Kylie said, “Scare me.”
The blond Italian narrowed his eyes at her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Kylie sighed. “Look, honey, I’m a Jersey girl from AC. I’ve seen a lot, and it’s been a hell of a week. This town is not for the faint of heart. Nothing you do is going to scare me. Go ahead and try. Let it all out. I dare you.”
He had her wrists in his hands before she could finish her sentence, and they were above her head and pinned to the floor-to-ceiling windows in a blink.
Oh, good. Maybe the blond Italian would take Kylie’s mind off how Salvatore had suggested increasing his percentage of the take, not to mention the fact that her mother and little sister were out in the world somewhere, and maybe they’d gotten separated—
The blond Italian grabbed her thigh and wrapped her leg around his hip, hiking the beaded fabric of her dress nearly to her waist.
He bent and kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue invading her mouth before she had quite opened it and the rod in his pants pressing between her legs.
His fingers curled around her ass and dug into her flesh.
Now that was more like it.
Kylie kissed him back, kissed him until she was dizzy, as he grabbed her and pressed her back against the cold glass.
When she tilted her head back to gasp air, he spun her around using her wrists like she was a jazz bass and shoved her face-first against the window. He gripped her ass, practically lifting her butt cheek as he growled against the back of her neck and raked his teeth over her shoulder.
The puffs of his warm breath with whiffs of liquor drifted down her naked back.
Kylie moaned, letting her head drop backward, and desire for him spun the hotel around her like she was drunk. She’d had one weak restaurant cocktail. This dizziness was her own body wanting his.
His huge hand clamped around her wrists made her feel caged, and his hand grasping her hip as he nipped the skin on the back of her neck hard drove a feeling of helplessness into her mind.
And Kylie gave up.
Scamming him flew away from her mind. The constant, aching worry about her mom and sister dropped away. The calculations that churned in her mind about how much money she’d made that week minus Salvatore Grande’s cut and less the amount that Alma needed for her kid, and dividing the result by the rent due in a week for the percentage she was still missing, and then food, and oil for the tank in the basement, and the water bill, all of that ground to a stop.
His mouth on her neck.
The heat of his breath on her skin.
His hand gripping her butt through her dress and then, after he yanked the fabric up around her waist, the heat and tightness of his hand on her ass.
“Lace.” His voice grated. “Lace panties are for innocent girls. You’re not an innocent girl, are you?”
Kylie rolled her feverish forehead on the cold glass.
“You want me to take you here?” he growled in her ear. “Up against the glass, so anyone can see you splayed naked?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Or do you want me to drag you to the bed by your hair, throw you over it, and take you face-down?”
Her voice caught. “Yes.”
“Maybe you want me to take you all night, take you rough until it hurts and you’re crying, and then fuck your ass, too.”
“Yes,” she whispered, the hotel spinning around her.
He spun her around to face him again, and his opalescent eyes glittered with sparks like blue fire. “You think you can push me? Do you think you can make me lose my goddamn control by being a dirty girl like that? Like you’ll do anything I want, like I’ll lose my goddamn mind and use your body until you’re fucking broken?”
Kylie shook her head, rolling the back of her skull on the window glass.
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
He scooped Kylie up in his arms, carrying her like she was a ragdoll. She grabbed his neck, but he’d already kicked open the door to his bedroom and tossed her onto the wide bed.
Kylie clutched the bedspread as she bounced, but the blond Italian was already on top of her, pinning her with one knee between her legs and the weight of his body.
In her ear, he growled, “I’d better hear some enthusiastic consent, dirty girl, or I’ll throw you out of this hotel room.”
“Yes,” Kylie gasped, getting just enough air as he grabbed the spaghetti strap of her dress and yanked it down her arm, baring her tits.
His mouth settled over her breast, warmth and humidity, a hard pull, and then the sharpness of his teeth.
Kylie’s back arched off the bed. “Oh my God, yes.”
The faint scent of his cologne—musky yet warm with spice—trickled out of the blond Italian’s open collar as he ran his lips down the side of her neck. Kylie buried her face in the grit of his five o’clock shadow, sucking and biting.
The blond Italian guy ran his hand up her leg, sliding it under her dress, and grabbed the side of her panties with his fist. “I’m ripping these off you.”
“Okay.” She didn’t have a lot of panties, but what the hell, she had one night with this guy. Let him rip her panties off. Make it a night to remember.
He moved his leg and yanked, and her panties tore around her back. The seams burned as they sawed into her skin around her hips and gathered between her folds, abrading her clit.
Her gasp was somewhere between pleasure and pain.
He was retreating, moving off her and away, and Kylie reached for him. “Don’t go!”
His hand closed around her ankle, yanking her toward him until her hips were at the edge of the bed.
Kylie’s dress scrunched under her as she slid, bunching around her waist. She caught a glimpse of his black roller bag suitcase on the luggage stand by the door to the bathroom.
