Deadly Deception | 18+

Limousine

The air is thick with tension, and I feel my heart beating erratically in my chest from his unnerving proximity. 

His cologne fills my nostrils and clouds my judgment and actions while pulling me closer against my will.

There is nothing more I want to get him out of my system, and he isn't making it easier for me, either.

I hate him. I hate him more than anything I've hated before.

But I also crave him.

I long for his gentle but rough touch, wood and aftershave odor, dazzling brown eyes, and smokey and deep voice that sends shivers down my spine.

Riccardo Ricci has an unyielding power over me; one that both captivates and terrifies me.

My pulse races as he grabs my chin, not too hard but hard enough to put me in place, forcing me to face him.

The corner of his mouth twitches, and an unamused darkness flickers in his eyes. "Gladly." He responds to my previous remark Fuck you.

Oh, god.

His hands are rough as he tugs the hem of my dress, sliding it up to my thighs.

"Let go of me." My voice trembles with rage and something more dangerous: desire.

His grip tightens. "Never." He breathes out in a low and deadly voice. "Now, tell me you want this as much as I do."

His other hand travels down to pussy leisurely and caresses the inside of my thighs but never once touches where I want him to.

My legs open wider instinctively, and heat swirls inside my stomach at his mere touch, making me bite my lips to suppress a moan.

"Riccardo." A frustrated whimper leaves my lips, eliciting a chuckle from the beast himself.

"Il mio piccolina." He whispers darkly, his lips brushing my ear.

I couldn't stop the moan that left my lips. Everything he does turns me on, but it triples when he talks Italian.

"Tell me how much you want me, Daisy. Only then, I will fuck you."

I do something that surprises both of us. I fist his dress shirt in my hand and pull him to me in a swift motion as my mouth crashes onto his, not with softness but with urgency and need.

Riccardo takes control of the kiss as he kisses me like a starved man, raw and violent. His kiss is punishing, rough, and dominating as if trying to prove a point.

I bit down on his lower lip, angry at him but mostly at myself. His chest trembles as he growls before sliding his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it, and making me taste his blood.

A moan leaves my lips as he rips my panties off and leaves me bare beneath him before shoving it inside my mouth to silence my screams. I moan again when I taste myself and become more aroused.

"I am going to remind you exactly who you belong to." He growls as his eyes darken when he takes in my dripping pussy.

He grips my tights and shoves them wider as he positions himself at my entrance, which I had no idea when he'd taken his slacks off.

Without warning, he trusts into me, hard and unrelenting, his hand holding my hip to keep me in place.

My cry is muffled with my panties in my mouth, but Riccordo's grunt is loud as thunder. Maybe he's the one who needs things stuffed in his mouth, not me.

He places his other hand on my throat as he sets a punishing pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.

The limousine rocks silently with the force of his thrusts and the sound of our bodies colliding. His gaze never wavers on my face as my breath comes in ragged rasps as I claw onto his arm on my throat.