Page 112 of Pietro

"Yes," I admit, past the point of shame.

His hand returns between my legs, but barely touching, just enough to drive me insane but not enough to push me over. I'm sobbing now, begging incoherently, my body wound so tight I might shatter.

"Please," I beg. "Please, Pietro, I'll do anything?—"

"Anything?" He stills completely, holding me in place when I try to move. "You'll wear what I buy you?"

"Yes—"

"You'll let me fuck you whenever and wherever I want?" He rolls his hips once, making me gasp.

"Yes, God, yes?—"

"You'll admit you're mine? Completely?"

"I'm yours," I cry out. "Completely yours, always yours, please just let me come?—"

"Come now," he commands, his thumb pressing hard on my clit while thrusting up deep.

I shatter spectacularly, my vision going white, my body convulsing around him. I'm dimly aware I'm screaming his name, that anyone in this garage would hear exactly what'shappening, but I don't care. The orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing over me until I'm boneless.

"Fuck, the way you squeeze me," Pietro groans, his rhythm becoming erratic. "So tight, so perfect?—"

He pulls me down hard, holding me in place as he finds his own release. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me, marking me internally the way he's already marked my skin.

We stay locked together, both panting, the windows completely fogged now. My dress is bunched around my waist, my bra destroyed, marks already forming on my throat and breasts. I look absolutely wrecked.

"That was..." I can't find words.

"Just the beginning," he promises, his cock already starting to harden again inside me. "I'm nowhere near done with you."

"We can't stay in the parking garage," I point out, though I make no move to climb off him.

"My penthouse is five minutes away," he says, his hands roaming my body possessively. "And I meant what I said. I want you in my bed where I can fuck you properly."

"Properly?" I laugh breathlessly. "What was this then?"

"An appetizer," he growls, lifting me off him carefully. We both groan at the separation.

He tries to clean up whatever he can and tucks himself back in his pants, then helps me straighten my dress, though there's nothing to be done about my destroyed bra or the marks covering my skin.

"Everyone will know," I say, catching sight of myself in the rearview mirror as we climb back into the front seats.

"Good," he says simply, starting the engine. "That's the point."

As we pull out of the garage, his hand finds my thigh again, possessive and promising. "When we get home, I'm going to spread you out on my bed and eat that pretty pussy until you'rebegging. Then I'm going to fuck you in every position I've been fantasizing tonight."

My thighs clench at his words, already anticipating what's to come. "Drive faster," I tell him.

His answering grin is pure sin. "Yes, ma'am."

PIETRO

The elevator ride to my penthouse feels like an eternity. Nora stands beside me, trying to look composed, but I can see the effect I've had on her. The security camera is the only thing keeping me from taking her against the elevator wall.

The moment my door closes behind us, all bets are off.

I spin her around, pressing her back against the door, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that's all possession and need. She melts into me immediately, her hands fisting in my shirt.