Now Or Never (Erotic Romance) Book 2 (The DeLuca Brothers) by Lucinda DuBois

“I
touch you and never want to stop. And I know it's not just me. I've never seen
anyone that responds to my touch the way you do.” He pinched her nipple between
his thumb and forefinger and she cried out.
    Cecile wasn't
sure how much more she could take. Still sore from the night before, her body
protested to the rough treatment even as it craved it. Each stroke, the barest
pressure on her nipples, each one was like electricity straight through her. It
was pain. It was pleasure. Her mind couldn't decide what she was feeling and so
she felt it all, every bruise and ache, every wave of pleasure, until she was
drowning in sensation.
    “Cum for me,
Cecile,” Anthony demanded. “Just let go. I've got you.”
    He sank his
teeth into her shoulder and she forgot that she was in an apartment with thin
walls. Forgot that the man fucking her was a criminal. Forgot that she wasn't
supposed to want this. She forgot everything and screamed his name. Her body
went limp, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, and still he didn't stop.
He draped her over the back of the couch and slammed into her over and over
again, each thrust causing her already sore nipples to rub against the couch.
She shuddered with each stroke, desperate for it to stop, for her body to be
allowed to process, but it continued until she was writhing and crying for him
to let her cum just one more time.
    She felt him go
rigid behind her, felt him pulsing inside her, and then one finger was brushing
against her clit and her world vanished in a flash of white.

Chapter 8
    She felt Anthony
stroking her cheek as she came back to herself. The touch was light, gentle, in
stark contrast to his rough handling earlier. Her insides squirmed pleasurably
as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on the soft
skin just under her earlobe.
    “I would ask if
you enjoyed yourself,” Anthony said softly, “but I think I can take a scream
and then unconsciousness as a sign of a job well done.”
    She could hear
the smug amusement in his voice and smiled as she snuggled back against him. He
wrapped his arms around her waist and that was when she realized that they were
lying on her couch, both still unclothed. She must not have been out that long
because she wasn't yet cold.
    “So,” Anthony
continued. “Should we actually get dressed and go out, or do you want to just
head to the bedroom? Give me some more of that talented mouth of yours and I'll
be ready to go again in no time.”
    She liked the
sound of that. Taking him in her mouth again. Slowly exploring every delicious
inch with her tongue. She wanted it. Wanted to feel him spill across her
tongue. Taste him as he spurted into her mouth. She wanted to feel his hands
running over every part of her body. They could take hours and worship each
other...
    “I don't have to
go in until late in the morning, so I've got plenty of time. When's your shift
start?”
    Cecile's eyes
flew open, her body going cold, as if doused by a bucket of cold water. Work.
Anthony was going back to work. She sat up, her stomach churning. She'd trusted
him without even thinking about it. How could she have been so stupid?
    Anthony must've
seen the expression on her face because he sat up as well, his entire demeanor
shifting from flirtation to concern. “Cecile, are you okay?”
    “You're not
going to change,” she whispered. She wasn't sure if she was talking to herself
or to Anthony, but it didn't matter. The outcome would be the same either way.
    “Cecile?” He put
his hand on her shoulder.
    She shook it
off, getting to her feet. She needed him to stop touching her. When he touched
her, she couldn't think straight. All she wanted was him to touch her more. She
snatched up her robe, suddenly feeling far more naked than she had before. She
turned her back on Anthony as she pulled on the garment.
    “What's going
on?”
    Cecile turned
towards Anthony but didn't look at him. She didn't trust herself. “I told