Catherinelle by Diane Portman-Ray

 

 

12

 

His face was a mixture of hostile and sympathetic. There was a fight inside of him, trying to decide if he wanted to kiss me or put me on the sink counter and spank me red, and honestly, I was game for both.

“Why the hell did you run off like that? You wanted me to chase? That was your game?”

“No.” I was running away from him; I was running from the bomb that ticked off in my heart.

“Do you know how stupid that was? Everybody knows I went home to follow you. How do you think that looked, Cat? Do you think your mother bought that excuse about Gino telling me to watch you at all times? Because I don’t think she did.” It seemed like the hostility was winning. “You make me play a dangerous game, and for what? Because you think you know what jealousy is?”

That made me explode. Think? Even after having him burry his face between my legs, for Hugo, I was still that clueless girl hanging to the leg of her brother’s best friend.

I pushed myself up and scowled to match his expression.

“Then why did you come after me? I didn’t ask you to. If I’m this gullible creature who can only bring you trouble then what are you doing here?”

He stepped forward, trapping me between him and the bathroom wall, then reached his hand to touch my bottom lip. The softness washed over his features again, and I felt I was facing Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“I told you already. I can’t stand to see you sad, princess. You stormed out, and on my mind was just one thing – find you and bite these pouting lips of yours. Vito stopped me on my way out; he tried to convince me to stay for another bottle, and I almost punched him in the face. I would have taken the kid out with one hit. All to get to you.”

My chest was raising up and down while I was listening to his barbaric avowal. I wanted him to turn all savage for me. It was only fair when I was sliding more and more into a slavish hunger for him. He called me princess – royalty – but I was at his feet.

“You have me cornered now. What are you gonna do about it?” I traced the line of his jaw with my finger.

“You want to push me.”

“I want to face The Monster.”

The fire burning in my eyes was reflecting into his, and when I pulled him to me, I heard a growl in his throat. To stop him from protesting again, I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, making the buttons fly everywhere. As soon as his chest was uncovered, I put my hands on him, feeling the beating of his heart.

“Cat, I need to get you out of this fucking dress.”

“You don’t like it?” My voice was sweet as honey, and I fluttered my lashes like they were butterfly wings.

“I like it too much. It drives me crazy. You can’t wear it in public anymore.”

“What?”

He didn’t give me an answer; instead he paid me back splitting the top of my dress clean open while I was gaping at him. I couldn’t believe he just destroyed my dress. My very pretty, very expensive dress.

“Damn it, Hugo, it had a zipper.”

“Shut up. Take it off,” he said while tugging on the material, and I helped him, pushing it down and standing there in the black, lacey lingerie.

The bra and thong were not covering much, but instead they had multiple straps curling around my body, creating an erotic effect. Monique insisted I couldn’t leave her shop without it, and it seemed her well-versed woman expertise was useful because Hugo was looking at me like he was a hungry lion, and I was the gazelle.

“Turn around,” he growled, and when I did, he pushed me flat into the wall, pressing one hand on my back and taking the other down to my ass.

He grabbed a handful, then slapped me hard enough to make me gasp.

“Ouch!”

“Hush.” He traced my curves with one finger. “You’re going to whimper a lot tonight. You wanted to play with matches, Cat? Now you have to walk through the fire.”

Effortlessly, I was picked up and thrown over his shoulder, only to land on the bed seconds later. He was at the edge of the bed, standing over me like a tyrant trying to decide what to do with his prisoner.

“Come down here and kiss me.”

Our lips locked, and I wrapped my limbs around him like I was a climbing plant on an old building. My arms were around his neck, my legs around his waist, there was no space between us, but still, I didn’t feel we were close enough.

“I wanna fuck you, Catherinelle,” he said above my lips, and I laughed.

“Finally.”

“It won’t be nice. I can’t control myself.”

“I don’t want nice. I want you. Just you, baby.”

He kissed me again, touching my soul with his tongue. We were so deep in the kiss, I almost didn’t feel his hand landing on my breast and squeezing it. He pushed down the rim of my bra then went down to wet my nipple with his tongue, making waves of shivers to break over me. While Hugo kept exploring me, I rubbed my body on him, looking for some kind of release. Feeling like he was moving too slow, I snuck my hands down my body and started pushing my underwear down my legs.

“Are you in a hurry, baby girl?”

“Yes, I want you. No more stalling.”

“I need to be sure you’re ready for me.”

“Hugo, there is a stain under me! I’m ready. I’ve been ready for days.”

I felt him tensing up under my touch as a last resort to control himself.

“Let’s see how you do with fingers first.”

He stepped forward enough to get off my panties and throw them away over his shoulder, leaving me once again bare and open in front of him. Hugo still had his clothes on, his shirt hanging open and giving me an eyeful of his massive, sculpted chest and all his tattoo work. He was built like a machine, and it woke up something so fucking primal in me.

He lowered himself on one knee and carefully placed my legs on his shoulders, and I pushed myself up on my elbows to look at him.

