What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,71

screaming as her shoulders spasmed in pain, and he fucked her as hard as he could. Everything hurt, and everything felt amazing.

And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, she felt his hand on her hip. Rubbing over it and down the front of it. Smoothing across her belly, then dipping between her legs. Tapping against her pussy before rubbing and touching. When two fingers slid inside her, her whole body started to shake.

“I own your time because I paid for it,” Ari panted from behind her, his finger moving in time with the cock in her ass. “And now I own your body because I've claimed every part of it.”

“Yes,” Valentine cried, pulling her at her restraints, using the pain to stave off the orgasm. “Please, Ari, please.”

“Say it,” he ordered, and she felt the fingers of his free hand drag down her back, fingernails scratching the whole way.

“You own me,” she whispered. “You own every part of me.”

“And you want this.”

“God, I fucking want this,” she cried. “I want this every night. Want it all the time.”

“And what is it you want right now, Saint Valentine?” he demanded. She closed her eyes.

“I want you inside me. I want you to come inside me.”

“That's quite a gift,” he chuckled, but he started thrusting harder with his fingers. She groaned at the double penetration. “But since you've been such a good girl, I'll tell you what – I'll come as soon as you do.”

He's really quite a generous man.

Valentine relaxed all her muscles and promptly let out a scream as her orgasm shredded her. Every muscle she owned spasmed and pulsed, her entire pussy seizuring around his fingers, her ass gripping his cock. He groaned, but kept pummeling away, fucking her harder than ever.

“Fuck, Ari, I can't, it's so good. Too good. Please, please, I want you to come, please,” she sobbed, her whole body trembling and shaking, her sore arms bearing half her weight.

“God, I love it when you beg.”

The thrusts turned downright brutal, and when he started spanking her, her orgasm just intensified. She was no longer capable of words, she just moaned and groaned, her face buried in the blankets as she prayed for survival.

But if I don't, what a great way to die.

“This is what you wanted,” Ari was shouting. “This is what you asked for, someone to take control. Someone to take over. Someone to fuck you right and take care of you. This is what you wanted.”

And then he was coming with a roar, his cock buried deep in her ass, pulsing and throbbing. Valentine shrieked again and clenched around him, startling another shout out of him. His fingers left her core and both hands gripped her hips so hard, she knew there'd be bruises in the morning.

I do love a good souvenir.

“Fuck,” he breathed when her muscles finally unclenched. “Goddamn, Val. Fuck.”

She didn't respond, though, because Val had left the building. She could never handle something so intense. No, it was Saint Valentine stretched out on that bed, her body trembling because she'd just been fucked in the ass for the first time, and she'd had no idea she'd love it so much.

It's funny, when he said I had to do anything he wanted, I never imagined I'd actually do it, or that I'd actually like it.

Ari finally pulled free of her, so she let her hips drop to the mattress, her legs splaying out behind her. He smacked her playfully on the butt once, then laid down next to her. She lifted her head enough to peek over her arm, and she could see that he was stretched out on his back and breathing hard.

“That was ...” she finally managed to speak. “I've never ... you ...”

“You're welcome,” Ari chuckled, and she laughed, as well.

“Jesus fuck, Ari, that was ... amazing. The best. Ever.”

“I know. And it was only the beginning.”

Valentine froze in place, caught between apprehension and excitement.

“The beginning?” she finally asked, and he turned to face her. His thick blonde hair was a wild mess of waves on his head, and she wished she could drag her fingers through the locks.

“Silly girl,” he teased, and he reached up to rub his fingers along her sore wrists, just below the metal bands. “Now that I've got you where I want you, did your really think I'd let you go?”

Valentine looked up at the handcuffs. At the red marks that were already wrapping around her wrists. She licked her lips