He folded her legs with her knees pressed against her chest. When she curled up and looked over her red-painted toenails and silver strappy sandals at where he glowered at her, he said, “If I had rope, I’d bind you like this so you couldn’t move until I untied you.”
“Maybe next time,” Kylie joked.
The blond Italian didn’t smile. “Hold onto your knees. Both arms. Don’t goddamn move until I tell you that you can.” He pinched the back of her thigh, a tweak so close to her exposed sex. “Tell me you’ll obey me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Good dirty girl. Now don’t let go of your goddamn knees.”
Kylie held her knees pinned to her chest as the blond Italian sank to his knees by the side of the bed, pressed her legs toward her chin to rock her back farther, and licked her folds before going deeper with his tongue and his fingers.
Waves flowed up her body as her sensitive places awakened, every brush of his lips and press of his fingers a new shiver of sensation. He bit the inside of her thigh and sucked the hurt skin, a pain that would leave a deep hickey like a brand. Then he kissed her deeper, running his tongue through and around her folds and pressing inside her as he stroked with his fingers.
Her head spun. Her body clenched, and she panted as he didn’t slow down. The warm wetness of his tongue curled around her clit as he sucked her, drawing her out as she swelled.
Kylie’s hands around her legs slipped, and she grabbed her falling knee as he rubbed inside her.
He stopped licking her.
Kylie writhed on the bed. “Oh my God, please.”
He unzipped his pants and shoved them down, slapping a condom over his massive cock that startled Kylie with the thought that was going inside her. He growled, “Anything less than you yelling ‘yes, harder,’ and I’ll stop. You understand me? I like a woman who wants me to take her.”
“It’s never going to fit,” she said, rolling her head because the world whirled around her from desire. The diamond earrings were heavy in her ears and pulled on her earlobes. “It can’t. There’s no way.”
“We’ll make it fit,” he said. “I’m going to shove it in your mouth and your pussy and your ass, and you’re going to take it like a good girl because you want my cock.”
“God, yes,” Kylie groaned.
He pressed inside her, fingers circling her clit while he filled her. “I’m going to take you until you’re screaming. Got it?”
He did.
After resting his length inside her, their foreheads touching as he glared at her, and then a few long, slow strokes as she got used to him, she whispered, “God, yes. Do it. Scare me. Fuck me harder.”
He moved slowly at first in undulating waves that filled her, lifted her, and then ground against her before retreating and starting again.
In a few strokes, she was delirious, tossing her head back and forth as he brought her to the edge again and again and pulled away before the wave broke. Each swell increased as he pushed, lifting her higher before she floated down.
Higher.
Kylie clutched him, crying out, “Please!”
“You want it harder?”
“Yes!”
His whole body rocked against her, driving her higher until the crest broke and she throbbed with exhilaration, blown and sucked under by the ecstatic pleasure.
He shuddered above her, holding himself up on his elbows.
He was still wearing his shirt, crisp cotton under her arms.
Her legs wrapped his bare back, but she felt his pants and belt on the back of her leg as she relaxed.
Her dress bunched under her back, and her boob was hanging out.
That was a dirty screw, and Kylie loved it.
The blond Italian rolled off her, got rid of the condom, then flopped back on the bed, dragging his underwear up. A glimpse of stacked-brick abs peeked from above his waistband and under his shirt.
Kylie hadn’t even gotten to ogle him properly. She felt ripped off.
He stared at the ceiling and panted, “You are amazing. Damn.”
She chuckled, tugged her dress over her hips, and resumed staring at the flat expanse of white paint far above the bed. “You are, too. Wow. I haven’t been railed like that since—ever.”
He laughed a breathy laugh. “I’m just going to clean up a little.” He rolled over the edge of the bed to stand.
“Yeah, I’d better get going.” She struggled toward the end of the bed to stand up.
He caught her arm. “Don’t go.”
“Shouldn’t I?” she asked, looking back at him. “I mean, you were great. Really great. But it was just a one-time thing, right? You don’t live in Atlantic City. You’re going to leave town tomorrow or soon, I guess. I don’t expect anything else.”
He held onto her wrist. “Yeah, but—stay.”
Kylie had nothing to go home to except tomorrow morning’s homework in a cold apartment, and maybe she could get breakfast out of this guy, too. Every meal counted. “Okay.”
She crawled back to the blond Italian, and he snuggled her in his arms.
Lying in his arms with the thick muscle of his shoulder under her head, all the things roiling her head stayed away, and Kylie relaxed.
He murmured, “That’s a good girl.”
“You were going to—” she muttered.
“In a minute,” he said. “Yet another good thing about condoms.”
“Oh, definitely,” she whispered. It was after midnight. She’d gotten up early that morning to finish her online GED homework, then exercised, and it had been another long day of getting ready and working a con, and it was just so late.
She began to drift off.
Sometime in the night, the bed’s covers flipped over her, and she snuggled down in the warmth.
Kylie was so tired that she didn’t hear him leave.