Impossible Odds

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It was too much. Unable to withstand the temptation any longer, I reached my hand around to cup her from the front, finding her opening and surging inside. “f**k, Giada. You’re every f*****g fantasy come true.” I wrapped my free hand around her chest, drawing her close as I f****d her with my fingers. My palm rubbed against her stiff bundle of nerves while my fingers found the sensitive spot inside her, massaging and coaxing every ounce of pleasure from her. Giada writhed at my touch. Her head rolled back on my shoulder, and she ground her ass against my raging erection. She was more than responsive. She was a s****l goddess, unbridled and free. As much as I wanted to sink my c**k inside her, it would be a grave mistake. Fingering her was one thing, but coming inside her would seal my fate. I would have become hopelessly addicted, and I couldn’t allow that to happen. At least that one tiny shred of my control still held. Instead, I used the friction between us to ease the ache in my balls, pulled tight against me and begging for release, and focused my attention on seeing Giada come apart. I didn’t have to wait long. Within minutes, her breaths became shallow pants, and her legs quivered beneath her. “That’s it, little monster. Get my hands filthy with your cum.” She exploded at my words, crying out and arching so sharply, I had to step back to keep us upright. Her body slowly softened as I teased out every tiny contraction until she returned to reality and stiffened with the realization of what she’d done and who she was with. When she leaned away and supported her own weight, I reached for her panties and jeans and pulled them back up over her hips. Her body was still facing away from me, but she turned to glance at me over her shoulder. I stepped forward, bumping her gently and forcing her to press her front against the wall. “You can keep the lighter,” I whispered into her hair. “I’ve found something infinitely more appealing. I’ll be in touch.” Before she could say a word, I slipped from the room and disappeared into the club. OceanofPDF.com Chapter 5 Giada The storage room door slammed shut behind him, leaving me standing dazed and alone. Only then did the sharp scent of chemicals register. I glanced around at the cleaning supplies stacked on metal shelves and wondered what the f**k had just happened. Did I really just get finger f****d by a strange stalker guy in a club? Holy s**t! If my cheeks weren’t flushed already, they became engulfed in flames— no doubt, I was red as a tomato. Why? Was I embarrassed? Not exactly. I saw no reason a woman couldn’t have just as much casual s*x as a man. One-night stands weren’t my habit, but they’d been known to happen. What had just transpired was different. This guy wasn’t someone I’d met on Bumble. I’d stolen from him, and he’d tracked me down across the country to confront me. To punish me. And I’d let him. I’d had guys spank me or try to act all dominant before, but I rarely bought into it because that play couldn’t be faked. Men often liked to think of themselves as assertive, but I’d yet to come across one who wielded the requisite authority and self-assurance to pull it off. Until now. Every single aspect of that man’s being radiated power. Control. For once in my life, I wanted to obey. All thoughts of challenge drowned in a vast sea of anticipation. My bare skin pricked with awareness, and when his palm collided with my ass, a stampede of sensation careened through my body. I think you take things hoping one day, someone just like me will track you down and make you answer for your crimes. The truth in his assertion rang loudly. Why else did I take things? Yes, the thrill of getting away with my crimes was a part of my enjoyment, but I also possessed a sick curiosity about getting caught. The theft of worthless items wasn’t nearly as exciting if the person never knew the object was taken. And with him especially, I had wanted him to know what I’d done. I hadn’t expected him to track me down, but I’d wanted him to know it was me. Wanted him to remember me. What was the point of denying his claims and fighting him when I didn’t want to be free of him? I had wanted to know exactly what it felt like to have his full attention. The thrill was off the charts. But so was the fear. I hadn’t planned to broadcast my father’s mafia activities to a stranger, but he literally had me backed into a corner. It was the only weapon at my disposal, but he didn’t even flinch at my threat. It was terrifying, but somehow that fear was also exhilarating. I’d been interested in sleeping with him back in Vegas had our initial conversation gone differently. Having him chase me down only made our encounter that much more erotic. How could lust survive alongside fear? Was I demented? Did other women get turned on when they were scared? Maybe my mother was right, and I did need help. When our faces were inches apart in that closet, and I could see the intensity in his gaze, it felt transformative to be the focus of that electric energy. The high was greater than I ever could have imagined, and now I wanted more. He said he’d be in touch, but what did that mean? Was he staying in New York? Was he even from Vegas, or did he live somewhere else? Where would he find me next? Shouldn’t I be afraid? As I buttoned my jeans, questions and emotions assaulted me from all directions. I did my best to set them aside and collect myself. I hadn’t been lying when I said my cousin would be looking for me. If I knew Alessia at all, she was close to calling the cops. When I stepped from the storage room, the world around me shifted and rearranged to form a far less familiar picture. The club was physically just the same, but everything took on a new and exciting sheen. Scrutinizing the faces around me, I searched dark corners for watchful eyes and jumped each time someone bumped against me. Ten minutes with him and my life was unrecognizable. My face split in a wide grin. “Where were you? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Alessia chided when she spotted me near the bar.