Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“I guess you own me completely now, don’t you?” Marissa snaps.
I straighten from when I doubled over. What?
“You agreed not to take Milano’s only to buy this place? Really, Gio?” She tries to slap my face.
I catch her wrists before the slap lands and slam her back against the wall.
She gasps.
“Careful, angel,” I growl through gritted teeth. I still can’t even see straight from the agony in my balls and the pain makes me aggressive.
Very aggressive.
I lean my face down into the crook of her neck. “I like to play rough. Keep it up, you’re gonna get fucked hard against this wall.”
She twists and bites my jaw.
Cristo, was that her answer? She wants me to fuck her? Or is she just fighting back?
And why the fuck do I question my every move with this girl? Clearly it’s always gonna be wrong.
I shove the aching bulge of my cock between her legs.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” I snarl. My forehead comes down to hers and we glare right into each other’s eyes. “Either you apologize real nice for the ball-bust or I’m gonna punish you with this cock until you can’t walk straight. Capiche?”
I wait.
She pants, glaring back at me.
No apology.
I give it one more beat. Then I switch her wrists to one hand and palm her mound with the other. I’m rough.
No feather-stroking. No light clit-rub.
It’s more like a possessive grab.
She’s pissed because she believes I want to own her?
I’ll fucking own her.
I pull up with my grip, lifting her to her toes.
She bites again—this time my neck. I chuckle darkly. “Bad girl.” I rub between her legs, then shove my hand down her pants to get her at her pussy.
She’s wet.
The last of my conscience slips away with that discovery.
“Baby, you’re about to find out what it means to be owned.” I screw a finger inside her and her wild eyes widen. I get a second finger in and thrust up.
She bites down on her lip so hard it bleeds. The little grunt she makes gets my dick rock hard. I fingerfuck her, trying to find her G-spot on the front wall. Eventually I find it—the place where the tissues stiffen up under my touch.
Marissa makes an unintelligible noise.
I’m trying to figure out how to get my dick out while still fingering her and pinning her to the wall. Not gonna work. Too bad it’s impossible. I pull my fingers out of her and suck her juices off.
“You want to know what it’s like to be owned by Gio Tacone?” I pull her off the wall and twist her wrists behind her back, then push her over one of the dining tables.
I yank my belt out of the loops and she gets scared, looking over her shoulder at me as she tries to straighten.
I push her back down and smack her ass once with the belt. “I wasn’t going to whip you, angel, but I will if you need that.”
She goes still, listening, breathing hard.
I wind my belt around her wrists and cinch it tight. Then I yank off her pants and panties. She helps me by kicking off her shoes.
Another small sign of consent.
Marissa wants a good hate fuck right now. Craves it as badly as I do.
There’s a red mark from the belt blooming on her ass. I like the way it looks, so I spank her some more with my hand.
It feels fucking amazing.
Her little mewls make my aching balls throb more. My palm stings with the impact. I watch her skin turn a pretty blush. Now that I’m going, I don’t really want to stop. I could spank her all night.
“You think I bought this place to own you, Marissa? That’s what you really think?”
Her ass dances under my slaps and she shifts from foot to foot. “Why else would you?” she shouts back at me.
I spank her even harder, going for the backs of the thighs. She squeals with genuine alarm, and I lighten up and go back to her ass. “I’ll tell you why I bought it, angel. Because you didn’t want me to rough up your boss, and I needed you to be safe. I bought it so I could fire his ass and give you some more creative freedom.”
Marissa makes a strangled sound. She goes perfectly still for a moment, panting hard. Then she tugs harder at her wrists. “Gio,” she cries.
“Hush.” It’s a sharp command. I don’t want to hear whatever it is she’s going to say. I stop the spanking and pull out my cock. “You know, it’s much easier this way, really.” I fish a condom out of my wallet and roll it on. “Both of us just agreeing I own you. I was trying too hard to be the good guy.” I grip her hips with one hand and my cock with the other and push in. She’s so fucking tight. “But Tacones aren’t good guys. Right, Marissa?”