Taboo Flames (The Sicilian Sins #2)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

Aurora

T here’s something different about the way Giovanni is kissing me now. He’s kissing me as if he wants to wreck me. Like he wants to take all my air until all I can do is breathe him in.

It’s scary, but at the same time, it gives me a heady feeling. A feeling of being owned by him. His tongue thrusts against mine aggressively, and I let out a moan. One of his hands is speared into my hair, while the other lies almost chastely on my hip.

When he pulls away, his pupils are so blown that the browns of his eyes have completely disappeared. He looks at me through dark, hungry eyes that make the blood in my veins sizzle.

“Come,” he says simply, taking my hand in his. He leads me out of the home gym and through the silent hallways of his house.

We climb up the stairs and walk to his bedroom. The whole time, my heart pounds aggressively, and my need only escalates.

By the time we walk into his large bedroom, I’m a needy mess, and I’m more than ready for whatever Giovanni wants to do to me. I just need him to touch me.

He pushes me down to the bed with his body, pressing me down until I’m lying flat against the mattress.

Then, he grabs both my wrists in one large hand and pins them over my head.

“I gave you a chance to back out of this,” he says quietly.

“I want this. I need this,” I say to him resolutely.

Before I can protest, I hear a clicking sound. My eyes widen, and panic fills me when I realize my wrists are now locked in suspended handcuffs that I didn’t notice before.

I yank at it to test how secure it is and find that I can’t escape no matter how hard I pull.

Suddenly, he pulls out a dagger from his bedside table, and I watch in fright as he holds it up between us, his gaze not giving anything away.

“What are you?—”

My words end with a terrified shriek as he brings the sharp, glinting blade down toward my neck. I shut my eyes tight.

A moment later, when the cool air suddenly touches my breasts, I open my eyes to see that Giovanni cut through my shirt and panties, leaving me naked, tied up, and completely at his mercy.

He grabs his shirt with one hand and whips it up and over his head, revealing a very impressive set of abs and solid muscles covered with tattoos. My mouth waters at the sight of all that exposed skin.

Gio’s eyes hold mine as he removes his pants and briefs, his erection bobbing up between us. He fists it, slowly running his hands up and down the hard length while his eyes drink me in.

“Will you be a good girl, or do I need to cuff your ankles, too?” he asks.

“I’ll be good,” I reply immediately.

“Hmm.”

He takes my mouth in another brutal kiss that leaves me breathless. This time around, his hand moves up to my breast and squeezes one almost painfully. I gasp into his mouth as he pinches one nipple.

His mouth makes its way down to my jaw, leaving little nips and kisses from my neck to my collar, and then finally, his lips close around my other nipple.

I cry out as his teeth scrape across the hard nipple.

His lips trail down to my belly button, and his tongue swirls around it before he raises his head and looks at me.

“You want me to fill this leaking pussy?” he growls at me.

“Yes, yes.” I buck against my restraints, feeling wetness coat my inner thighs.

He reaches across the bed for something, and when he straightens up, I see a piece of dark cloth in his hand.

“I want you completely helpless under me, princess,” he says just before he covers my eye with the makeshift blindfold.

My breaths come out faster at my sudden lack of sight. I realize he can do whatever he wants with me right now, and the thought should make me terrified, but instead, I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.

I shouldn’t trust Giovanni at all. I barely know him, and he has made it very clear to me that he’s not the kind of man I’m supposed to fantasize and have sweet thoughts about. He’s the kind that shows up in your nightmares and gives you a taste of destruction.

And yet, here I am, in his bed and spread wide open for him.

With my vision gone, my ears are able to pick up sounds better, and I can hear the sound of a tube being capped.

I’m about to ask what he’s doing when I feel something blunt against my pussy. I shiver in anticipation, but as it breaches my entrance, I freeze.

“Wh—what?—”

He pushes the object deep inside me, and I cry out at the feeling of being full.

“Oh God,” I moan. “Fuck me.”

His hand comes down hard against my pussy, and I feel the biting sting. “You don’t get to give orders here, you dirty slut.”

I just moan in reply.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you because this body belongs to me,” he says, enunciating his words by biting down on one nipple. “Now, princess,” he continues, “you’re going to fuck yourself on the head of my dagger because we both know your greedy pussy will do anything to cum.”

His demeaning words get me even more ramped up, and I begin to bounce against the object buried inside me. It’s not as big or as hot as Gio’s cock, and I can feel the difference, but I still put on a show for him.

Tears of frustration stream from my eyes as my orgasm eludes me.

“Please, Gio. I want your cock,” I beg.

“Where do you want it?” he asks. “In your mouth?”

“No,” I reply, shaking my head from side to side.

“Here?” He circles a finger around my back hole, and I tense. I’ve never thought about anal, but I’m suddenly considering it.

Gio laughs darkly. “You’re such a delight, princess. Who would have thought?”

