Forbidden: House of Sin

  A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at me and reached for the buckle on his belt. “Keep your hands behind your back, gattina, or I’ll bind them.”

  My sex clenched at that command, and a wicked thrill rushed through me. Would he really bind me so I couldn’t move? The thought both frightened and electrified me in ways I didn’t expect.

  He pulled his belt free, then unhooked the button at his waist and slid the zipper down. I heard the rasp in my ears but felt it flame in my blood.

  “I like you like this,” he whispered. “On your knees, surrendering yourself to me.” He reached inside his pants and drew his cock free. “Now open your mouth and show me just what you can do with those lips.”

  My rebellious mind fought against his words, his commands, but my body was no longer listening. The musky scent of his arousal filled my senses, making my mouth water. And when I saw his cock, the shaft long and hard and thick—thicker than any other I’d seen—the head an angry shade of purple and weeping with his excitement as he slowly stroked himself, the last of my resistance disappeared.

  I swayed with the lust I felt for him. It was an insatiable hunger inside me. Licking my lips, I leaned toward him and opened my mouth. He groaned as the head passed my lips and my tongue brushed the flared underside. Tightening my lips around his shaft, I drew him deep, until he brushed the back of my throat, then released him, letting his length slide almost all the way free before sucking hard once more.

  “Ah cazzo, che si sente bene,” he groaned. “Sì, gattina. Just like that. Your mouth was made to suck my cock. Take me deeper.”

  From any other man, I would have balked. I’d never much liked giving oral sex. It had always felt degrading in some way. And right now—on my knees, with my hands pressed behind my back, listening to his dirty commands as he thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my face as if he were fucking my sex—I should have felt disgraced and humiliated. But I didn’t. I felt powerful. The flush to his features, the veins straining in his neck, the way he stared down at me in absolute adoration… It all made me feel as if I were the one in control. As if I were the one dominating him. And it suffused me with so much heat and hunger, all I wanted to do was suck him so hard, he exploded across my tongue.

  I tightened my lips around his shaft, stroked harder with my tongue and swirled it around the head. He groaned and raked a hand through my hair, pulling me toward him as he thrust against my throat. I tried to swallow him but gagged. He immediately drew back, letting me breathe. When he saw I was okay, he thrust deep once more and moaned.

  The sounds of his pleasure made my body tremble. I didn’t think it was possible, but being used like this only made me wetter. Spreading my knees, I pressed my hips forward as I sucked him, desperate for something to ease my ache, frantic to be touched. Unable to handle it anymore, I pulled one hand from my lower back and pushed it between my legs, sliding my fingers through my wetness and over my clit. Electricity arced through me. I flicked faster and groaned as I sucked him even harder.

  “Oh, you naughty little girl.” He pulled his cock from my lips and grasped me at the shoulders, hauling me to my feet. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself like that.”

  I gasped. My hand fell from my sex. Breathless, I reached for him, wanting to feel his lips on mine, wanting his tongue in my mouth as he thrust his cock deep inside my body. But before I could reach him, he twisted me in his arms, pushed me toward the couch, and bent me forward over the arm of the sofa.

  His hand landed against my upper back to hold me down. “Spread your legs, Natalie. Show me that greedy little pussy.”

  Oh sweet heavens… His words were like liquid fire igniting an inferno in my blood. I dropped my forehead against the couch cushion, feeling completely filthy as he’d told me I would, loving every single second of it. Groaning, I spread my legs, letting him see all of me. Desperate for him to use me as he’d promised.

  With one hand still pushing me down, he slid the fingers of his other hand along the length of my spine, between my cheeks, and over the crinkled mass of nerves. I jumped. He did it again, chuckling at my reaction. “Have you ever been fucked here, naughty girl?”

  I whimpered at both the forbidden sensation and the dirty act. He didn’t want to do that to me right now, did he? Fear and an excitement I did not want to like warred inside me. “No,” I gasped.

