She doesn’t demand I put her down or strike me. She’s like a rag doll across my shoulder as I open my bedroom door and throw her on the bed. She’s moving, scrambling away from me. As she turns, I grab her by the waist and drag her body back to mine.
Her heart beats wildly in her chest, her breathing is erratic. I place one arm across her chest to keep her still and use the other to open her trousers. She thrashes, and when I tighten my arm across her chest, she stops.
Opening her trousers, I raise my arm to release her and drag them down her legs. She starts to crawl off the bed.
Grabbing her ankles, I drag her back and climb further onto the bed.
“NO! Please. I’m sorry.” Her pleading should make me pause, but she’s disobeyed me too many times.
My hand comes down heavily on her perfect ass, cutting off her pleads. She’s frozen as I bring my hand down again; her soft, plump flesh turns red under the assault of my hand. I don’t stop but strike her a few more times until she’s shaking under me. Her cries have me completely stopping, my handprints on her ass have me dipping my head and pressing a kiss to her skin.
“You need to understand that I have all the power here, Printsessa. And when I ask a question, I expect an answer.”
She continues to cry, and I kiss the red skin.
“What were you doing in the phone booth?” I ask and spin her around. Her eyes are red and swollen from her tears. But her hard nipples press against the flimsy material of her bra.
Anger tightens her lips together, and I admire her. She’s protecting someone, someone who is very dear to her. Was it a friend like she had said it was? Male?
That thought has my gaze roaming down her flat stomach to the black lacy material that covers her pussy.
“Are you going to answer me?” I ask as I slip my fingers under the dark material.
Her gasp has me looking back at her face, and she shifts.
“I’d advise you not to move, or I’ll spank you again.”
She’s rooted to the spot, and I let my finger slide over her swollen bud. She gasps again at the contact, her gaze pinned to the ceiling. I should stop, but I can’t.
I slip my fingers lower until two of them press along her entrance. I want to slide my fingers inside her, but I also don’t want to tarnish her for when she is handed back to Igor. I slid my fingers back up and rubbed her clit.
She tries to move again, her focus returning to me. “I’ll gladly spank you again.” I almost want her to move, and when she doesn’t, I continue my assault on her clit.
Her hands reach out and clench the sheets under her, she’s fighting off the sensation, and I move my fingers quicker. My cock presses painfully against my trousers, and the thoughts of fucking her sweet, pure pussy have me spreading her further and running three fingers across the swollen bud.
She gasps again and is ready to move away from me when she arches her back and moans. I want to taste it, I want to taste her juices, but I keep moving my fingers, thinking I’m the first man to make this beauty cum.
She cums seconds later, her fingers tighten around the sheets, and she cries out. She continues to vibrate and shake under my hand in the aftermath of her orgasm. She’s staring at me like I just appeared, and when I remove my fingers from her panties, I place them in my mouth and taste some of the sweet nectar that I’m sure still flows from her.
“You shouldn’t touch me.” Panic claws at her, and she’s pushing herself up, but I slowly push her back down and climb on top of her, pressing my hard cock against her pussy.
“I can do what I want to you, Evie.” I grip her wrists and drag her arms above her head. She smells fucking delicious. “I could fuck you right here on this bed, and no one would do a thing about it.”
Her breath brushes my neck as I lean in and press a kiss to her jawline. “I’d sink my cock into your virgin pussy. It wouldn’t be nice, Evie.” I let a laugh slip from my lips. “It would be very nice for me.” I lean out to look her in the eyes. “But not you. I’m sure you know a woman’s first time is painful.”
A lone tear slips from the corner of her eye, and I’m ready to stop torturing her.
“Who are you trying to ring?” I ask again and push my cock that throbs painfully in my trousers against her core. I want her to defy me. I want an excuse to allow my darker side take over.
Would Igor demand the money, or would he punish me for my disobedience?
“Lucca.” My name from her trembling lips has me tightening my hands around her wrist, but it’s made me pause.
More tears leak from the corner of her blue eyes. I haven’t seen many women cry, not ones under me anyway. Any woman under me is normally moaning out my name, not shedding fucking tears.
I release her wrists, but she doesn’t move, and her cries don’t stop.
“I lost everything at ten.” Words babbled fall from her lips.
I don’t blink as her confession fills me. Why should I care? She was here to help me solve this case.
“I can’t lose any more.” Her lip continues to tremble.
“Why are you telling me this?” Did she expect me to care?
My words have her tears drying up
