Burned Dreams - Page 57

“Good. As long as you don’t ask me to hurt you, I will give you anything you want. But we should have some rules. If it gets too much, and you need my hand off, you’ll tell me right away.”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” He kisses the shell of my ear and continues his unhurried pump.

He is so big that even with him going slowly, I still gasp for air with every stroke. His hand on my neck makes the sensation more thrilling. My legs shake, threatening to turn to jelly, and I need to hold on to the bookshelf with all my strength or risk losing my footing. When he fills me completely, I close my eyes and a steadying breath leaves my lungs.

Alessandro stalls, his right hand still at my throat, while his other hand glides upward and over my hip.

“Uncomfortable?” he asks as he gently squeezes my side.

“Just a little,” I whisper. It’s more intense, having him take me from behind.

“I’ll make it better.”

His hand slips back down, long finger sliding between my folds. He circles my clit, his movements leisurely and controlled, while his other hand matches the caresses at my neck. My breathing picks up and, with every breath, the feel of his swollen cock within me heightens.

The circling rubs around my clit get faster, and every stroke to my core just a bit more profound. His fingers on my neck follow a similar rhythm, and I can’t quite decide what I should focus on. I’ve lost all ability for rational thought.

Alessandro moves his hips, slowly rocking into me. “Are we good?”

I can’t reply because I’m drowning in the sensation.

“Ravi?”

“God, yes,” I choke out. “More.”

He slides inside me to the hilt, and I’m ready to explode.

“It shouldn’t feel so good,” he rasps next to my ear. “I can’t describe how incredible it is to be buried in your warmth, hearing your moans, feeling your pulse under my fingers. There isn’t a comparable sensation to that, and I’m losing my mind over it, Ravi.”

He pulls out and then slams back in, pinching my clit and lightly squeezing my throat at the same time. I scream, and stars burst behind my eyelids as I come.

Keeping his hand around my neck, he continues to pump while I ride the currents of weightlessness.

Ravenna’s arms are wrapped around my neck as I carry her across the foyer toward the staircase.

“The front door camera,” she mumbles into my neck.

“It only covers a five-foot radius around the entrance.”

“How do you know?”

“I hacked the surveillance feeds.”

She is silent for a few moments as if mulling over my reply, and then I hear a muffled laugh. “I thought it was the bird poop.”

“What?”

“When I saw you zigzagging across the lawn. I thought you were trying to avoid bird poop or something, but you must have been taking a route that will keep you off cameras.”

My lips curve up. “Clever girl.”

Reaching Ravenna’s bedroom, I take her inside the bathroom and lower her next to the shower stall. The light is off so I flip the switch on the wall, but nothing happens.

“Rocco shot out the light fixture,” Ravenna says, her voice sounding unusually meek.

I look up at the ceiling, then scan the small space until my eyes snag on the polished brass knob on the opened door. It takes me a moment to comprehend that there is something seriously wrong with the locking mechanism. The outer part includes the turn button, but the inner handle does not. What’s more, the inside knob is missing a pinhole that allows the lock to be released in case of emergency. This set provides neither privacy nor safety, and no competent tradesman would ever mount it in place.