Phoenix Daniels- Beautiful Prey 3 Page 3

  Even after a twenty minute shower, Gianni hadn't so much as rolled over. He must have been exhausted, because normally the slightest sound would wake him immediately. She tiptoed across the room and eased into the bed. Gianni's big body was covering most of the bed, so Natasha got as comfortable as she could on her side.

  Suddenly, there was movement on the bed. Gianni's arm snaked around her waist.

  "Mmm... I missed you, baby."

  "I missed you too. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you."

  "It's ok, because you have something that I need."

  Gianni tenderly kissed the back of her neck and ground his covered hard-on against her naked ass. Natasha gasped when his fingers slid between her thighs and separated her lower lips. Gianni slid his other arm under Natasha's body and massaged her breasts. Alternating between both nipples, while simultaneously circling her clit, he was implementing the sweetest torture. Natasha could feel the build of an eminent orgasm.

  "Gianni," escaped her lips in a whisper.

  "Damn."

  "You took my pussy away from me, and now I'm taking it back."

  Gianni stopped kneading her clit, just long enough to rid himself of his boxers. Gently pinching her nipples between his fingers, he used his other hand to guide his thickness inside of her. He was filling her so completely, she could barely catch her breath. Gianni seized her hip and sank even deeper. Natasha cried out and tightly gripped the edge of the mattress for support. Eventually stretching to accommodate his thickness, she marveled at how every time Gianni entered her, it was like the first time all over again.

  Once Natasha was more at ease with his invasion, he slowly pulled, almost completely out, only to plunge deeper inside. Gianni fucked Natasha with slow, deliberate strokes. He was massaging every angle of her inner walls, and when he reached down and massaged her clit, Natasha became frantic. She pushed back against his hard body, demanding every inch of him. Her movements became desperate, but Gianni wouldn't increase his pace.

  "Oh... come on, baby!" She groaned breathlessly. "Fuck me! Please!"

  As Natasha pleaded without shame, she realized what her husband was doing. He was claiming her pussy all over again. Gianni knew exactly what he was doing by fucking her while she lay on her side. He was taking total control. He continued to pinch her nipples and circle her swollen clit, while punishing her pussy with deep controlled strokes.

  "Oh Natasha... This sweet pussy is so tight. This is my pussy, right?"

  "Yes, baby... Your pussy. Fuck me, baby."

  Gianni was demonstrating his control over Natasha's pleasure by deliberately denying her orgasm. Natasha clawed at the sheet, ripping it from the mattress. She was in a frenzy. But, Gianni continued to push her to the edge, without allowing her to fall.

  "Pleeeeease," she whined.

  "You wanna come, baby?" he whispered in her ear.

  "Yes, Gianni. Please let me come."

  She was begging, but Gianni was punishing her.

  "Tell me you love me," He demanded.

  "I love you, baby. I love you. I love you."

  Gianni pinched her clit between his fingers and pushed into her with enough force to invoke a cry. He quickly pulled back and pushed into her again. Natasha angled her ass, allowing him better access, until he was plunging in and out of her with a rhythm that would ignite an explosive orgasm. Natasha held her breath as every muscle in her body tensed. Her pussy throbbed around his shaft, and when her release came, she let out a scream that could've easily awakened everyone in the penthouse.

  "Thank you... thank you, baby. Oh thank you," Natasha panted as Gianni rocked her through the waves of orgasmic bliss. But, before it could completely subside, he flipped her over, on all fours and pushed inside. Natasha, still weak, clutched the sheet and allowed her head to fall to the mattress. Gianni gripped her hips and pounded her until she was chanting his name. The sound of his hips slapping against her resonated throughout the bedroom. Gianni's hold on her hips tightened as he began to yank her onto his dick. He was rendering her breathless by forcing her to take every inch of him, strangling her from the inside out. And just when Natasha was sure that she could take no more, he slipped a pillow under her and pushed her against the mattress. With her ass in the air, Gianni reached under her to manipulate her clit as he lunged into her with great force.

  "Fuck Natasha! Ti amo. Mmm... ti amo."

  "I... love... you," she croaked.

  "I'm cum'n."

  Oh no, Natasha wasn't having that. She scaled the mattress, just enough to dislodge Gianni's dick from her pussy. He had demonstrated his control over her, now it was her turn.

  "Natasha!" He called out, stunned.

  She easily pushed Gianni on his back and showed him who really had the power. She slowly stroked his wet, hard dick as she straddled him. Gianni's moans were more from frustration than pleasure, and Natasha was smiling inside. Obviously, Gianni forgot the power of the pussy when he was punishing her. She slowly rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her clit while stroking his shaft.

  "Natasha," he gritted in a tone that was meant to warn, but Natasha was still on a mission.

  She tightened the grip on his dick and jerked him harder until he was panting uncontrollably. And when the angry head of his cock swelled even larger, she slowed her pace. Natasha was determined to show Gianni that her level of power was equal to his, but if she thought that her alpha male would allow that, she was mistaken.

