Sold by Clarissa Wild

Marcello

I pounceon her in a flash, and she drops the dumbbell on the floor. One of my hands finds her throat, the other clamps on her hip.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I growl.

“Nothing,” she says, her voice shaky as I hold her throat tight. “Let me fucking go. I’m just trying to work out.”

“Bullshit. You and I both know you were thinking about something else.”

My fingers curl around her waist and dig into her skin, the mere sensation causing her to flinch, her pupils dilating without her noticing. But I do, and I fucking love it. I press harder on that vein in her neck, and a sexy whimper leaves her mouth, making me hard as a rock.

“You want me … Say it. You’ve wanted it since we sat at that table, where I left you wondering what if,” I say, leaning in to take a whiff of her deliciously intoxicating scent. “What if you let this man take what belongs to him?”

Our eyes connect, and the moment feels like it lasts an eternity before I grab her wrist and shove her against the mirror.

My face is mere inches from hers, her lips quaking with a need I fully understand. The same need has been coursing through my veins for hours, every second of the day I’m away from her too long to accept.

“Beg, kitten,” I demand.

“No,” she bites out.

For a moment, we stare at each other, wills clashing, her defiance warring with my thirst to control her. And fuck me if it’s not making me hard as steel for her.

I let go of her throat—but only for a second. Just long enough to spin her around and rip down her spandex shorts. She shrieks, but the sound is silenced by my hand moving up from her throat to her mouth.

“Tell me the truth,” I murmur into her ear, and I slap her ass so hard she shrieks again, the sound making my cock twitch.

God, I love that sound. I could listen to it all fucking day. That’s how drunk I am on her sexual energy. And I want more where that came from.

So I slap her other ass cheek and force her to let out another one of those squeaks.

“What are you doing?” she scoffs. “You can’t just—”

I wrap my hand around her throat again to silence her. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. Your body … this pussy …” I plant a hand right between her thighs, sliding a finger back and forth across her sweet slit. When I pull back, the wetness is obvious. She’s a liar, and she knows it.

“It belongs to me.”

My torso is pressed against her body as I reach down to free my cock, pushing it up against her ass. She flinches as if she’s afraid I might do something that I can’t take back. But we’ve already long crossed that threshold.

“And now I’m going to take what I’m owed.”

Without warning, I thrust into her velvety soft pussy, filling her to the hilt. All these days of sexual tension building up between us, of teasing and denying each other—it all melts away when I’m buried deep inside her sweet, wet pussy.

She gasps and moans with each of my thrusts, and her breath fogs the mirror. My eyes are fixated on hers, never satiated with the looks she gives me. The fire in her eyes grows weaker and weaker as I fuck her hard, and I fucking love every second of it. Because I know for a fact my cock is breaking her, inch by inch, until nothing but wantonness and desire are left.

Reaching a hand up, I grab a fistful of her silky strands and yank back. “Look at yourself while I fuck you,” I demand as I relentlessly drive inside her like a madman.

Each slam of my hips coaxes a fresh moan from her. Her ass quakes with the force of my thrusts.

“Look at me claim you, kitten. Is this what you wanted? Me fucking you hard against this mirror?”

Her whimpers grow louder and louder. I slide a hand up her sweaty torso and rip her sports bra down so I can palm her bouncing tits. I grab her nipples and twist them until they are hard. She whimpers in place, her body desperate for more, even though her face tells another story. She hates that she loves it so much, and I can’t help but grin from recognition.

“Your body tells me everything I need to know, kitten,” I say under a heady breath as my hand moves down her chest and along the supple flesh to her pussy. “Now let me give it to you.”

When my hand dips between her thighs, her throat tightens and squeezes out what little air is left. I start flicking her clit, slowly at first, then speeding up the pace as her breaths become more ragged by the second.

“Please …” she murmurs.

“Please what?” I respond, still slamming into her, adjusting my pace to allow her to get to the edge.

I want her to feel just how badly she wants it, savor it, and then … maybe then … I’ll let her fall over.

But first, she needs to …

“Beg.”

“Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head.

“Say it. Say the word, kitten. And I’ll fucking give it to you like no one else ever will.”

“Fuck!” Please, give it to me,” she says, her voice fluctuating in tone like she’s disappointed in her own admission of defeat.

The smug grin on my face only grows deeper. “Good kitten.”

I pull out to savor the wet juices lathered all around my cock, and the pussy splayed wide open right in front of me, begging me to fill it up to the brim. And as she turns her head to look at me, I slam back inside again, watching her face turn from pure anger into pure lust as her lips form an o-shape.

“Your pussy wants this. Do you feel it now, kitten? The undeniable need to bend over and be fucked by my cock?”

She doesn’t respond, but her moans tell me enough. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my hard cock with all her might, and it feels so good I’m on the verge of releasing myself inside her.

“Yes, kitten. Milk my cock and show me how badly you want this,” I growl, grasping ahold of her hair as reins while I slam into her.

I take a good look at her in the mirror, swiping my eyes over that delicious body of hers so I can imprint it in my mind. Each time I pull back, her body inches away from the mirror so I can have a full view of her. Her tits are pushed up against the mirror, nipples hard and begging to be sucked. Her lips are parted like she’s trying to say something, but each slam of my hips against her ass knocks the wind from her, and it causes her to mewl even louder.

My hand finds its way to her pussy again, and I circle around her clit until her pussy begins to tighten even harder. She’s getting close, I can feel it, and it’s turning me on so much that I need her orgasm in order to be satiated.

The scent of her heat, the sound of her moans, the feeling of my cock at long last hammering inside her—it’s turning me into a goddamn sex-crazed monster.

“Come, kitten,” I demand breathlessly.

On my command, her body begins to convulse, and a cry tears from her. I drink in her release, memorizing the expression of pure ecstasy on her face.

Feeling her pussy spasm tightly around my cock is all it takes for me to explode. I groan out loud as delicious spasms rock through me. One, two, three giant spurts as I empty myself inside her.

When the orgasm subsides, I slump against her. I bury my face in her hair as I focus on catching my breath. The scent of her smell, the heat of her body … all of it intoxicating as hell.

Holy fuck. That was unexpected and intense.

What is this woman doing to me?

I thought I was buying myself a prize to fuck until I had my fill. But as soon as she mentioned the names Frank and Molly Fitzgerald, I realized I’d opened Pandora’s box.

Fuck.

I pull out of her and step back for a second to witness the onslaught of my own lust right in front of my very own eyes. And I shake my head with disbelief as she watches me through the mirror.

I don’t care what she thinks. What she feels. What she needs.

At least, that’s what I tell myself as I shove my cock back in my shorts. And without another word, I stalk out of the gym.