Page 27 of The Bonventi War

I clench my thighs together, a last desperate attempt at defiance.

"No," I say, but there's no conviction behind it.

"Now, Raven," he growls.

His knee pushes between my legs, forcing them open, and I hate myself for it. Hate how much I want this. Want him.

"That's it," he murmurs before taking my nipple into his mouth again.

He releases my hands and slides his hand down and starts stroking my clit. I can feel how wet and slick I am.

How ready I am.

"See?" he says deeply. "Your body knows what it wants. Stop denying yourself."

Fuck it.

I moan loudly as he rubs my clit, the sensation feeling like nothing I've ever felt before.

"That's it. Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you need this," he says, his fingers teasing my swollen clit.

"Gio," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please..."

"Please what, Raven? Tell me what you want."

I shake my head, unable to form the words. It's too much, too intense. I'm drowning in ecstasy, in the scent of him, in the feel of his body pressed against mine.

Gio releases my neck and takes a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat.

"Tell me," he demands, his voice a deep and firm.

"For you to—" I can't finish. I don't need to tell him what I was thinking.

Gio slides into me, and I gasp, the intense stretch almost unbearable. His massive cock fills me completely as he presses me against the wall. I've never felt so full, so utterly possessed.

"Holy fuck," I gasp as my legs wrap tightly around his waist. He starts to move, driving deeper with each powerful thrust.

Gio licks my neck and gently bites me as he starts to move. Each thrust drives me higher up the wall. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a delicious edge of pain.

"Oh, Raven," he says against my neck. "You feel so good. You're so wet for me."

I moan, unable to form words as waves of pleasure crash over me. The feeling of his cock inside me sends sparks shooting through my body.

Each powerful thrust crashes me against the wall.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

My head is spinning, and Gio increases his pace. The banging gets louder and faster.

Bang. Bang. BANG.

My eyes shoot open, and I bolt upright, gasping for air. I blink rapidly, disoriented as I take in my surroundings. I'm in my bed, alone. Sweat clings to my skin, and I can feel wetness between my thighs.

BANG BANG BANG.

Someone's pounding on my apartment door. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the vivid dream. My heart is still racing, and my body aches with unfulfilled desire.

"What the hell?" I mutter, glancing at the clock. It's 4 AM.