I want Natalia to bow down to me.
To see her on her knees, looking up at me with those brown eyes.
My cock twitches at the thought of it.
I walk back into the bedroom with a white towel tied around my waist. Natalia sucks in a ragged breath, those beautiful eyes of hers widening as she discreetly sweeps her gaze up and down my body.
“How many men have you fucked, Natalia?”
Those defiant eyes of hers harden as they flash back to mine. “None of your business.”
“How many?”
She pinches her plump lips together and stays quiet.
I raise my voice. “Excuse me?”
“Three,” she finally answers.
“Good. That’s a short list of men I need to kill.”
She winces. “What?”
“If you’ve fucked my wife, then you need to die.”
“That was prior to you.”
I shrug. “Again, if you’ve ever stuck your dick into my wife, then you die.”
Her tone turns harsh. “And what about you … and your women?”
“If you want to hunt down every bitch I’ve fucked and kill them, go ahead.” I smirk. “I’ll have Rocky clean up the mess for you.”
“You are ruthless.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know, sweet Natalia.” I drop my towel when she opens her mouth to talk more shit, but her words are swallowed down as she inhales a deep breath.
It’s as if the towel hitting the floor knocks some sense into her, and she slaps her hand over her eyes. “Jesus, do you mind?”
“No.”
She slowly drags her hand away from her eyes.
I watch her watch me.
My cock twitches, and her nails dig into her blanket as she fights the urge to lower her eyes.
“Considering you’ve fucked three men, I’m sure seeing a cock is nothing new to you,” I add.
And even though it’s the last thing I should do, I lower my hand, taking her eyes with it, and wrap it around my growing erection.
How am I this hard over this woman?
Over my daughter’s friend?
I stroke myself once while staring at her.
Her eyes are entranced on my cock, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip.
I give myself another slow stroke, my cock hardening every second, and I wish I could replace the hand with the woman’s across from me.
The room swells with desire so deep that I can smell it, and we haven’t even touched yet.
She doesn’t take her eyes off me.
“Do you want something, Natalia?”
“Gigi will hate me,” she whispers.
“Gigi suggested we marry.”
“As a ruse.” A harsh pant accompanies each word.
“Suit yourself then.” I give myself another stroke and control the groans forcing their way up my throat.
“Can you stop doing that?”
“What?”
Her eyes leave my cock, and she looks at me while gesturing to my hand.
I’m not normally a man who jacks off in front of women, but I do when she’s practically salivating for a taste, debating on her next move.
“I fuck women, Natalia.” My voice and cock harden. “If you don’t want to fuck me, that’s fine. But warning: I will get it elsewhere if not from you. I’ll even be kind enough to give you a heads-up.”
Fuck. Just get your ass over here and wrap those pretty lips around my dick.
She stares at me with a fire burning in her eyes and smirks. “That’s so sweet. I will extend the same courtesy.” She says her words with a sense of self-satisfaction, as if she’s proud of herself.
I stop my stroking. “If you want him and yourself to die, then go ahead. The five minutes he lasts won’t be worth your lives. I can promise you that.”
She turns silent as her eyes wander back to my erection and settle there for what seems like an eternity.
As the desire intensifies, I return to stroking my cock. “If you want it, Natalia, it’s yours.”
I’m sure she’s sucked cock before.
She was with Vinny.
I want her mouth, her pussy, her everything at this moment.
I’m not a man with many weaknesses, but the woman in the corner, her wide eyes and mouth staring at me, has become one.
I freeze when she slowly slides the blanket off herself, stands, and walks toward me.
CHAPTER 11
NATALIA
I, Natalia Carprio, am an idiot.
I’ll admit it.
An idiot who’s taking short steps toward this dangerous man and practically salivating as I do it. At this point, I should tell Cristian to pistol-whip some sense into me.
All the boundaries I promised myself I’d keep from this monster are shoved into that dark corner.
This is a man who’s threatened my life countless times.
A man who was prepared to sell me to a mob boss with no apologies.
And my best friend’s father.
All reasons for me to run for my life—literally.
Instead, I’m walking toward him, each step fearless and consumed with desire.
It’s impulsive, and in the back of my head, I’m positive regret will swoop through me in the morning.
His cock is thick and long—the largest I’ve ever seen.
“If you want it, Natalia, it’s yours.”
Mine. For tonight at least.
But will I do the same for him—give myself over for tonight?
If so, will he return the favor?
I remember the nights Vinny just wanted a quick blow job, and our intimacy was over. With Cristian’s cruelty, I wouldn’t be surprised if he blew my brains out after I blew him.
Stupid, stupid, Natalia.
But Cristian, he has this pull to him.
A pull that will make anyone bow to his feet.
Cristian’s breathing is controlled. His arms are flexed, his hand still circled, but not moving around his thick cock, and my fingers ache to touch him, to feel what I know will give me an experience I’ve never had. We make direct eye contact, his half-lidded eyes trained on me before skating his gaze over my barely covered body. The black bralette and cheeky boy shorts that Helena brought over are completely see-through, hence why I assured I was covered when he returned to his bedroom for the night.
As soon as I reach him, Cristian closes those masculine hands over my shoulders, putting heavy pressure on them. “Get on your knees, Natalia.”
I gulp but stand firm. “I don’t take orders.”
“You do now.”
And only because my insides are burning for him, urging me to surrender all rationality, do I slowly drop to my knees. The monster’s face relaxes in satisfaction. The carpet is soft and warm against my legs.
When I’m settled, Cristian’s hands drop from my shoulders, and he rubs the head of his cock over the seam of my wet lips. “Suck this cock like you’re a woman convincing a man to marry her.”
My bottom lip tingles. “I’m not convincing you to do anything. I’ll suck your dick because I’m horny, not because you’re demanding it.”
He plunges his large hand into my hair. I wince when he roughly tugs the long strands, wounding them around his wrist, and he yanks my mouth so close to his erection that my nose presses against his stomach.