CATERINA
I’m dreaming. I have to be. If I’m not, then I somehow have to sort all of this to make sense and I don’t know if I can do that. He can’t mean what he’s saying. This is just another game, another test. <b>It’s </b>his way of finding out whether I’m for real. Pushing me the way he always does.
Nheless, he sounds like he means it.
When he says he loves me, it sounds real. I want to believe it. No, I need to, or else what was all of this for? I know what this is, except I’m afraid to believe it. That’s the problem. It could be another game. Another level to the mental torment he puts me through. Will I shoot him if he says he loves me? And what if I did? Where would that get him?
None of it makes sense, but then again, nothing about him ever has.
“Pull the trigger,” he whispers, the fight draining from his <b>voice</b>. He sounds sad, like he’s giving in to the inevitable.
“You know I won’t.” I still grasp the butt of the gun without taking my finger off the trigger. “I can’t<b>.</b>”
All that leaves is the two of us staring into each other’s eyes, both of us panting, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to think. I didn’te here for any of this. “I only want the truth. That’s why I came here. I need to figure everything out, and I can’t keep running away from my problems, hoping they’ll disappear.”
I’m tired, so tired.
“You want the truth?” In a sh, he takes the gun from me and sets it aside, then buries his other hand in my hair. He’s cradling my head in both his hands now. “I told you the truth. It’s the only truth I know. You’ve destroyed me–and the worst part is, all I want is more. More of you. More of us.<b>” </b>
He leans in, pressing his forehead to mine before a shudder runs through him. “Look what you’ve done to me.‘
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What I’ve done to him? There’s not enough time to go through everything he’s done to me. The way he’s turned everything upside down. Made me hate myself. Left me questioning who I am. My loyalties and what I will and won’t stand for.
What I’m willing to let somebody do to me.
How many times I’lle back for more.
Simr to right now, sitting on this desk, the man forces me to put a gun to his chest. All the while, I simply want to strain the extra inch and press my lips to his. I want to kiss him as hard as I can<b>. </b>I crave the sensation of my lips bruising under his,
“Caterina…” He pulls back just enough to peer into my eyes. “I need you. Don’t make me beg for this. Please.”
His hands slide over my neck, then my shoulders. I can’t pretend my flesh doesn’t tingle beneath his touch. His fingers press into my skin when he can no longer hold back the desire. His need to im me is just as strong as my need to be imed. It’s like a veil has been lifted, and I can see everything that used to be so foggy.
When his head darts forward and his mouth covers mine, I melt like ice under a me, wing at him like a wild animal. This is the only time things make sense, when he’s kissing me. When his hands roam my body and memorize every inch.
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He works my thin cardigan over my shoulders, then loses his patience and yanks it off along with the tank top underneath. Pulling them both off over my head, he buries his face between my breasts. The slight scruff of his beard pric skin. The way he grunts while peppering kisses across my throat and corbone as I grind against his thigh between my legs.
How is it always like this? We’re explosive together. It takes nothing for him to light the match and set my soul on fire. Every kiss, every touch makes me crave more. I can lose myself in himpletely, and that’s what I need most. To lose myself and forget everything else.
“That’s right,” he mewls, panting, before sliding his tongue under my bra top at my nipple. A moan rips from my throat. “ Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this moment, Caterina. It’s been torture waiting for you. Hoping you see it.”
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He <b>presses </b>firmer against my pussy and I grind further down on hi, frantic to ease the tension that only gets worse with every touch. Reaching behind me, he unsps my bra and tosses it aside before pushing me back t against the desk.
“Made for me,” he murmurs, his huge hands cupping my breasts. is touch has the power to turn me to ash, to burn me to embers. He’s right. I was made for him. That’s the only way to exin how my pussy instantly floods at the slightest brush of his fingertips. The musky scent of his cologne. The sound of his voice I was made for him and he was made for me.
“Let’s see if you’re dripping yet.” The sudden tearing sound and pinch at my hips tell me that he ripped my thong clean off me, and now cool air brushes my bare pussy. It’s such a contrast to my overheated skin that a delicious shiver races through my body.
I lift my head to watch him lower himself to his chair and wheel closer to the desk. I’m exposed, a willing victim in this dangerous game of love that we share.
“Look at the way it quivers,” he marvels, his voice low and thick with desire as he gazes down at my pussy. “Every time your muscles tighten, more of that sweet nectar drips out of you, painting your thighs. How am I supposed to resist this?”
“You aren’t.”
He lifts his gaze to mine, smirking. “You’re right. I’m not, and I won’t. I’m going to make sure you drown me.” Fingertips dance along my slit, spreading me wider. “What do you think, little bird? Do you have enough of this sweet nectar to put me out of my misery?”
“I think if you keep talking, I’m going to…”
Before I can finish, he’s diving deep, his tonguepping at my clit, and it’s a spark to a roaring fire. I can only groan, lifting my hips to meet the violent strokes of his tongue. He flicks my clit back and forth, alternating between sucking and licking it while two of his thick fingers press inside of me.
Oh god. The thick digits stretch me, and when he scissors them<b>, </b>my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. Every cell in my body, every inch of my flesh, burns with the intensity of the sun. His fingers move in and out of me fast, my arousal dripping down his entire palm with every m of his knuckles against me.
“Yes<b>… </b>oh God, Gianni. Don’t stop.” The words rush out of me as <b>I </b>rise higher and higher. I can feel the orgasm building deep in my core, the muscles tightening.
Goodness, if he stops this time, I’ll truly kill him. One more thrust of his fingers and ap of his tongue, and I explode. There’s nothing to do except scream in relief as the wave breaks and rolls over me, pulling me deep into the undercurrent. Blissful shivers wrack my body from head to toe. I’m a victim of his vicious pussy eating skills.
“Mmm…” I open my eyes and look up across the length of my body at Gianni. He pulls away, bringing the fingers that were just inside me <i>to </i>his lips. He licks them clean<b>, </b>wearing a blissful expression the entire time. “I’ll never get enough of you.”