Resisting Caterina feels as fundamental as resisting the need to breathe. Her presence is a liability in my shadowy world, and despite my deep craving for her, I must hold back. I’m acutely aware of the danger she represents, yet I can’t escape her pull.
Repeatedly, I’ve come close to letting her have the power to tear me apart. I know that if this continues, she’ll wound me so deeply that I’ll bleed out emotionally.
She holds the power to destroy not just me, but my life and everything I’ve built. I’m convinced of how this will end: I’ll end up destroying her.
Despite this, our path seems unavoidable. No obstacle we put between us can alter our trajectory. The moment I saw her—engaging with friends, flirting with another man, laughing at his jokes—the truth of our connection became undeniable, overshadowing everything else.
Even though I’m strong, I refuse to let anyone else have her. She’s meant to be mine, and that realization drove me to abandon all restraint. I stormed out, ready to confront anyone who stood between us, determined to overcome the reminders I’ve held onto, hoping to break free from my obsession with her.
I’m weak.
So fucking weak.
I can’t fight it any longer.
I’m not strong enough. Now I know that.
I refuse to let her wander the world without me, to leave her to the so-called men eager to taste what I’ve tasted and touch what I’ve touched.
No one can have her.
No one can touch her.
She is mine. Every breath, moan, smile. Every attribute and imperfection… mine. I know it to be true when she so willingly melts in the heat we create together. When touching her instantly soothes the burning torment I’ve suffered all these weeks. The frustration, the yearning, the constant questioning of who she’s with and what they’re doing. It all disappears now that my hands are on her, and she’s so eager to submit to me. Everything else becomes white noise.
I was a fool to think there was any other way, and I’ll destroy any man or woman who stands in the way of me owning her completely.
Her body shudders, and the glass in front of us fogs with every breath she takes. There’s an edge to what we’re doing. We can see everyone downstairs, but no one can see us, which heightens the pleasure, the need.
“What would your coworkers or your piece of shit ex think if they knew you were about to get your pussy fucked just on the other side of a thin piece of glass?” I ask while my fingertips dance along the curve of her ass.
“They… they can’t see us, can they?” The tinge of worry in her voice can’t be ignored.
“Could you see up here when you were looking? And yes, I was watching,” I remind her. “I saw everything. But you couldn’t see me, could you?”
My hand around her throat holds her in place while I lean in and brush my lips against her ear. I’m tempted to mark her flesh. To use her skin as a warning sign to any man that might show interest. “Unless you want them to see. Is that what you want, little bird? Do you want them to watch me claim you?”
“No!” she says, but I feel another truth in the way she leans back against me, her thighs spread a little wider, and the way she coats my fingers when I drive them deep inside her up to the knuckle. “Oh, my god…”
“All those men down there,” I mutter, staring down at the floor while pumping my fingers inside her lazily, teasing her. “Every one of them would die to be in my place right now. There’s only one difference between them and me… do you know what that is?”
“No,” she purrs, and I love the way she needs me, the way she clings to the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Well, little bird.” I nip at her ear, and she startles. “Only I can claim you this way. Only I can make you this wet. Only I can stretch your pussy, forcing my cock inside you. They only wish they were man enough to take you. To claim you like I can. But they won’t. Can’t.”
She gasps at the pressure of my cock against her ass. He’s eager and ready to go, but first, I need her to beg for it. I have to hear her whimper and plead for what she needs. She’s going to forget every other man in existence before I impale her on my cock.
“No other man has the power to make you feel this way. Not that stupid ex of yours or the mediocre bartender trying to flirt with you. Do you know why that is? Why we’re so explosive, and why we’re the worst and best combination? Why the temptation is so great?” I run my lips over the smooth column of her throat, and she tips her head back against my shoulder. I watch as her chest heaves with every ragged breath she takes.
I add a third finger, stretching her pussy, knowing if she’s taking my cock, she’ll need to be properly prepared. Her silky channel tightens around my fingers, and I grit my teeth. I’m ready to snap, rip away my pants, and shove inside her, forcing her to take every thick inch of me, but I restrain.Barely. I’ve waited this long. What’s five more minutes?
“It’s because we were made for each other, Caterina.”
Her entire body strains and her ragged breathing becomes a high-pitched whine as her body climbs higher and higher. “Gianni,” she whines, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound.
“Such a good girl.” I fuck her faster, my fingers slipping in and out of her with such ease now. “I know you’re ready. You’re going to come on my fingers while everyone below us continues doing what they’re doing, oblivious to the filthy things I’m about to do to you.”
“Oh… my…” Her entire body bows, her cunt squeezing my fingers to the point of pain. The tension breaks, and the rippling of her muscles begins, drawing my fingers deeper into her channel while she shudders helplessly, her hips jerking, and tits heaving with every gasp for air.
And the whole time, the crowd below us dances and drinks, unaware of the ecstasy I brought her.