Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (9 page)

That’s it; she’d made her decision.
Natasha took a sip from her glass and sat it on the coffee table. Because
Gianni was practically irresistible, Natasha was fighting a battle from within.
The horny woman inside of her wanted to rip Gianni’s clothes off and jump on
his dick.

“Gianni, thank you for dinner. It was
delicious,” she said while standing to her feet.

Gianni’s expression was confusion, by
Natasha’s abrupt decision to leave. He narrowed his eyes and stared into
Natasha’s as if he was attempting to read her mind.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. I gotta go. I’ll just grab a
cab,” Natasha said as she moved toward the elevator.

Gianni stood and watched Natasha as
she pushed the button to summon the elevator. Because Natasha could feel
Gianni’s eye’s burning into her, she was relieved when the doors instantly
opened. She stepped in and turned to see Gianni.

“Goodnight,” Natasha said with a
smile.

Instead of responding, Gianni smiled
wickedly.

Damn! He’s beautiful
, she thought to herself.

Natasha watched as Gianni disappeared
from her sight as the doors slowly closed.

She fell back against the mirrored
elevator wall and inhaled sharply. Exhaling a slow-calming breath, Natasha
tried to figure out if she’d won something by escaping Gianni. If so, then why
did she feel as though she’d lost out? After all, Natasha hadn’t had sex in two
years. Not since Brian, the fireman that she dated for over a year. Their
relationship had begun to get serious; that is until she confessed that she was
unable to have children. Brian politely dumped her, married another woman, and
had three children. Natasha didn’t blame him, simply, because he knew what he
wanted out of life, and it was what she couldn’t give him; children. Although
Natasha was almost positive that children with her was the last thing on
Gianni’s mind. She saw the way that he looked adoringly at Jasmine. He’d
eventually marry another and have children. Yes, Natasha thought that she was
definitely doing the right thing by getting the hell out of there. Too bad her
body didn’t agree. It begged for Gianni’s touch. Her nipples were hard, her
panties were wet, and her pussy was throbbing.

Steering her thoughts from her body’s
disagreement with her sensible decision to flee from Gianni, Natasha realized
that she hadn’t pushed the button to go down.

Natasha pressed the button for the
lobby.

Nothing.

Natasha pushed the button again.

Still nothing.

She tried pushing other buttons, but
the elevator wasn’t moving. The doors opened slowly, and Gianni appeared. He
stood in front of Natasha with a predatory expression. Black silky hair flopped
over his left brow. His bright green eyes had darkened to a smoldering emerald
shade. Natasha tore her eyes away from his and allowed them to roam his body.
Gianni was barefoot and tightly clutching his necktie in his hand. His shirt
was unbuttoned, and she had a clear view of his chiseled six pack and the
tattoo that covered one side of his torso.

“Natasha, did you for one minute
think that I had any intention of letting you run away from me?” Though full of
lust, Gianni’s tone almost seemed like anger.

Natasha stood speechless in the small
confines of the elevator, where there was no escaping her desire. As Gianni
stalked toward Natasha, she tried to remind herself of why she’d tried to
escape in the first place. But as Gianni got closer, her body instantly
reacted. Her nipples hardened even more and couldn’t be concealed by neither
her bra nor her dress.

Natasha closed her eyes and attempted
to gather strength. She took a deep breath and exhaled. But, when she opened
her eyes, Gianni was within arm’s reach.

Natasha slowly raised her head to
look him eye to eye and instantly, without words, Gianni forcefully pushed her
back against the elevator wall and slammed his lips against hers.

Okay, fuck it! I give.
 

When Gianni licked Natasha’s bottom
lip, her tongue sought his. He tasted of mint and expensive wine. He was intoxicating.
Gianni used his foot to nudge Natasha’s feet apart. A moan involuntarily
escaped her throat when Gianni bent his knees and forcefully ground his hard
dick against her covered pussy. Natasha dropped her purse and attempted to wrap
her arms around Gianni’s neck, but he grabbed both of her wrists and forced her
hands above her head. He successfully secured both of her small wrists with one
large hand. Gianni deepened their kiss, and his tongue commanded Natasha. Her
knees became weak, and her pussy began to ache, begging to be penetrated.

