Page 270 of Breaking Rosalind
“Not here.” My gaze darts to the door. “Miranda might return with her breakfast?—”
“Sofia told me she’ll keep her for a few hours, so we can talk.” He smirks, placing emphasis on that last word.
“Lock the door, so we can have a nice long conversation,” I say, mimicking his tone.
With a grin, Cesare rises off the mattress and hurries to the door. The soft click of the latch sends a pleasant shiver down my spine that travels straight to my pussy.
He strolls back, his pale eyes blazing with desire, but I’m more fascinated by the long, thick cock straining though his silk pajama pants. The pulse between my legs thuds so hard and fast that its vibrations spread down my inner thighs.
“Better?” he asks, his deep voice curling around my senses and making every inch of my skin tingle.
“Much.” I shift on the mattress, my skin already burning with anticipation. What is it about Cesare that makes me so weak? The answer is simple. I’ve finally met the one who makes me feel safe. A man who will never stab me in the back.
There are no hidden agendas with Cesare. He always communicates his intentions. And he’s exactly my type. Sensitive but brash. Vulnerable yet strong. And an endless source of physical attraction.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over. I love the way he wrestles me into submission.
He sides beside me on the mattress, his fingers reaching for the button of my pajama top. “Remember what I said about us talking?” he says as he pops the first button. “That was a lie, pet. I’m going to fuck so much love into your tight little cunt that you’ll scream your feelings.”
I grab his wrist with a hard yank that throws him off-balance. Before he can react, I maneuver myself to pin him onto his side, slide my hand into his open fly, and wrap my fingers around his hard cock.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a laugh.
“Starting as I mean to continue.” I give his earlobe a sharp nip. “I like it when you take control, but sometimes I want to be the one who makes you squirm.”
“Bad girl.”
I squeeze him around his base so hard that he makes a choking sound. “Maybe I’m the one who wants to fuck love into you.”
Breathing hard, he lets me stroke up and down his shaft and shivers as my fingers glide over the piercings around his crown.
“Sensitive?” I ask.
“Only around you,” he says. “No one’s ever done it for me from the moment you walked into the club. Now, let go of my cock, and kneel for me like a good little pet.”
I slide my hand down his shaft and reach for his balls, weighing them between my fingers. “Maybe you should be the one kneeling between my spread legs.”
Cesare groans as I give his balls a gentle squeeze. “Pets who misbehave don’t get their pussies licked.”
“What did you call me?” I squeeze harder, eliciting a moan so deep I feel it in the marrow of my bones.
He swallows hard. “Pet.”
I squeeze harder, implanting my nails in his sac, and making his body jerk. “Try again.”
“You’re racking up the punishments,” he says with a low growl that sends a thrill of excitement up my spine.
“Fine words coming from a man who’s pinned on a mattress with me holding his balls hostage.”
He flips us both across the mattress, so I’m the one lying on my back. I reach for his neck, but he grabs my wrist and pins it above my head. My other hand snakes between our bodies to take control of his balls again, but he captures that wrist in an iron grip.
“Hold onto the headboard,” he growls, his eyes burning with lust.
I laugh. “Hell, no.”
His lips pull back in a predatory grin, the same one that used to make my blood run cold. But now, my pulse races, and I’m heating up with lust. Back when I was his captive, that sinister smile signaled impending terror. Now, that grin holds the promise of a thrill.
Moving my wrists together, he holds them within one hand, and yanks the silk of my pajamas down to my hands to form a makeshift restraint.