Impossible Odds

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I arched against his irresistible mouth. Moaned at the stampede of pleasure coursing out to my farthest extremities. He didn’t just taste me; he devoured me. Licked and sucked and teased until nothing remained of my sanity. And just before I slipped into an abyss of pleasure, he pulled away. “Oh, God. Please, I need more,” I whimpered. Primo ignored my plea, coming closer to place two pillows behind my head and neck. Once he had me positioned to his liking, he moved up my body, his knees on either side of me, and his throbbing c**k nearing my face. He placed his thumb on my lower lip, slowly swiping along its surface. “I know you use that sharp mouth of yours as a weapon, but let’s see how sweet it can be.” He leaned in, the scalding tip of his c**k bouncing against my bottom lip, commanding entry. I was only too happy to oblige. To taste his masculine essence and feel the thick ridges of his veins glide against my tongue. I devoured as much of his hard length into my mouth as my position beneath him would allow. Something was irrepressibly erotic about the vulnerability of my position. Knowing I was helpless beneath him, I sensed the voracious intensity of his restrained hunger. His painfully careful movements, rocking himself inside my mouth without choking or scaring me, spun the delicate fibers of trust. It was empowering. Elating. I felt precious and coveted. Wanton and ravenous. “Christo, viborita.” The words were wrenched from him, shaky and unbidden. I wanted to see him come apart at my ministrations, but it wasn’t to be. He pulled away and grabbed a foil packet from where he’d tossed it on the bed. I watched raptly as Primo tore the wrapper from a condom and rolled the rubber sleeve over his shaft. He then lowered himself, his breathing shuddering as our bodies aligned. His jaw flexed and rippled with restraint, eyes sparking with electric need. He lowered his lips to my n****e, tugging at the taut peak, then soothing the sting with his tongue and repeating the delicious torture on the other side until I writhed beneath him. While I was lost in the sensation, he surged inside me, catching me unaware and stealing the air from my lungs. I gasped, and he moaned, our bodies moving in sync as we both arched into one another. A rhythm developed, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as if we were two parts of a whole. The room filled with the sounds of pounding flesh and heaving breaths. Before I knew it, my body hummed with a chaotic energy threatening to overpower me. It built between my legs, spreading up into my stomach and reaching out to the tips of my fingers. It sizzled and sparked until it caught fire and incinerated within me. My body shattered into millions of tiny pieces, transforming me into sharp points of brilliant white light. Primo roared his release, rocking into me one final time and dropping down on top of me. I was too ruined to worry about his weight on me. I was lifeless and limp, without a care in the world. Fortunately, he eased to the side seconds later, and I sucked in a deep, rejuvenating breath. Way to stay strong and demand answers, G. You sure showed him. What the hell had I just done? I was insanely attracted to Primo, and I didn’t want my father to kill him, but I also shouldn’t have screwed the man. Not yet, anyway. Not before I had some answers. “How did you figure out who I was and track me down?” Primo slowly rolled onto his back beside me. He let the question linger as we both stared at the ceiling. “I confirmed you were staying at that hotel. The rest was simply a matter of money. You can accomplish anything with the right amount of money.” “You know this isn’t normal, right? That guys don’t normally track down girls like that?” He turned his head toward me, his eyes catching mine. “I’m not normal.” What did that mean? A jittery sense of trepidation pricked down my arms and legs. “Should I be scared of you?” I asked in a whisper, the words catching in my throat for fear of the answer. His eyes darkened in shadow. “Absolutely.” OceanofPDF.com Chapter 8 Primo Giada’s face grew wary. She was looking for reassurance I couldn’t give. I couldn’t tell her she was safe with me because she wasn’t. Not entirely. I was a danger to her, whether I wanted to be or not. “What does that mean? I need to know what’s going on here.” Courage. She possessed such strength and courage. It was good because she would need it. “I can’t give you the answers you’re looking for.” Frustration ignited a nervous energy inside me. I rose from the bed and went to discard the condom in the bathroom. Coming here was a f*****g mistake, and I’d known it even before I arrived at her building. I’d tried to stay away. I’d told her I’d been working during those three days, but that was a lie. I hadn’t contacted her because I’d never be able to have her and let her go. It was best for everyone if we didn’t go down that path. But the longer I stayed away, the more insistent the craving. I’d been nearly feral with the need to see her by the time I arrived at her door. Now that I’d been inside her, there was no turning back. But what did that mean? I had a job to do and a life that didn’t have room for a woman. I needed time to consider my options, but that was one luxury I didn’t possess. I would have to return home in a matter of days, and I was growing more convinced that I couldn’t leave her behind. Taking her with me would be dangerous and beyond stupid. She might even hate me for it. Yet the compulsion in me insisted it was the only way. I walked back to the bedroom and dressed. “I need to finish up some business while I’m in town.” “When will you go back home?” “A few days.” “Will I see you before you leave?” Though her words were straightforward, the vulnerability in her voice drew my attention. I hadn’t known her long, but it didn’t take a genius to know it wasn’t like her to show a softer side. To peel back those protective layers and allow an outsider to see what was beneath. It was a gift of trust, and though it was sorely misplaced, I consumed it greedily