“If you belonged to me you’d already be on that bed with your legs spread.”
My stomach tightens at the thought. I swallow and try to push down the desire his words cause. I can’t control my body's reaction to him. My nipples pucker, and I grow wet between my thighs. I was so sure when he had me pinned to the bed hours ago it wasn't really desire I felt. I’d convinced myself that it was all my emotions needing a way to escape. Nothing more. But now? Now I don’t have an excuse.
“And what would you be doing if you were between my legs, Cato?” I keep the tremble from my voice, barely.
I can’t help but take in his form. Broad shoulders. A thick chest. I’d have to spread wide to fit a man like Cato between my thighs.
He closes the space between us in the blink of an eye. There really is no outrunning this man. He moves like a predator even at his size. And for a brief moment, my body begs me to let it be his prey.
“Would you like me to show you?” His hand comes down onto my hip, and he pulls me closer to him. His fingers dig into me in a possessive hold. Damn, he smells good, too. I didn't know power had a smell, but it does and it’s all over him.
I let out a small laugh. “No, I don’t need to be pinned to a bed and fucked hard.” My own words aren't helping my arousal as I think of him doing exactly that to me. I lift my chin, meeting his eyes. “Any man can do that. I’m sure I could wander down the hall and find one now. There are so many of you around.”
His other hand comes to my hip as he lifts me off my feet. A small gasp leaves me as he drops me onto the bed. The robe comes undone and falls completely open.
“What kind of men have you been with, Apollonia?” He stands on the side of the bed and stares down at me.
I should close my robe. I really am playing with a wild animal. This is going too far too fast, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’d only meant to toy with him a little. To give him a little show.
But I have to admit that I rather enjoy sparring with him. He sparks anger and so many other emotions in me. All of them better than the sadness that never seems to truly go away. Except in these moments when the only thing I can focus on is him. He seems to be able to chase it off.
“You want to hear about the men I’ve been with, Cato?” I lift up on my elbows. I have no idea where this bravado is coming from. The way his eyes are eating me up, you’d think I was a real temptress and not someone full of shit that has no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never tried to seduce a man. I’ve never even been with a man.
What is turning me on most of all is the jealousy he can’t hide. It’s all over his face. The way his body strains to maintain control does something to me. I oddly love it. It makes me feel powerful for once. It doesn't matter if I’m the one on the bed below, I still have something over Cato. I’m not sure many others can say the same. If any.
He snatches me by the ankle. “I don’t care about the other men you’ve been with. They might care about me, though.” He gives me a wicked smile.
“Are you going to track them all down and tell them what a big, bad man you are?” I taunt. “Don’t you have better things to do?”
He yanks. I let out a surprised scream. My ass hangs off the side of the bed. My heart does something funny when he kisses the bottom of my foot over the bandage.
“I do have better things to do.” He drops to his knees, then presses a kiss to my foot where I’d wrapped it. It’s almost too gentle for a man like him, but it only piques my interest more. When he’s done, he’s not gentle anymore as he spreads my thighs apart with his big hands.
I should stop him. I let this go too far. I was only supposed to be teasing him. But now I can’t stop.
My body has taken over and it wants what Cato has promised. All I can think about is the feel of his fingers as they slide down my thigh. “Fuck you hard? Yes, I will fuck this sweet cunt rough and deep one day.”
My clit starts to throb. I bite the inside of my cheek so that I don’t moan. It’s almost unbearable.
“Lioness, you don’t have to try and hide that you want me to touch you. I can see that for myself. Your cunt is begging for my mouth.”
I can feel the wetness for myself. More heat rushes to my face.
“Don’t think I’ll beg,” I grit out. My mind is begging me to do just that. I have no control over my body. It’s screaming for release.
“Beg? I’m quite sure I’m the one on his knees.”
Something inside me cracks. I’m the one that’s supposed to be seducing him. Why does it suddenly feel like it’s the other way around?
“Cato.” I breathe his name. I have no words for what I’m feeling. I don’t even understand it.
“No, I’d never ask you to beg for this. Though you might beg me to stop. You asked for this when you taunted me with my own men. When you threatened to give this perfect pussy to someone else. Remember that, lioness,” he says before he buries his face between my thighs.
8
Cato
She doesn’t fight me as I devour her, and her wetness doesn’t lie. She wants this as badly as I do. Even so, I take it from her, using my tongue, my teeth, and my lips to cover her cunt and lash her clit. I want her to remember this, to remember my mouth like a brand on her pink flesh.
So I suck down all her sweetness, then push my tongue inside her. She gasps, her hands fisting the blanket as I growl against her flesh. I must have her, and I won’t be denied. Not when she’s gone to such lengths to tease and defy me.
I press harder against her, shoving my tongue deeper and staking my claim. She moans as I pull out and focus on her clit. I slide two fingers into her wet slit and spread them, making room for my cock. She needs it just like she needs a reddened ass for flaunting her beautiful body with her door open. Just the thought of my men seeing her sparks a rage in me.
Pulling back, I take my palm and slap her wet cunt.
She yowls and tries to sit up, but I shove her down.
“You will never show these tits to another man.” I slap her again, then press my palm to her clit and rub her slick skin.
She arches under my touch, her dusky nipples hard and begging for my teeth.
“You will never show this ass to another man!” I slap her again.
“Cato!” she cries and tries again to rise.
I push her down and cover her, my hips between her thighs as I claim one of her tits with my mouth and the other with my hand. She’s wild beneath me, her hips grinding against me as she yanks at my hair and curses me in Italian and English.
I suck her tits and twist her nipples, feeling her as she soaks through my pants, her cunt juices heating my cock. Her lips beckon, each pant an invitation. I accept it and claim her mouth, giving her a taste of her delicious pussy as I ravage her plump lips.
Her nails rake across my shoulders, and I pin her again, bending her to my will as I tongue her deeply. She fights, but not enough to convince me, not enough to make me stop. Because I can feel her heart beating, racing right along with mine, both of us invested in our shared pleasure. She stops thrashing and returns to moving against me, trying to get the friction she needs. I won’t give it to her. Not like this. She’ll come on my face or not at all.