“Gianni, please,” she begged into his
mouth.

Gianni swiftly, and without warning,
ended their kiss, causing her to whimper from the loss. He looked Natasha in
the eye as she knew that she must have looked like a dog begging for a bone.
And yet, she begged for more.

“Please.”

Gianni slowly lowered his gaze and
toured the length of her body. He used his free hand to untie the string that
secured her dress. He spread the fabric, exposing her lacy black bra and panties.
Gianni ran his free hand over her covered nipple, causing them both to tingle
and harden even more. He slid his hand down her stomach and around her hip. He
possessively groped her ass. He seemed to be studying her body intently, which
caused Natasha to become impatient. She pushed her hips from the wall and
attempted to thrust her lower body into his. And when she tried to free her
wrists, Gianni’s eyes returned to Natasha’s. He tightened his hold on her
wrists and pushed her hips against the wall. He hooked his fingers into the
crotch of her panties and ripped them completely off.

Gianni tossed her panties into his
penthouse and began his assault on Natasha’s soaking wet pussy. He pinched her
throbbing clit with his thumb and index finger, causing her body to jerk.
Gianni inserted one, then two fingers into her canal and slowly finger fucked
her. Natasha’s head fell against the mirrored wall, and she shamelessly called
out his name.

Gianni, with fingers covered in
Natasha’s arousal, reached up and pulled down both cups of Natasha’s bra,
freeing her breasts. A shiver ran through her as air kissed her nipples. Gianni
lowered his head and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth as his fingers
returned to her begging core. He massaged the hardened bundle of nerves with
his thumb while simultaneously hooking two fingers into her pussy, pressing
against her G–spot. Natasha suppressed a scream as he took her to the edge.
With her hands locked securely above her head, she had no escape from the
delicious torture that Gianni inflicted.

Natasha’s legs began to tremble as
she tried desperately to push against his fingers. Gianni closed his lips over
her nipple and flicked his tongue. Natasha thrashed from side to side, as she
chased her orgasm. Just before she reached her peak, Gianni suddenly withdrew
his fingers. Natasha froze, utterly frustrated. Was Gianni punishing her for
leaving? Would he leave her unsatisfied?

“On my cock,” he ordered as he locked
eyes with Natasha.  He brought his fingers to her lips and ran his index
finger seductively across her bottom lip.

“Suck,” he commanded.

Natasha, without breaking eye
contact, hungrily sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting her own arousal.
Gianni’s pupils dilated, and he quickly removed his fingers from her mouth. He
lowered his hand and worked his belt and the button of his slacks. He retrieved
a condom from his pocket and yanked his pants down, along with his boxers.
Natasha glanced at his massive rock–hard dick and gasped. She looked up at
Gianni to find him donning a confident smirk. Gianni brought the condom wrapper
to his mouth and tore into it with his teeth. He removed the condom and spit
the wrapper to the floor. Natasha looked down, excited by the thought of
Gianni’s huge steel dick slicing through her pussy.

He lifted her by the ass and Natasha
eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.

Gianni reached under Natasha and
rolled the condom over his hard–on. Once completely sheathed, he reached up and
unwrapped his necktie with his other hand. He held the tie in his hand as he
guided himself into the mouth of Natasha’s pussy. Natasha unsuccessfully tried
desperately to slide down on his dick. But Gianni wrapped the necktie around
Natasha’s neck, twisted it around his hand, and tightened the grip. Natasha’s
eyes widened, but she didn’t fear him. Her lust was inconsolable. In one swift
thrust, Gianni shoved his entire length into her wet begging pussy.

Natasha’s scream was cut short when
he tightened his grip on the necktie. Gianni allowed Natasha to adjust to his
size before he began a slow, deep rock into her body. Natasha was completely
imprisoned by the lock that he had on her wrists and the tie around her neck.
As Gianni forcefully thrust in and out of her, all remnants of shy Natasha were
gone as she screamed without remorse. Gianni fucked her with slow, deliberate
strokes. It hurt so good as she stretched to accommodate him.