  He teased me there one more time, making my body jerk. “Mm, you’re so responsive. I can’t wait to show you how it feels.” He slid his fingers lower, through my wetness. “But I’ll have to show you later. Right now, I need to make this pussy beg.”

  He slid two fingers deep inside me. I instantly groaned because it was exactly what I wanted. Sensations overwhelmed me as he drew out and thrust back in again. My hips pressed back against him. My climax rushed forward once more, charging toward me. My whole body tensed.

  He withdrew his hand and slapped his slick fingers and wide palm across my backside. “You really are a greedy little thing. Do you want to come?”

  “Yes.” My whole body shook, and I whimpered because I was so fucking close.

  “How bad?” His hand slid through my wetness again, teasing my clit. “Tell me how bad you want to come, Natalie.”

  “So bad.” I squeezed my eyes tight and pushed back against him, rocking into his hand, desperate for the release that was just out of my grasp. “Oh yes…”

  “Beg me.” He flicked faster. “Beg me to let you come.”

  That command… I squeezed my eyes tighter and dug my fingernails into the couch cushions, resisting the urge to follow that one command.

  “Do it, Natalie.” He thrust his fingers inside me again, flicking his thumb over my hypersensitized clit at the same time. “Beg me, and I’ll give you your release. I’ll give you everything you want.”

  I don’t know why I held back. I knew if I did what he wanted, he’d give my climax, just as he promised. But submitting that way—begging him like that—I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I could give him almost anything else, but the independent woman inside me…the one he liked, dammit…knew if I surrendered in that way, I’d lose a little piece of myself I wasn’t willing to let go.

  Perspiration dotted my forehead and dripped down my temple. I bit my lip and groaned as I pushed back against him. He muttered, “Cazzo,” and a thunk echoed behind me as if something hard had hit the ground. His hand at my shoulders released the pressure holding me down, and I felt his fingers digging into my thighs, pulling my legs wider apart. Gasping, unsure what he was about to do, I pressed my weight into my palms and tried to push up. And then I felt the flat of his tongue dragging through my wetness, circling my clit, and thrusting into my core.

  “Oh, fuuuuuck…” The image of him behind me on his knees, lapping at my sex, sent fire swirling inside me. I pressed back against his mouth, riding his tongue, spiraling like lightning toward a climax I knew would destroy me. “Yes, yes, don’t stop, oh yes, faster…”

  Just before the orgasm claimed me, his wicked tongue pulled free of my body. I screamed in frustration. Foil crinkled at my back, then I felt his hands on my hips, pushing me forward so my ass tipped higher over the arm of the sofa. The expensive material of his slacks brushed the backs of my sensitive thighs, and then the head of his cock slid over my clit, making every inch of my body shudder and shake.

  “I’ll make you beg,” he growled.

  I didn’t hear anything else he said. He’d teased me so long, I couldn’t hold back. The moment he thrust inside me, I shattered, climaxing around his steely length with a scream that echoed in my ears. He gripped my hips and pounded into me, driving himself hard toward his own climax, but I barely noticed. I was lost in an orgasmic bliss that seemed to have no end. Lost in overwhelming ecstasy. Lost, I knew, in the very darkness he’d tried so hard to keep me from.

  So lost, some part of me realized, with a whisper of fear, that I might never been found again.

  Chapter Thirteen

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p; Luc

  I’d completely fucking lost it.

  My body twitched with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt. I lay over Natalie’s back, pinning her to the arm of the sofa. Her skin was slick with sweat, sticking to my dress shirt and slacks. I tried to push myself off her, but her tight little pussy clenched around my cock, milking me of the last drops of my orgasm, and I groaned all over again.

  I never lost control. I was on the verge of losing control again right this fucking minute. In my quest to force her submission, I’d let my hunger get the best of me, and I’d pounded into her like a savage. I hadn’t even lasted five damn minutes. Or stopped, knowing she was injured. Disgust rolled through me. Disgust at my actions and aggravation that she’d defied me. That—bloody hell—I wanted her to defy me right now, all over again.

