Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(13)
“Breathe,” came his voice in her head.
His fingertips glided over her skin, her neck, back, and then one hand tangled into her hair. His fingers tightened, tugging hard on her hair with enough strength to make her scalp tingle.
Cara let out a soft gasp.
“What’s mine tonight, Cara?” Gian asked roughly, his hips flexing forward to settle just a bit deeper into her pussy. “Tell me, bella.”
“My pussy.”
“And what does that mean?”
Cara took a second or two too long to respond, as Gian grabbed hold of her wrists, pinned them behind her back, moved her forward and took her with another brutal thrust. “Cara. I want to hear you use your words to tell me what it means that your cunt is mine.”
She had never been fucked quite like this before.
Never been used.
Never been manhandled or roughly treated.
It stunned her how hot she was, how breathless, and weak, and ready she was.
“It’s yours to fuck when and how you want,” she managed to murmur.
“Good girl.”
Those words felt like a softer caress than even his hands had been, earlier on her skin. Like an approval, his pleasure and satisfaction, all rolled into one, over her simple response.
He fucked her like that—hard, long and brutal thrusts with her arms pinned at her lower back and her hair tangled up in his fist. He urged her on with dark whispers in her ear, until all she could hear was his cock driving into her body, and his voice in her head.
“Ride that cock, Cara.”
“Oh, my God.”
Gian didn’t hold back in the slightest, pulling Cara even harder onto his cock, making her toe a thin line between pleasure and pain.
“My pretty little slut tonight, aren’t you?” he murmured in her ear.
She hadn’t heard that before, either. Certainly not in the way he said it, like it was a compliment, as though he liked it, and not the slur that most used it for.
It didn’t sound bad coming from his mouth at all. It sounded rather beautiful. Or he made it sound that way.
It was only when his finger hooked the back of her choker, tugged hard enough to take her breath away for long enough to make her shudder, that she really understood what he had meant.
“Come,” Gian ordered in her ear.
She didn’t think she had a choice. She came as her choker broke, as the air and the relief crashed through her body at the same time.
He touched.
He demanded.
Her body reacted.
Cara awoke with a shiver. She wasn’t sure what had caused it, but the sensation had started in her toes and ended in her shoulders. She knew she wasn’t at home, given the white walls, white sheets, and fluffy white pillows.
White everywhere.
Then, his voice came. The same as it had been the night before. Dark, heady, commanding, pleased, rough, and sinful.
Like sex made in to a sound.
“I’m not going to be able to forget that,” Gian murmured.
Cara knew exactly why she shivered when he spoke, because she did it again at the same time his finger traced a soft, slow line from her lower back, up her spine, to the nape of her neck.
He touched her, and she reacted.
Simple as that.
“And there it is again,” he said, satisfaction curling his tone with a gruff edge. “It’s like you can’t help it, donna. I touch, you take a breath, and I can watch it race right down your skin.”
“Stop touching me, and I will help it.”
“I think that defeats the purpose, Cara. Besides, I quite like it.”
So did she.
That was part of the problem.
It was morning, the night had ended, and that meant it was time for Cara to get back to life. She had taken the night to do something stupid; something wild, crazy, and reckless.
“No, no,” Gian said, his fingers trailing pathways over her neck with gentle strokes. “I’m not sure what exactly turned you stiff, but knock it off. I like you where you are right now. You could at least stay for breakfast or coffee before you run off.”
“You are too smart for your own good.”
“I like to think of it as that I’m quick.”
“Whatever.” Cara rolled to her back, only to find a very naked and pleased Gian lying beside her, his head propped up on his hand. He didn’t hide his wandering gaze for a second, his eyes drifting down over her bare skin, her breasts, and then lower. “I still need to head out, Gian.”
He didn’t react to her statement.
“You look good in white.”
Cara laughed, earning her another one of his grins. “Are you going to keep deflecting what I say if it doesn’t fit what you want?”
“Will it get me what I want, dolcezza?”
Cara thought, now or never. A part of her wanted to stay right where she was. Another part knew it wasn’t wise.
“Don’t be offended, Gian, but I know enough about your last name and your family to make a quick exit. It’s not you, not really. But it is, at the same time—you’re everything I try to stay away from, that’s all.”
His brown eyes darkened with something unknown, but he hid it by looking away. “I see.”
“But you make it really hard,” Cara added after a moment, “and you should know that, too. You make it hard for me to not want to stay, or talk again like we did last night, or even fuck again. You make it really hard to say no, Gian.”