“So good, baby... So fucking good,”
he moaned into her ear.

Gianni sped his pace, causing Natasha
to pant uncontrollably.

“Oh God! Harder! Gianni, fuck me
harder!”

Gianni tightened his grip on the tie,
restricting Natasha’s breath, and obliged her demand. He slammed his dick into
her pussy repeatedly, causing her back to slap against the wall of the
elevator, until she had no choice but to cum or pass out. She threw her head
back, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She had never experienced
such unapologetic, dirty, raw, sex in her life.

“Umm... Umm... Ugh! Cumming,” was all
she could manage through the choke hold.

She became light–headed and right
before she completely exploded, Gianni released the necktie, Natasha gasped for
air as he beast fucked her against the wall. Natasha’s pussy throbbed as he
rocked her through her orgasm.

Gianni released her wrists and
gripped her ass with both hands, and his strokes became frantic. Natasha
wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.

Their bodies became slippery as their
sweat intermingled.

“You don’t run from me! Do you
fucking hear me? You don’t run!”

Natasha was spent, but she could feel
another orgasm building within her.

He ordered with deliberate strokes,
“Say it.”

“I won’t run, Gianni,” she panted.

His aggressive strokes and demanding
words sent Natasha over the edge for the second time. She lost all control of
her body, and her pussy greedily clenched his dick. Gianni delivered one last
stroke that made Natasha feel as if she was being choked all over again, before
he completely stilled. His dick throbbed as he emptied his seed into the
condom.

Still breathing heavenly, he moaned,
“Oh fuck... 
Fuck
... Natasha... Sweet, Natasha.”

Her legs shook violently around his
waist. Gianni held Natasha’s body close until his orgasm subsided, and he began
to soften inside of her. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled his clean
and masculine scent.

Gianni slowly lowered Natasha to the
floor, making sure that she remained steady on her feet. Natasha’s hands slid
from his neck to his chest. She rubbed his solid chest and ran her fingers
across the large tattoo. It was a cross wrapped in a flag that was half
American and half Italian. Gianni swiped away the strands of hair that were
stuck to Natasha’s sweaty forehead. He placed his hands to the side of her face
and raised her head. Gianni softly kissed her lips and took a step back to pull
up his slacks. Natasha adjusted the cups of her bra and grabbed the strings to
tie her dress. Gianni grabbed her hands.

“Leave it,” he said before bending to
retrieve her purse and the condom wrapper from the elevator floor.

Natasha stood over him with her dress
open. Gianni’s tie was still wrapped around her neck, and she didn’t feel the
least bit self–conscious. She felt relief. For so long, Natasha had been
depriving herself of something so deliciously wonderful. Gianni had given her
something that she’d never experienced before; unadulterated passion.

Gianni grabbed Natasha’s hand and led
her into his penthouse. He turned a small key that was inserted into a lock
under the call button. He pushed the button, and the elevator doors closed and
Natasha realized exactly how Gianni had trapped her in the elevator.

Natasha allowed Gianni to lead her
through his penthouse, she looked up toward the ceiling, and there was a well-lit
body of water flowing above their heads.

There was a swimming pool on the
second floor. She’d never seen anything so elaborate.

Still holding Natasha’s hand, Gianni
assisted her down the stairs. He turned on the light, and what Natasha saw took
her breath away. The entire lower level was a huge bedroom. The walls were the
same silver color as the first floor, except for the blood red accent wall. A
massive bed with a shiny metal headboard rested against the red wall. It was
covered with a gorgeous charcoal duvet, with an intricate pattern of red roses,
and matching pillows. To the right there was a set of closed double doors that
Natasha assumed was a bathroom and a large sliding door that was made of
frosted glass, obviously a closet. Just outside of the doors was a Jacuzzi big
enough to hold ten people and an open shower that made Natasha think of the
rainforest.