  Her pussy was too tight, her body too damn hot. Sensing I was teetering on the edge of something I knew I wasn’t ready for, I grasped the condom at the base of my dick and pulled away. She whimpered as I lifted off her but didn’t move. I tugged the condom free and tossed it in the garbage near the small kitchen.

  Tucking myself back in my pants, I watched her. She hadn’t yet moved, just lay over the arm of the sofa breathing deeply. I knew she’d come. I’d felt it the moment I drove inside her. And I both loved and hated that fact because it hadn’t been at my command. Because it had been so powerful, it had dragged me into that blinding pleasure with her.

  The urge to pick her up and toss her over my lap so I could force her to submit with the flat of my hand overwhelmed me, making me hot…making me hard. Shaking, I backed away from her and scrubbed a hand down my face.

  What the hell was happening to me? What the fuck had this woman done to me? Sex was supposed to sate this raging hunger inside, but my body was already tightening with an uncontrollable need to prove to her all over again that she was mine.

  I didn’t want her to be mine. I didn’t want any woman to be mine. I wanted domineering, rough sex, which I’d pretty much just gotten. I should be done with her already.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Natalie’s throaty voice hit my ears just as something around my neck tightened. My lashes lifted in surprise, and I looked down into her sizzling blue eyes as she pulled me toward her with both of her delicate hands wrapped around the ends of my bow tie.

  My brain short-circuited. She was completely naked, wearing nothing but those sexy-as-shit fuck-me heels, her gorgeous body damp and flushed from her orgasm. And she was looking up at me as if I was the answer to every one of her fantasies.

  Powerless to resist her, I let her pull me in. And when she lifted to her toes, I met her lips with mine and kissed her the way I had in the elevator. The way I’d told myself I should never kiss her again. The way that made me weak in the knees and left me wanting things that weren’t just sexual.

  My arms wound around her waist. I lost myself in the soft wet heat of her mouth, in the tenderness of her kiss. Vaguely, I realized she was pushing the jacket from my arms, that she was tugging the shirt from my slacks and sliding the buttons free, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of her sweetness, more of her innocence. More of the woman who’d made me drunk with lust from the first moment I’d seen her.

  She pulled me toward her, taunting me with her wicked mouth, unsnapping my pants with her tantalizing fingers. The back of her legs hit the couch. I tightened my arms around her and lowered her to the cushions, desperate to feel every inch of her body against mine, desperate to let her consume me with her goodness. I kissed her deeper as I rocked my hips against hers. She groaned into my mouth and opened her legs, making room for me.

  I wanted more. I wanted everything. I kissed my way down her throat and clasped her breast in my hand. She groaned and arched beneath me. I drew her tight nipple into my mouth and suckled. She shuddered and squeezed her thighs against my sides, making me absolutely ache with the need to thrust inside her.

  “Ah yes, Luc.” Her fingers streaked up into my hair. “More. I need you inside me again. I can’t wait. Take me.”

  Her voice was like a melody in my ears. Her words hypnotizing me to her will. I pulled a condom from my pocket and pushed my pants the rest of the way off, kissing her other breast, pressing my lips gently around the angry red cut on her side, trailing my tongue down her belly toward her sex all over again.

  God, her scent…

  My head grew light from her arousal as I rolled on the condom and teased her clit with my tongue. Groaning, she lifted her hips and rocked against my mouth. I wanted to feel her come on my tongue, but the need to see her eyes when she did was too overwhelming, and I couldn’t wait another second.

  I kissed my way back up her torso to her neck and finally her mouth. She opened immediately and drew me into a blistering kiss. Her legs fell open, and my cock brushed her silky wetness. Fire shot down my spine with the need to thrust hard and deep, but I wanted to see her face when I did. Needed it the way I needed air to breathe.

  Pulling away from her mouth I said, “Natalie, look at me.”

  Her eyes fluttered open and held mine. And something in my chest broke open wide when I saw the trust in those tender blue pools.

  “Oh yes, take me, Luc. Make love to me.”

