Page 17 of Unrelenting (Ruthless Temptations #1)

FIFTEEN

Lucia

When we get back to the house at the top of the hill, Lorenzo takes me upstairs to what’s clearly the master bedroom and leads me into the bathroom. He doesn’t let go of my arm for a second.

His grip is so tight I fear I’ll have bruises, but with such a sense of anticipation flowing through me I can’t bring myself to care.

“Take your clothes off,” he commands.

Since they’re now filthy after he pushed me to the ground and fucked me like an animal, I’m happy to obey. I strip off my jacket and drop it into the laundry hamper, suppressing a grin as it crosses my mind that even mobsters need somewhere to put their dirty clothes.

The minute I’m naked, Lorenzo nudges me toward the shower area in the corner of the room. It’s a large space, separated from the rest of the bathroom by a glass panel.

“Do not move an inch,” he warns as he turns and walks away.

A slight chill wafts over my bare skin. I shiver, but it’s not just from cold. Excitement hums through every part of me.

What is Lorenzo planning? I get my answer when he returns, stepping into the shower with me, completely naked. I don’t take the time to appreciate his fine form because my eye snags on the red leather cuffs he has dangling from his finger.

When he sees me looking at them, he grins.

“Ever been tied up before, gattina ?”

“Uh, no, but I have thought about it .”

My admission pleases Lorenzo. His smile widens. “Step back against the wall and raise your hands above your head.”

I do as I’m told. Lorenzo wraps a cuff around my right wrist and buckles it tightly. It’s snug but not uncomfortable.

He passes the chain that links the cuffs around the metal bar that holds the shower head out from the wall and then binds my left wrist.

I tug experimentally, not sure how much weight this will take.

“Don’t worry. It will hold you.” Lorenzo is apparently a mind reader now, though I suppose my face betrayed my concern. “Now turn around and push your ass out. It’s time for your spanking.”

My arms cross as I spin around to face the wall. Bound like this, I can’t stick my ass out very far. At least, I don’t think I can. Lorenzo has other ideas.

Determined to push me to my limits, he kicks my ankles farther apart and pulls my hips back so my arms are stretched above me. It’s uncomfortable but not painful.

As he begins to spank me, slapping me hard across one butt cheek and then the other, I realize we’ve never negotiated any rules about this.

“I don’t have a safeword,” I blurt out.

Lorenzo pauses. “You don’t need one. I’ll determine when you’ve had enough.” He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back until I’m forced to look him in the eye. “Or don’t you trust me?”

Since not trusting him was one of the things that led to tonight’s disagreements, I’m not going to admit to still being wary of his motivations.

When it comes to the more intimate moments between us, I actually do trust Lorenzo, perhaps more than is sensible considering I hardly know him. Instinct tells me he won’t dish out anything I can’t handle.

“I trust you, Lorenzo.”

“Good girl. Maybe I’ll give you a reward before I fuck your ass.”

The dark promise in his gaze sends a tingle down my spine. He releases my hair, and my head drops forward as he resumes the spanking, delivering one harsh blow after another.

At first, the sting is almost unbearable, but eventually I become attuned to it. I relax enough that it’s no longer overwhelming.

Just as the ache is dulling, Lorenzo switches things up a little. He draws his hand back and slaps me between the legs. I yelp as pain jolts through me.

Lorenzo must like how I twist in my bonds, because he chuckles and repeats the action. He smacks my poor swollen pussy five times with increasing intensity.

It hurts like hell but also sets my clit throbbing. The insistent pulse creates a sensation that wends its way deep inside to wash over me in a wave of pleasure.

As I wiggle my hips, signaling my need, Lorenzo spins me back around. I hiss as he puts a hand beneath my aching butt and lifts me.

I wrap my legs around his waist and cry out in ecstasy as he plunges his cock deep into my body.

Pain and pleasure swirl through me as he pushes me against the tile and fucks me hard. I tug on my restraints, desperate for my hands to be free so I can dig my nails into his flesh. Bound like this, I have no way to anchor myself.

Lorenzo reaches past me to turn the shower on. I squeal in surprise as ice-cold water trickles over me. Thankfully, it soon warms to a more comfortable temperature.

As water rains down on us, Lorenzo drives up into me with one purpose in mind, to prove that I’m his. The pressure builds inside me, and I move my hips to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it, gattina , bounce on my cock. Take every inch of me.”

