His words sting, damn it. Nothing is going to plan. The weird reaction to him doesn’t make any damn sense. I hate him. I loathe him. This meeting is supposed to be the first step in my plan to kill him. Why was it with one look into his eyes, it was if I’d been walking around with my axis off-tilt, and he set it to right, set me to right?
One moment there was nothing but the blues and the grays of the world. Now there are vivid reds and purples and colors I’ve never known before. Every cell inside me is awake now in breathless anticipation...for what I don’t even know. Only now that I’m finally awake, I’m aware of...everything. I almost wish I could unsee it all, unfeel it all. It’s too much, every sense is overwhelmed to the point of pain.
Tony Sabatini is the answer to this. Even though I hate the way I ache for him, for his touch, for the taste and feel of him—something whispers he can soothe the ache deep down inside me. My skin is too tight and sensitive, and there, where I have never been wet before, I can feel my panties clinging to me. What is happening to me? Dropping my head, “I’m sorry. This is all—none of this is anything I’ve ever done before.”
Those eyes are burning me from inside out. I give in and meet them. Oh god, they see everything.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I need him to forgive me.
“How much are you going to charge?” The question rumbles out of him.
It takes a minute to understand what he’s talking about. I blurt out the response practiced a dozen times. “Five hundred an hour.”
“And that includes?”
I blink a dozen times, blindly staring at his tie. I never got further than the question in my mind.
“What are your limits? Will you allow a man to tie you up and have your every single hole available for his pleasure? Will you allow him to use a belt, crop, or paddle on your sweet round ass? If he wants to take you in public, to use you in front of his friends, or have you used by them, what will your answer be?”
I don’t know how to answer when every cell in my body is rioting for him to do the things he describes.
“Those are things you should know already, piccolina. Things you should have thought of.” Silky smooth, his voice vibrates with intent. I can’t keep from meeting those glowing eyes. I shiver at the hunger there. “Will he be allowed to come inside you? Will you swallow his come as well as his cock?”
My breasts grow heavy, my nipples tightening painfully at the question. The answer would be no, to everyone but him. Only I can’t say it. Don’t dare open my mouth.
“If you have a hard time answering my questions, what leads you to believe you can do this?”
“Because I have to.” I blink fast, trying to focus, trying to remember what it was I came here for. “This is my last chance to get it right.”
“Get what right?” The question is sharp.
“My life.” I imagine it. Holding the gun, pointing it at his wide, muscled chest, pulling the trigger. Blood spreading across the fine silk, him falling at my feet. Pain rips through the center of me, stealing all the air from my entire body. What? No. What in the fuck is happening?
“Strip.” One word, it stings with the force of a whip across my sensitive skin.
That part of me acting on base instinct does as he commands, standing on legs made of rubber. I fumble with the bow at my waist, it drops from bloodless fingers. The catch at my waist takes far longer to undo than it did to secure it. For a moment, I hesitate as the ends of the dress splay open. A growl comes out of his chest. It spurs me into action. I move to pull the dress off entirely. Letting it fall to the floor at my feet. His eyes, heavy as a touch, run over me. I work to take in air to starving lungs.
“Everything. I want to see all of you.” Another growl vibrates through him.
Can he see how wet I am from here? The panties cling uncomfortably to me. Hooking my fingers at the sides, I push them down to my knees before they finally fall on their own. Before I allow myself to think about it, I undo the catch between my breasts.
I blink, and he’s in front of me. Massive, he’s fucking massive, a wall of muscle and silk so close heat is coming off him in waves running over me. I’m staring at the middle of his chest, unable to bring my head up to him. I don’t see it before it happens, the back of his finger runs down the slope of my breast. My whole body shudders in response to the electric shock of his skin against mine. Oh god, a flood of hot wet heat surges to my core. A gasp escapes me as that finger slides down to the areola stopping right before the hardened nipple begging for his touch.
He moves, walking behind me, so close I wonder how he doesn’t brush against me. The same touch is there at the curve of my ass. The stunning electric shock happens again, and my legs almost give out from under me. I sway but manage to stay standing. Moving again he is back in front of me.
My eyes go down to see his cock tenting his pants. Nine inches, Lisa said. Why the hell is my mouth watering? I hate giving blow jobs, loathe it.
His hand is in my hair. Roughly, he uses it to guide me to my knees.
