Taken_ A Dark Mafia Romance - Piper Stone Page 0,71

took me to, but I was giddy, unable to think clearly. He’d allowed the woman inside to be free, opening up like a flower needing the nourishment of sun and water.

“Yes,” I whispered, as if he needed affirmation. He knew me better than I knew myself, at least in the ways of carnal desires.

A deep chuckle floated around me as he pinched my nipples, once again grinding his hips, telling me exactly what he was going to do to me. The pain was exquisite, every part of me on fire. He was taking his time, forcing me to wait until he was ready.

A man with absolute control.

A man who expected total surrender.

Matteo nipped my earlobe, the words a continuation of the dream. “If anyone dares to try and take you away from me, they will face my wrath. They will suffer.”

I was enthralled, goosebumps popping along my arms and legs, my pussy clenching and releasing.

“Tell me what you see, sweet Winter,” he commanded before biting down on my neck.

My legs threatened to slide to the floor, and I made my grip on the railing tighter as I looked at the ocean. “Life.”

“Tell me what you want.”

I hesitated until he twisted my nipples, growling into my ear.

“You,” I whispered.

Whether or not he was surprised, I was unable to tell but he released his hold, dragging his fingers back over my shoulders. Everything was sensual, provocative, and filthy. I was floating in air as he raked his nails down my spine, tapping my bottom before kicking my legs apart.

“Then you will have me,” he answered, fisting my hair with one hand as he drove his fingers between my thighs, teasing my wetness.

I bucked my hips, a blatant beg for him to drive his fingers deep inside.

“Delicious things come to girls who wait.” He growled after saying the words, yanking my long strands until I was forced to arch my back. His chuckle was even more demonic, a man possessed with an all-consuming need.

There were no words to describe the sensations that tore through me as he slipped a single finger between my swollen folds, moving beseechingly slowly until he was able to flick it back and forth across my clit.

“Oh. Oh...” I couldn’t keep from whimpering as he swirled his finger around my tender tissue, pinching then releasing several times. Every muscle in my body was tense from anticipation, my breath skipping as I tried to blink.

He rubbed up and down my pussy before dipping his fingers into my wetness, flexing them open. “Wet and tight. I could feast on you for hours, driving you to an orgasm then pulling back.”

“Mmm... I could do the same.”

His laugh was genuine, free of the earlier strains of anger and worry. “Yes, you could. Then you know what you’d receive. Right?”

“Maybe,” I breathed, my mind cloudy as the sensations increased, shooting through me like a beautiful firecracker.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to remind you.” With a quick snap of his hand, he swatted my bottom several times. Only this wasn’t about punishment. This was about domination.

“Ouch,” I pressed, purring afterward.

“Yes, my sweet girl. I will enjoy spanking you later, but my desires are too great.”

I loved his deep baritone, the guttural breathing that I remembered from my dream. He knew how to keep me on edge, pulling me from my comfort zone. When he slipped his fingers back inside, pumping in a slow and easy fashion, I opened my legs wider, clamping my muscles around his beautiful long digits.

He twisted his hand, keeping the rhythm, bringing me so damn close to an orgasm. I heard my scattered breathing, knowing I couldn’t hold back for long. “Oh, yes. Yes.”

“That’s it, my baby girl. Relax. Enjoy. I want you to come for me. Come on my fingers.”

He thrust harder and faster, his fingers driving as deep inside as possible, the force shoving me against the railing. I could no longer feel my legs, whimpers continually floating from my mouth. Everything was a wonderful blur as the climax began to build, the warmth turning to red-hot sizzle even as I tried to hold it back. I wanted this to last, but my body refused to obey.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” The orgasm was so powerful I couldn’t hold back a scream, every part of me shaking.

“Good girl, baby. Come again,” he whispered, thrusting brutally.

There was little I could do but obey, the wave crashing into my system, this time stealing my voice. I was all but shattered, stripped