  Her hand slid around my nape, and she pulled my lips down to hers. I groaned, powerless to do anything but push inside her. I fought the urge to close my eyes so I could see her reaction. She groaned just as loudly and didn’t look away, trapping me in her gaze, holding me tight deep inside her body, claiming something in my chest as hers and no one else’s.

  I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. I couldn’t look away from her. Couldn’t do anything but thrust harder as she whispered for me to drive deeper. I felt myself falling into something I knew I wasn’t ready for, felt my soul tearing open, felt her devouring me with every grunt and gasp and whisper and gaze. And even before my climax hit, I knew I was fucked, and not in any way I’d ever wanted.

  I’d set out to dominate her purity and seduce her into submission, but I was the one who was crumbling. In a few short days, she’d taken control of my wants and desires and most basic needs, and that didn’t just steal my breath, it frightened me right down to my bones.

  Because I knew there was only one way to keep her safe now. I had to completely break her so no one could take her away from me.

  * * *

  I don’t remember sleeping.

  I do remember holding her most of the night. Naked, skin to skin, her cheek resting against my chest as she slumbered, her hair tickling my shoulder while her legs entwined with mine beneath the sheets.

  She was fire and flame warming the coldest spaces inside me. I couldn’t get enough of her, and my appetite wasn’t just sexual. She’d done something to me. She’d awoken a part of me no one had ever touched. I’d given her the chance to leave. I’d done everything to push her away, and yet she’d stayed. And now that she’d broken through my walls and shone her light over the darkness inside me, I couldn’t let her go any more than I could sever a limb.

  Of course, that was going to cause major problems within the family. I didn’t want them anywhere near her. I didn’t want her innocence tainted by their corruption. I’d have to keep her hidden from them, and that meant separating my two worlds. I wasn’t sure I could pull it off, but I couldn’t see another choice. Now more than ever it was vital to both our survivals that she did exactly as I said.

  She stirred in the bed and rolled to face me where I sat in the chair across the room. The sheet rode low on her belly to expose her gorgeous breasts to my view. Sunlight slanted through the windows, bathing her pale skin in ribbons of gold.

  I sipped my coffee and watched her, remembering the way she’d given me that body last night in the living room. Again in the shower where I’d carried her after she’d destroyed me on the couch. And then in my bed until we were both absolutely weak. I couldn’t wait for her to give me everything again—but from here
on out, I needed to be firm that it happened on my terms, not hers.

  Her eyes fluttered open. She focused on me across the room, and I watched confusion draw her brows together to form adorable creases in her forehead that faded quickly into a sweet smile I ached to kiss from her lips. “Good morning.”

  “Buongiorno.”

  She shifted one hand under her pillow and stretched, pressing her breasts out toward me in a way that made my mouth water. “What are you doing way over there?”

  “Drinking my coffee and watching you.”

  Her smile widened, and a familiar heat seeped into her sleepy blue eyes. “I like you watching me.”

  My cock stiffened. “I know you do.”

  A blush rose in her cheeks, and she pulled her gaze from mine as if embarrassed by my bluntness. She glanced over my slacks and dress shirt rolled to my elbows and open at the collar. “How long have you been awake?”

  “A few hours.” I rose, moved to the table near the window, and poured her a cup of coffee. She watched me in silence as I stirred cream and sugar into her cup, and brought it to her in the bed.

  Tugging the sheet up to her breasts, she fixed the pillow at her back and sat up. Her hair was delightfully rumpled, hanging in scraggly curls around her face, and her skin was void of makeup, but to me, she’d never been more beautiful. All I wanted to do was slide back between those sheets with her, but I couldn’t. From now on, I needed to lead her where I wanted her to go, not the other way around.

  “Grazie,” she said as I handed her the cup. She lifted it to her mouth and sipped. A smile pulled at her luscious lips as she glanced up at me. “You were paying attention.”

  “I pay attention to everything, gattina.” I set a plate of breakfast pastries on the table beside her. “Eat.”

  She reached for a croissant and lifted it to her lips. “What does that word mean?” she asked between bites. “You used it several times last night.”