  Gianni reached down and took hold of his dick. He lifted Natasha, gripped her hip, and pushed inside of her. Before she could even attempt to regain control, Gianni held her in place and began to slide in and out of her. Tilting his hips upward, he created a sweet friction against her special spot. He had successfully regained control.

  Natasha exhaled a sigh and surrendered as he rode her from beneath. With no other choice, she matched his strokes. Gianni firmly gripped her ass and rocked into her. Natasha began to bounce up and down on his rod with reckless abandonment.

  "Ugh... Gianni," she grunted as her body tensed, the dam broke, and ecstasy flowed throughout her entire body. Spent, Natasha collapsed on his chest, but Gianni was taking no prisoners. He rolled her onto her back, pushed her knees against her chest, and entered her. As he did so, Natasha could tell that he was close. But he pulled out suddenly.

  "On your knees," he calmly instructed, while stroking his length.

  Natasha did as instructed and got on her knees, facing Gianni. His stare into her eyes was predatory. His tattooed body was covered in sweat and his dark hair was soaked completely. She sat back on her heels and watched in awe as his muscles flexed with each stroke. The beauty of Gianni, while in a state of arousal, took Natasha's breath away.

  "Open!"

  His demand was issued in a strangled groan; he couldn't hold out any longer. Natasha happily complied by opening her mouth, allowing Gianni to eject hot semen onto her tongue. She licked her lips, and except for what had escaped down her chin, swallowed every drop. . Gianni pressed his forehead against hers and attempted to slow his breathing.

  "I love you, woman," he exhaled, breathlessly.

  He climbed off of the bed and went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he returned with a wash cloth. He climbed on the bed and began to wipe down her face and chest. He tossed the washcloth on the nightstand and fell into bed, pulling Natasha with him. He tucked her in the curve of his arm, and pulled the comforter over them both. He sweetly kissed her lips, while whispering how much he loved her in her ear.

  "Gianni, why were you punishing me? What did I do?"

  "You left me."

  "Baby, I was only gone for a few days."

  "A few days too many. I missed you," Gianni said, with an adorable pout.

  "Awww ba-by. I missed you too."

  Gianni pulled Natasha against his chest and kissed the top of her head.

  "Let's get some sleep. Gio will be up in a few hours," he said, through a yawn.

  “Okay. Goodnigh
t."

  "Goodnight, Cara."

  CHAPTER4

  TAMMY

  Tammy grabbed two champagne flutes from a floating tray and handed one to Victoria. She looked around the exquisite Barrington Country Club, feeling out of place. She had to be the only guest in attendance that drove a Honda, and she had a self-conscious belief that everyone could tell. But, not by her dress. Of that, she was proud. It was a charcoal off the shoulder, fit and flare design, constructed in a beautiful lightweight charmeuse fabric.

  "I still can't believe that you made that dress," Victoria gushed. "You could easily rival any big name designer."

  "Really Vic? Thanks."

  "Really. It's gorgeous."

  "And so is yours. You got that sexy body of yours all wrapped up in money," Tammy chuckled.

  "That dress probably cost more than a year’s rent for me."

  Victoria was wearing a silk, burgundy, floor length, Grecian gown that made her big breasts look amazing.

  "Nuh uh. I got this dress at a consignment shop in Paris."

  "Get outta here."

  Tammy was shocked that she had found such a beautiful dress in a second hand shop, and even more shocked that someone with as much money as Victoria would buy it.

  "Shit, I didn't come from money. I liked it; I bought it," Victoria said, proudly.

  Every time Tammy had a conversation with Victoria, she discovered more to like about her. She was smart, tough, open-minded, fun, and loyal to a fault. Tammy could easily see why she was so loved.

  "Well you look incredible."

  "Thanks," Victoria responded, searching the room.

  "What happened to Tasha? Where did she disappear to?"

  "Hell, who knows? She and Gianni are probably in a coat room doing the nasty. I swear those two are in heat. You should have seen them in the Limo; all over each other," Tammy said, shaking her head.

  "Stop hating, they haven't seen each other in days."

  "Girl, I'm hating my ass off. I can't even remember what a penis feels like."

  "That's your fault. You've had Luca's nose wide open for months. That man has never visited America so much, and you won't even give him the time of day."

  "Girl, men are a complication; only good for one thing."

  "Well, please, let him give it to you! Let that fine Sicilian beef melt that ice in your pussy," Victoria blurted.

  Tammy's mouth flew open. One would think that working in a strip club would have prepped her for anything, but she was always shocked by the things that came out of Victoria's mouth. She was definitely not shy.

  Tammy laughed, thinking of the wicked things that Victoria often said. But, Victoria was all in her business, so Tammy decided to return the favor.

  "Tell me... how does, your bisexuality, work in your marriage?"

  Victoria stopped, mid-sip, and looked at her as if she'd grown another head. But Tammy raised an eyebrow, sipped her champagne, and waited for an answer. After all, Victoria wasn't the only person who could shock people with her brashness.

  "Well?"

  "Um... It works out just fine," Victoria responded, dismissively.

  "And?" Tammy prompted. "Does he ever join in?"

  Victoria scanned her surroundings, as if to make sure that no one was listening.

