The level of darkness enshrouding his face was chilling, his eyes becoming nothing but blackened pools.
He said nothing as he trailed his fingers down to mine, his gaze following. He’d yet to come, to spill his seed inside me. The gentleness was tossed away as he spun me around, taking one of my hands then the other and slapping them against the airplane hull, the window in front of my face. When he jerked me by the hips, bending me over and spreading my legs, I let out a whimper.
I knew instinctively what he was going to do.
Making good on his promise.
He remained clothed as he moved behind me, leaning over and taking a deep whiff. I could see his reflection in the window, the unbridled desire creating creases in his forehead.
“You are beautiful,” he stated in a husky, dominating manner, the tone creating vibrations dancing down my legs. “Now, I take you in the ass.”
I bit back a cry as he rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass, a series of growling noises wrapping around me. A reminder of his authority. He slid the entire length of his cock into my pussy once again, his throbbing shaft filling me completely.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I pushed against the cold hard plastic, arching my back as he pumped several times, wanting this to last.
“You need so much training,” he said under his breath before smacking my bottom twice, leaning over until he was able to nuzzle his face against my neck. “You will learn that I have extreme tastes, sadistic needs.”
His harsh whisper only served to fuel the fire burning deep within.
I held my breath as he pushed his cockhead to my dark hole, barely inserting.
When he entangled his fingers in my hair, yanking my head, I clawed the window. “And you will learn to like them.” He slid his cock inside, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
The pain was instantaneous, blinding, my heart hammering in my throat. “Oh, God. Oh... You... Bastard.”
He exhaled, the sound guttural and thrust the remainder, one hand still keeping his grip on my hip. “Exactly.”
I was shaking all over, loathing my body’s reactions to the horrible intrusion, taking my virgin asshole. Lights flashed in front of my eyes as I attempted to catch my breath. The moment he began to pump in slow and even strokes, my muscles struggling to accept his girth, a series of bottle rockets began to explode. Tiny pinpricks at first, they quickly erupted into uncontrollable pleasure.
“That’s a good girl. Take every inch of me.”
His words were harsh, his actions brutal, yet I slipped into pure bliss, the force shoving me against the hull. This was insane.
Amazing.
Powerful.
Horrible.
I couldn’t think clearly as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed between us. He was powerful in his actions, driving hard and fast. I could hear his heavy breathing, could tell he was trying to control his needs.
Matteo smacked my bottom several additional times, the pain and pleasure a dangerous combination. I was lost to the ecstasy, whimpering like a little girl.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”
With another hard yank of my hair, he forced me to gaze at our combined reflection, issuing another reminder.
“And never forget. You. Are. Mine.”
As his breathing became more scattered, his growls continuous, I kept my eyes pinned on the man staring back at me.
Angry.
Haunted.
Despondent.
I squeezed my muscles and as he erupted, filling my dark channel with his seed, I could also see something else.
He was hiding a dark secret, one threatening to destroy him. Maybe I was the only one who could save his very soul.
Chapter Nine
Matteo
Impetuous.
I’d made what Christian might call a ridiculous and impetuous decision to take Winter away from our community. We certainly had the numbers to protect her; however, I knew without a doubt she would try any method to get away. That would further endanger her life. I’d suspected she had plans on leaving the city, returning to Florida. My single call to the airline had confirmed my fears.
She had no idea just how important she was or the price that I assumed was on her beautiful head. If nothing else, the Taglionis would use her defiance as a weakness. I’d had little opportunity to find out anything else from Christian before tracking her down. At this point, she’d become far more important and not for the reasons she believed.
The dark cravings I had for her had shifted into something else entirely. She was a spark of life, a