No Strings Attached

Chapter Nine

I gape. "East 37th Street."

"East 37th. Yes, pay him twenty. I'll bring down the money to you in a bit."

I shake my head as he hangs up. "I really don't need a taxi. It's a few blocks down from here."

Only a few steps away from me, with just a reach out of his arm, I'm in his grasp, being pulled to his side. As my head tilts up to peer disbelievingly at him, his mouth is upon mine. I melt into his firm lips as his hand covers the nape of my neck.

"It's not safe for you to walk at this time of night... especially not looking like this."

His other hand moves over the silk, pulling my backside into him. A gasp of shock leaves me at the familiar hardness between our bodies.

"Are you—?" I shake my head, looking up at him, awed. "How?"

His lips seal over mine, his mouth gentle and coaxing even if his hands are tight. I don't know what comes over me, but my arms are suddenly surrounding his neck, my mouth desperately deepening our kisses.

And just like that, we're mad.

Hands quick with a rushed fever, he's pulling up my dress. I'm pushing down his briefs. We sink to the floor. He pulls me onto his lap, pushing back the fabric with enough force to tear it. With his grip strong on my hips, our mouths clashing violently, he pulls me onto his solid hardness.

"Ah," I breathe, grimacing from the soreness. My hands cup each side of his neck as I move against him, unable to turn this away. The apartment is eerily quiet apart from our ragged breaths, our untamed sounds of pleasure.

Neither of us speaks, invested onin achieving our satisfaction with haste. He pulls on my lip, and I moan in pain, letting my head fall back as he moves to my throat.

Jesus Christ.

The phone blares through the apartment above us.

I feel Giovanni's hand leave my hip and his mouth pulls away from mine. He stretches upwards, grabbing the phone from the hook.

I grin, tilting his neck, nibbling just beneath his jaw as he brings the phone to his ear.

"Henri," he says with difficulty while my hips rock faster onto him. "Ye... yes, she will be on her way down now."

He has to stretch again to place the phone back into the slot. I let out a yelp as his hands come back to me with a far greater roughness than before.

"Is that how you want to play at this?"

I nod with amusement, looking down at him. "Mhm."

"I see."

He brings his hand between us. "This has to be fast."

The moment his fingers press to my clit, I gasp, surprised by how sensitive I am. He grins, enjoying my reaction.

"You're going to feel this for a week."

My eyes close. Oh, I have no doubt.

After ten seconds, it doesn't hurt. The soreness fades, and I'm building. I'm building fast to the speed of his hand against me.

I'm climbing and climbing, only to embrace the sweet descent into oblivion with him, silk on flesh.

Reveling in sweet trembles, I am shaken to my core.

"Oh... fuck," I gasp, dropping my head onto his shoulder.

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