“Tell me when to stop, baby girl,” he said, looking straight into my eyes.

“Don’t.”

Without delaying it anymore, he dragged two fingers through my slit, spreading the moisture around until he made his way to the entry of my body. My anticipation hit the roof, and I moaned even before anything happened, just from the intimacy and eroticism that charged the air in the room.

He first pushed one finger inside me, slowly and with care, and I felt every single inch. There was no pain – not yet – but the sensation was strange. The back-and-forth move felt delicious, and I wanted to beg Hugo for more, for faster, for harder.

“You are so wet, princess. I wanna lick you clean.”

He slipped another finger inside me, and I fell back on the bed and grabbed onto the sheets to fight through all the sensations.

“Hugo.”

“You like that, baby girl?”

Somehow I managed to make my mind put together a full sentence.

“So much. Take your clothes off, Monster. I want more.”

I didn’t only hear his chuckle, but I could also see it in his eyes.

“Eager much, princess?” he mocked but left my body to get to his feet and perform a little striptease for me. The shirt went first and then he took his sweet time to unbuckle his pants and lose them, leaving himself uncovered in all his glory, like a savaged Hercules.

I dragged myself further away to give him space to kneel between my legs, and he did just so. His body fell over mine, pushing me into the mattress with his weight, and I was able to feel the shape of his every muscle. His erection was rubbing on my thigh, and my first instinct was to move my leg against it, making Hugo grunt from his chest.

“Easy, princess. This is hardly the moment to push me.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” I said honestly. My body was just reacting out of instinct, trying to get closer to this man.

“Are you ready for me, baby girl?”

“Yes.”

His hand grabbed my jaw and forced my eyes to stay pinned into his.

“Catherinelle, are you sure you want this? There’s no going back from this. Your precious Nucci blood will be spilled.”

His eyes were loaded with meaning. I was marking him, putting a secret in his hands that would hang heavy for life. Only enemies spilled our blood, and they had to pay for it.

“Hugo…” my lower lip trembled involuntarily, “I don’t want to turn you against your own.”

Surprisingly, he laughed shortly.

“This is not about me, princess. Right now, no one could make me walk away from you. Not your brother, not an entire fucking army, but I need to know you’re sure.”

“I’m ready.” There was no hesitation, no second guessing in my voice or my heart.

He nodded and fit himself better between my legs before sliding his hand down and grabbing his shaft, guiding the tip to my entrance. Out of instinct, I pushed my hips toward him, but he pushed me back down.

“You have to let me lead this, baby girl.” And so I did. I trusted Hugo with my body. I trusted him over everyone.

He took another deep breath before pushing slow but steady into me until half his length made its way inside and then gave a strong single thrust that broke my body’s barrier. The jolt of pain when that happened was sharp and struck me from the top of my head to the end of my toes. I felt painfully stretched, ripped open by his callous cock and the nine silver balls that I felt caressing my inside. I was full of him, and it felt amazing, but the pain made my face twist, and a weak cry escaped me, no matter how hard I tried to keep it locked in.

Hugo put his forehead over mine, keeping the rest of his body completely still and breathing down on me like a mighty dragon.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. So sorry.”

“No, don’t. Just give me a minute to adjust.” I raised my chin, and he met my mouth halfway for a soft and tender kiss. “You’re a lot to take in.”

“Thank you, baby girl,” he said, and I responded with a cocky smile.

“Are all men like that?” I fluttered my eyelashes with innocence, trying to rile him up.

“No,” he answered with no shame. “And I’m not gonna give you a chance to check that out.”

Without any warning, he moved his hips back, dragging his length almost entirely out of me. The pain was still there, but it faded in front of the pleasurable electric shock I felt when the silver balls slowly moved inside me. When Hugo pushed himself back in, I almost lost my fucking mind. My hips shot up to welcome him, and my eyes went to the back of my head.

“Hugo! Damn it with those silver balls.”

“You like it, baby girl?”

“Yes.” He gave me another thrust. “Yes.” And then another. “Yes!” And then another.

My muscles contracted around him, almost like my body didn’t want to let him go, and my nails dug into his back. I knew I was going to give him claw marks, but it was only fair when he was scratching my soul open.

His hips found a steady rhythm, but it was too slow. Hugo’s jaw was locked, and I could almost hear him grinding his teeth; his breath was quickened, and his arms were tensed like chord as he fought to control himself. He was giving me the man, but I wanted The Monster.

When the pain paled and I started getting used to his massive dick making its way to my core, I was ready to take the reins. I chained his neck with my arms and launched into a kiss drowned in passion and started moving my hips, forcing him to speed up.

“Fuck, Cat.”

“Harder,” I said into his mouth. “I need all of you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you more.”

“I don’t care, Hugo. I need it.”

“Fuck!”

It was true; I didn’t care about anything except feeling him more.

He pushed himself up on his knees and pushed my knees up to my chest, holding them there.

“You asked for it, so don’t come crying to me when you’re sore all over, princess.” He marked his words with a hard push.

“Destroy me, Monster.”