. I could easily come if he’d just cooperate and push the head in a few scant inches. Instead, all he does is keep the damn thing thrumming at my entrance. Each thrust penetrates only half an inch and then stays maddeningly shallow.

‘Just the Tip’ my ass. This is more like ‘Keep Away With Sabrina’s Orgasm’ as Monte dangles my climax just out of reach and refuses to let me have it.

I squirm and moan and glare and refuse to give in while he just watches.

“You’re mean,” I whimper.

“Sometimes,” he admits with a grin and another onslaught of the vibrator.

At least I’m no longer worried about being totally naked in front of him. I’ll promise to walk around naked every day if only he’ll let me have some relief. I’m starting to get shaky and sweaty with the endless effort to keep the orgasm at bay. This can’t be good for a girl’s health. Soon, I’m going to scream. Or pass out.

Just as I’m ready to seize the vibrator from his grip and lose the game, he calmly switches it off.

“Excellent job, Brina,” he says so matter-of-factly. “Now you’ll be allowed to come.”

“Okay,” I whisper, ready to cry.

Monte lines up his cock between my legs. He screws his eyes shut for a few seconds, exhales and enters me but just barely. He’s leaning on his hands, which are curled into tight fists as he struggles with his own self-control.

As for me, I’m done holding out. I’ve been right on the verge for what seems like ages and the feel of Monte’s cock is the last straw. He groans and shudders when I arch my back and use him shamelessly to get off.

It feels so good and yet it’s not enough. He can’t take it this far and then tease his way out. I’ll lose my mind if I can’t have him.

“Bonus round,” I whimper and lock my knees around his hips. “Please.”

He groans again and drops his forehead to mine. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

“What a shame, Monte. Do you think you can manage to actually fuck me before you die?”

He raises his head and the new intensity blazing in his eyes is damn near savage. It’s the fire of a man who has been challenged and is about to shred an opponent to ribbons.

Monte is formidable. He’s no stranger to brutality. In different circumstances, I would guess that fear would be the proper response when faced with that look in his eyes.

But all I feel is a delirious thrill as I stretch my legs open wider and wait for him to respond.

His right hand moves to my throat. His thumb traces my collarbone then slowly travels upwards before applying the slightest hint of pressure. He keeps a close watch on my face, waiting for me to squirm or object, then raises an amused eyebrow when I remain stubbornly still. The thick, rigid length of him presses against the tender inside of my thigh.

Monte’s hand disappears from my throat and strays to my hip. He leans on his other elbow and gazes down at me with calculated dominance.

“Sabrina,” he says with a feral warning clinging to each syllable. “Didn’t anyone ever warn you not to tease a dangerous animal?”

“No,” I whimper with impatience, moving my hips in a desperate quest to fill the throbbing void so I can come again. “There’s a lot I need to learn. Can’t you teach me, Monte?”

The diabolical gleam in his eyes is a red alert. I’ve just shoveled fuel into the fire. I’ve told him what he’s been waiting to hear.

Now he’s going to give me exactly what I’ve asked for. And I can tell this time he won’t hold back.

My instincts are right. And yet I’m still stunned by the overwhelming invasion as he drives into me without reluctance or apology. A yelp of surprise gets stifled before it leaves my throat. A flash of pain makes me grit my teeth but I don’t have a single complaint.

After all, I demanded a lesson. Now I’m getting one.

I’m already soaked, my muscles loose, after my last orgasm and the pain doesn’t last. Monte’s thrusts are brutal. Deep. Punishing. I thought I understood his strength and his size but the truth is I really had no idea what it would mean to be raided on this level.

No restraint at all. He fucks me like he’s owned me all along.

My only option is to cling to him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, my face buried in his neck, my legs shaking. A spark ignites in a deep place that’s so untouchable I can seldom reach it myself. The flood of pleasure is so intense that I can’t remember where I am and what year it is. There’s only him. There’s only us.

This connection is like nothing else. This is what I’ve been waiting for, wishing for. And I’m filled with a sense of rightness that it’s happening with him , like this is where our arguments and tension and flirting and bickering have been leading up to all along.

I don’t want it to ever end. He hasn’t even left my body yet and I hate the fact that it’s inevitable.

He’s moving faster now, harder, nearing the end. I hold onto him with all my might, craving everything he has to give no matter the consequences.

A hot tear rolls down my cheek. And then another. A flood of tears follows and I can’t stop them. His pace demands more and more and finally he issues a thick groan, pulling out only a second before heat spills all over my belly. His shudder at the end shakes us both and time loses all meaning as I clutch him, unwilling to let go.

Monte finally catches his breath and lifts his head. His smirk of victory fades in an instant, replaced by pained remorse. He smudges his thumb over the tear tracks on my cheek and winces with grief.

“Did I hurt you, baby? Fuck, I never meant to be so rough. I got carried away.”

I shake my head vigorously and force the words out as I tremble. “No, you didn’t hurt me. You didn’t.”

“Then what is it?” He plants gentle kisses on each of my cheeks, then on my lips. “Tell me.”

For heaven’s sake, I need to quit blubbering and pull myself together. What we just did was magnificent and I won’t ever be sorry.

He’s still kissing me, still soothing away my tears and asking what he can do to make them stop.

“Monte.” I gulp some air and try to get a grip. “I loved every single second. I swear I did.”

He smiles now and softly brushes my lips with his. “Yeah?”

I nod my head and kiss him back. “I never thought it would be like that for me. You gave me what I’ve always wished for.”

“Ah, Sabrina,” he murmurs and lowers his head, laying on my breasts.

There’s a low rumble of thunder outside. Monte locates his shirt on the floor and uses it to mop up my belly.

This time I’m not in a hurry to put all my clothes back on. I’m content to let him take the lead and we climb under the covers together, just holding each other and listening to the gentle patter of the rain outside. I’ve never been happier.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask him, feeling sleepy as his fingers gently stroke my skin.

“Anything,” he says immediately.

“I still won the game, right?”

His laughter vibrates under my cheek. His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head.

“Yes. You won it all, my beautiful girl.”