His (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)(19)

What? Then realization dawns on me. I’ve never done anything like this, but I’ve seen movies and read books. Am I really one of those girls? The heat between my legs and the way my heart is pounding tells me I might be. Not knowing what he’ll do next or how far he’ll go has me feeling more horny than I’ve ever felt. But a sudden rush of fear and doubt overcomes me. This is too much. It’s too scary. I shake my head, trying to move past him to get out the door.

“I really need to go.”

He growls, taking me by the shoulders and dragging me toward the couch. “Those aren’t the magic words.”

Anger fills me as I kick and punch at him to let me go. The word red bounces around in my head, but for some reason I don’t say it. In some distant part of my mind, I think the more he fights to take me, the more it proves he wants me. So I give him everything I have, even biting down on his finger hard enough to make him swear at me and push me down on the couch hard.

I try to get up, but his weight crushes me into the cushions. He struggles with the waistband of my skirt and manages to pull it down. I try to fight back against him but it’s useless. He’s too strong.

With one motion, he rips my lacy panties off and runs a calloused hand along the smooth flesh of my ass, sliding down until his fingers find the wetness between my legs. My entire body shudders at his touch. Having my panties ripped off might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet. You like this, don’t you?” he asks, the stubble on his face scraping my ear.

I moan, half in anger and half in the most blinding ecstasy I’ve ever felt. I don’t even care that it’s fucked up to be so turned on by this, I just don’t want it to stop.

“You want to cum?”

I moan, nodding my head and pressing my ass down against his hand.

“Then you have to pay first.”

I hear the sound of him undoing his belt and cold fear grips me. Is he really going to use the belt on me? Instead of saying anything, I just squeeze the couch as hard as I can and close my eyes tight, waiting.

“This is for snooping where you shouldn’t have fuckin’ been snooping,” he says.

I clench, shoulders rounding and my back bending as I brace for impact. There’s a rush of air and then a loud crack. Hot pain explodes over my ass and I jump, whimpering. “This is for trying to walk away from me.” Another jolt of pain.

I turn to look at him and see a darkness in his features that scares me. As quickly as it comes, the anger melts away. He kneels down, planting warm kisses on my body and my ass where he hit me with the belt, soothing the pain with soft touches. He groans against me and the utter happiness I see when I look back at him makes me blush. I’ve never seen him look so satisfied, so pleased. You’ve hardly seen him at all except between your legs, whispers a voice in my head.

“You did good,” he says between gritted teeth. “So fuckin’ good.”

I roll over so that he’s on top of me. He must have taken his jacket off at some point because he’s just in his slacks and gray shirt now, but some of the buttons are undone. I reach up and pull hard, snapping several of the buttons and opening his shirt to reveal a hard shelf of chiseled muscle. I run my fingers down his skin, not able to feel enough, wishing I had more hands. He undoes the button on his slacks and his fly, letting his pants hang open below his six-pack, revealing the thick outline of his cock straining against his briefs.

I reach to touch it, but he slaps my hand away, the anger returning to his face. He pulls my shirt over my head, deftly unhooking my bra and sliding it free.

“Ladies first,” he says. The words would almost have made me laugh, but the threat in his eyes makes me swallow hard and nod my head. He kisses a trail down my body, pausing at my breasts to take my nipple in his mouth. He circles it with his tongue and bites until it hurts, but I’m so on edge that even the pain begins to blur so I can’t tell what hurts and what feels good. Everything becomes him, and whether it’s pain, pleasure, or something in between, I want it. I want all of it.

He kisses down my navel, nearly making me giggle as he kisses the sensitive skin. Then he finds my mound and runs his tongue along it, teasing my clit with the flat of his tongue and my entrance with the tip in a rhythmic pattern that quickly has me moaning and tugging at his thick, dark hair.

“Vincent!” I cry.

He doesn’t relent even as the stimulation becomes so much that I’m shaking against his touch, squeezing and pulling his hair until I must be hurting him. His hand slides up my body, finding my breast again and squeezing until it hurts. The pain comes right as I’m about to climax, and I cry out as it all comes rushing over me. It’s like a dam deep inside me has been opened and I tremble with the release.