“I want you in my pussy!” I whine loudly.

“In your tight little cunt?” he asks mockingly. “But you’re taking my dagger so well.”

“Gio! Stop playing games.”

Immediately, I feel the change in the atmosphere of the room as Gio’s mood changes, and something dark, dangerous, and oppressive fills the room.

The wooden head of the dagger is ripped out of me, and I’m suddenly flipped face down onto the mattress with my knees on either side of me, my ass arched in the air.

A second later, there’s a loud thwack, and pain explodes on my backside. It’s different from the spanking I received on the hood of his car because this time around, Giovanni isn’t playing. He isn’t even using his hand.

“I told you, princess, you’re not the one giving the orders here,” he bites out.

He brings the object down on my ass again, and I scream in pain, trying to shift away, but his palm comes down on my back, holding me tightly in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls.

“Please, please, I’m sorry,” I beg weakly.

“You’ve been a brat for too long, and I’ve let you get away with it.”

Another hit comes down on my skin, and my voice breaks on my next cry. Then, the next hit comes down in the middle of my legs, directly on my pussy. It’s excruciating, but it also makes me embarrassingly horny.

“I should have dealt with you a long time ago,” Gio says harshly.

Whack. Another hit.

Just when I think he’s going to hit me again, he pushes his thick, hard length into me until he’s fully seated inside me. The sound that rips out of my throat is a combination of a gasp, a moan, and a whimper.

I forgot how huge he is. He doesn’t even give me a moment to adjust to the blunt invasion. He just begins to pound into me, jackhammering into me like he’s hell-bent on ripping me in two.

I beg and cry and claw at the sheets until my throat is hoarse.

“You want me to touch your clit, baby?” he grunts as he continues to thrust hard into me.

“Yes!” I scream.

He wraps my hair around his hand and drags me backward until I’m in an impossible position. Then, his mouth bites down on my neck while his fingers roll and tease one nipple, dragging out and prolonging the anticipation. As soon as his hands make contact with my clit, I erupt.

“Arrrghhhhh!” I scream as my body trembles and shakes with my orgasm.

I’ve barely come down from the high when he pulls out of me and flips me so that I’m lying on my back.

“Open your mouth,” he orders sharply.

I obey him, and as soon as I do, he fills my mouth with his cum.

“Swallow it, baby. Don’t waste a single drop,” he commands.

Just when I think he’s done, he jerks my legs apart and pushes his fingers inside my sore hole. I whimper, half in pain and half in arousal.

“Please, Gio. I can’t, please,” I whisper weakly, out of breath.

“Yes, you can,” he replies firmly.

And then he’s pushing his already hard cock into me again. He fucks me with renewed vigor through a second and third orgasm. I’m barely half-conscious at this point, but he’s still pumping into me like I’m his personal cock sleeve.

He finally cums deep inside me, shooting hot cum and filling me completely. With a deep groan, he pulls out of me slowly, then bends over my spread legs and eats his cum out of me.

After he’s had his fill, Gio’s mouth presses down on mine, and I open my mouth greedily and taste his cum as we kiss deeply.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear.

“I want to touch you. Please,” I mumble.

He reaches behind my head and undoes my blindfold. When it’s finally off, I take a moment to blink the room back into view.

Giovanni is kneeling over me, looking like a god. His skin is slick with sweat, and his head is deliciously mussed, his lips bitten raw. Looking down at myself, I see that I’m much more wrecked than him.

I smile at him while he undoes my cuffs.

“Go to bed,” he instructs.

When I move to stand up, his hand shoots out and wraps around my throat, and I’m immediately pressed back into the bed.

“What are you doing?” I choke out in confusion.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he barks at me, his eyes narrowed.

“To one of the guest rooms?—”

“You’re not going anywhere. Don’t think I’m done with you. I’m nowhere close to being done.”

I swallow nervously. “Y—you’re not?”

“Seems you’ll get to have your sleepover after all,” he replies with a smirk. “I’m going to use your body until dawn. There are still a lot of hours left until dawn, so lay back down, and you had better not let any of my cum leak out of you. Keep those legs locked tight until I say otherwise.”

“But I’m so sore,” I whine.

“Good.”

Then he pulls me into his body until we are pressed tightly together, with my back to his front and his hand in between my legs, spreading me with his fingers and playing with my pussy.

I sigh in contentment. Gio is an insatiable beast, and I love every second of it. This is exactly where I want to be. Fucked out and used for Gio’s pleasure.

If someone had told me a week ago that this is where I’d be at this moment, I’d have laughed hysterically. After all, Giovanni had just been a fantasy to me. Something I could only dream about but didn’t think I could ever have.

I feel him begin to harden behind me again, and he immediately pushes my legs apart.

At this rate, come tomorrow, I’m going to need to be pushed around in a wheelchair.