Forced To Marry The Devil In A Suit

9. Sparks and Marks

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When we're high by LP

Bad For You By Amya Rodriguez

~~ Katerina's P.O.V ~~

 "Tell me who you belong to, baby." he murmurs, bringing his firm hand up to my cheek, bringing me inches from his lips."Be a good girl and scream it for me." he whispers, popping the button on my jeans, gliding his hand into my panties with ease running his finger through my slit. "Yours," I gasp in a whisper. "I can't hear you, Katerina, louder." he purrs, gliding his finger over my sensitive nub. "Yours!" My voice echos throughout the car dripping in desperation, but quite frankly, I'm too high in the clouds to give a fuck. "Such a  good girl." His fingers slide into me curving against my walls shocking me with a wave of pleasure, his lips move south taking my nipple between his teeth giving it a small tug as his fingers pick up pace working their way in and out of my clenching pussy. His hazel orbs burn bright with possession as they meet mine. His fingers slip out of me to my aching nub, he begins his soft torture rolling my clit between his fingers filling the car with my soft moans. 

 His lips crash against mine with hunger invading my mouth with his tongue fighting mine for dominance. "fuck!" I moan feeling his fingers rub against my clit before plunging back into me, the build in my stomach becomes stronger and stronger with each stroke of his fingers; his speed begins to pick up bringing me to a new height "Cum for me Katerina, now." he growls pressing a firm thumb against my sensitive clit pushing me over the edge. "Fuck yeah!" the bashful words come out as a half moan half whine following my release. Heavy breathing fills the steamy car, his fingers slide out of me with ease glistening with my juices. "mmm" Alessandro purrs placing his finger in his mouth sucking off some of my fresh juices; the glimmer of possession in his eyes has now fully taken over... and I don't hate it. The same hand comes up caressing my cheek, gliding the wet fingers across my face to my mouth "open, taste how sweet you are." without a thought my mouth is open taking his fingers with ease sucking on them until their clean giving myself a taste of my juices mixed with the taste of him. 

His fingers pull out of my mouth falling back to his side with a sly smirk "This is how I like you Katerina."he murmurs tugging on my shirt causing my breasts to bounce "Blotched face, breathing heavy, and as wet as could be just for me."  "The only way you get me like this is if you become a faithful husband but thanks for tonight." I grumble pulling up my top and buttoning my pants back up. "I told you, I dont do faithful husband." The ride home is silent with tension building thicker and thicker until we finally arrive home where I hop out as fast as humanly possible, racing through the front door and to my bedroom without a glance back at him. I don't know what he wants from me but I cant give in to him like that again.. I can't loose sight of the reason I'm here.. Peace not some late night hookup. After a long hot shower my body feels clean yet the feeling of his fingers and mouth linger on my skin. The memory of fingers tracing my skin flash back into my mind, the sounds of my gasp filling the car, the way his fingers danced inside of me as if they belonged there.. That look in those cold hazel eyes, that burned me to bits. 

My heart begins to race at the memory; I quickly shake them away before pulling the black satin robe closed making sure to tie it as tight as I can. Since I haven't technically had my drink for tonight I think I'll go make myself a little night cap and then run back up here to overthink and resent myself to death. My steps are stealthy all the way down to the kitchen until my pinky toe comes in contact with the kitchen counter with a loud thud echoing throughout the house. My hands fly to my mouth with a choked up gasp in an attempt to keep me silent. After a few silent hops around the kitchen, without anyone running in to give into my embarrassment  my hands slowly fall from my mouth. Slowly making my way around the kitchen I finally make myself a simple Jack and coke; the drink begins to ease my nerves within a few sips, covering my body in drunken warmth. "Are you drinking my Bourbon piccola?" (little one) My body jerks in surprises sloshing my drink around, getting a splash on the floor "Alessandro, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that."