His words pour fuel onto the fire already burning at my core. The closer I get to my climax, the more I beg and moan for release.

Lorenzo silences my desperate pleas with a kiss. His tongue plunders my mouth as his cock wrecks my pussy.

When I come, screaming his name, he follows me to the finish line.

Thoroughly spent, he holds me for a minute before setting me down. He uncuffs me and kisses each of my wrists.

Then he pops open a bottle of shower gel and carefully washes every part of me. He’s more tender than he’s ever been, though he does squeeze my poor punished ass, making me hiss in pain.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks, cupping my cheek with the palm of his hand.

“You,” I respond without hesitation.

“Damn right you do. Now, are you ready to let me claim that final part of you?”

He’s asking for permission to fuck my ass. I can’t say it’s something I’ve dreamed about, but I want to give this to him.

“Yes, Lorenzo.” I push up on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Claim all of me. make me yours.”

Lorenzo

I didn’t plan for the evening to go this way. When I went to Lucia’s restaurant, I wanted to put things right between us, to assure her I’m not behind this latest offer to buy Gianetta’s. I certainly didn’t intend to bundle her into the trunk of Damiano’s car and bring her out here.

But the way she decided I’d betrayed her without speaking to me first, the judgmental look in her eye when I told her what happened at Matteo’s wedding, made me snap. I had to force her to confront what I already know, that she is mine.

After I help her out of the shower, I fetch a towel from the rail and carefully dry her off.

I feel so much calmer than I did earlier.

Now that I’m in complete control of myself, I’m more inclined to be gentle, which is what Lucia will need when I sink my cock into her tight little ass for the first time.

When I told her I would never hurt her, I meant it. Rough sex is one thing. We both enjoy that, but even I have limits. Fucking her ass when I was angry would have been a disaster for us both.

As I lead Lucia back into the bedroom, she’s quiet, contemplative.

“Do you still want to do this?” If she says no, then I won’t push it. There can be no regrets later.

“Yes.”

I detect some trepidation in her voice. “But?”

“I’m scared it will hurt.”

“It might.” I’m not going to lie to her. “But only for a moment, and then it will feel good, I promise.”

When she nods, confirming she’s okay to continue, I take a couple of pillows from the head of the bed and position them at the center.

“Lie over these, gattina . I want you face down, ass up.”

While Lucia climbs onto the bed and makes herself comfortable, I take a bottle of lubricant from the drawer in the nightstand. I crawl onto the bed behind her and dribble some of the cool liquid between her ass cheeks.

She wiggles her gorgeous butt. “That tickles.”

“Does it?”

I rub a generous amount of the lube over her puckered hole and then coat my cock with it. I push a finger inside her, taking it slow, and she whimpers in discomfort.

“Easy, gattina ,” I murmur. “This is just my finger. You’ll be taking a lot more than this.”

“I know.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “But it feels strange.”

“You’ll get used to it.” I add a second finger and scissor them inside her, stretching her tight channel as much as I can to prepare her for my much larger cock.

When I think she’s ready, I position myself at her entrance and press in an inch. She groans in discomfort.

“Breathe in and out steadily,” I advise her. “Try to relax.”

I ease into her, pushing past her tight muscles as gently as I can until I’m fully seated inside her. It feels incredible to have her body squeezing around me like this.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“It’s strange,” she muses. “It hurts, but….”

She trails off mid-sentence as I withdraw and plunge back in. Lucia tenses, still too focused on the odd sensations she’s experiencing.

“Play with yourself,” I tell her. “Reach between your legs and stroke that gorgeous pussy.”

As she eagerly obeys, I establish a steady rhythm, fucking her with deep thrusts. Lucia works her clit furiously. Her breathy moans tell me she’s getting close, to I pick up my pace. I want us to come together.

When her hips buck, my cock swells. Just as she reaches her climax with a low scream, I hit my peak, spilling everything I’ve got inside her.

Lucia sucks in a breath as I withdraw my cock from her ass. Smug satisfaction fills me as I watch my cum leaking out of her.

Bending to press a kiss to her cheek, I tell her. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

After going to the bathroom to clean myself up, I bring a washcloth back to the bedroom for Lucia. I help her wipe the sticky mess from her pussy and ass, then get her into bed.

Slipping under the covers next to her, I pull Lucia into my arms. As I hold her close, listening to her breathing become slower and deeper, I wonder if life can get any better than this?