  "Oh... I'm sorry Tammy, but I consider you my friend now, and I don't play with my friends," Victoria whispered sympathetically.

  Tammy gasped. Victoria had misunderstood.

  "Oh... No. I didn’t mean me. I was just..."

  Victoria burst into laughter and Tammy instantly realized that she was laughing at her

  . "You're a horrible woman," Tammy muttered, rolling her eyes.

  "Yes, I am. And guess who's behind you?"

  Victoria winked and walked away. Tammy didn't need to turn around. Judging by the immediate formation of goosebumps on her arms, and the waft of his unique scent, it had to be Luca Savelli.

  "Dance with me, Bella." His deep voice and sexy accent instantly caused her neglected lower half to clinch.

  She turned to face him, immediately, wishing that she hadn't. Luca was dangerously sexy, and he cleaned up nicely. She was actually jealous of the custom-made tuxedo that he was wearing, wishing that she was covering his body instead. He was well over six feet, slightly taller than Gianni. To Tammy, it was obvious that Gianni and Luca were related, but Luca's good looks were less conventional. With his deep brown eyes and full kissable lips, he could've easily passed for a Calvin Klein model, but Luca had an air of danger about him that was alluring. Tammy stared at his outstretched hand, debating whether or not she could take being in his arms again without completely throwing herself at him.

  "Tammy, it's just a dance," he urged.

  She placed her hand in his and allowed Luca to lead her to the dance floor. He pulled her into his arms, and Tammy melted into his embrace. And when Luca placed his hand in the small of her back, his touch made her tummy begin to do flip flops.

  "See Tammy, this isn't so bad is it?" he whispered in her ear. "So... why don't you like me?"

  Tammy looked up at Luca. She wasn't at all expecting that question.

  "It's not that I don't like you, I just don't know you."

  "Every time I get anywhere near you, you practically run in the other direction. Am I not attractive enough for you?"

  He almost seemed a little unsure of himself, but Tammy knew better.

  "Luca I think that you’re well aware of my attraction to you, and maybe I do run. Because the truth is, you're a little intimidating."

  Luca twirled her around and pulled her back into his arms. He pushed her chin up with his finger.

  "Why are you afraid of me, Tammy?" he asked in a way that was seductive.

  "It's not just you. It’s men in general. I don't choose well," she admitted. "And I think you might be a little dangerous."

  "Well you're not choosing, I'm choosing you. And Tammy, I can be dangerous. But, I would never hurt you."

  "What do you want from me?"

  "I want to lick your clit until it becomes numb and then fuck you until you need bed rest," he said, without blinking an eye.

  Tammy's eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. She stopped their slow sway.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Relax. I didn't say that I wanted to slit your throat or put a bullet in your head. I just want to give you pleasure."

  "Luca, if I need pleasure, trust that I know where to find it."

  "No. You don't pick well, remember?" he said, donning a sexy smirk.

  Tammy smiled.

  At least he had a sense of humor.

  "Are you going to bid for me, Tammy?"

  "Sorry Luca, I can't afford you. But I'm sure that there's gonna be an all-out war to win you." Tammy's response was laced with sarcasm. But before Luca could respond, the music stopped, and a voice over the microphone instructed everyone to take their seats. Luca led her to their table, with his hand still in the small of her back. Almost everyone was already seated. Luca pulled out her chair and gestured for her to sit. As Tammy took her seat, she looked around the table. Between Jack, Gianni, Luca, and Francis, she was surrounded by gorgeous men. Then she looked around the ballroom and discovered that damn near every woman present, married and single alike, were fixated on them. Tammy looked at the other women at their table, wondering if they'd noticed. No one seemed to. Tracy was laughing at something that Francis was saying. Victoria was more than likely whispering something dirty in Jack's ear. Mia and Amy were staring at something on Mia's phone. Emily was texting, and Natasha's seat was empty.

  “Hey, where's Tasha?" Tammy asked, looking around the ballroom.

  As if on cue, the lights dimmed and Natasha was spotlighted on stage. She was beautiful in a black, French lace, floor-length, mermaid gown, that accentuated her killer curves. There was absolutely no indication that Natasha had had a baby, just five months ago. Her hair was styled in a chic, sexy, chin length bob. And her make-up was flawless. Tammy turned
to Gianni, who was practically drooling. She couldn't even imagine having a man look at her with such love and need. Well, maybe she had seen a man looking at her with need, after all she was a stripper.

  "Hey Vic, how did you convince Natasha to sing?" Amy asked, from across the table.

  "I can be very persuasive when it comes to this charity."

  "Tell me about it," Luca grumbled.

  "Oh cut it out, Luca. You're gonna generate a lot of money for a very good cause," Victoria responded. "You don't see Francis complaining. He's a good sport."

  "Bullshit!" Francis blurted. "I don't complain because it wouldn't do me any good."

  Everyone at the table was laughing at his outburst when the music began to play. Tammy knew that Natasha could sing, but had never seen her perform. And when she began to belt out the lyrics to Patti LaBelle's 'If Only You knew', Tammy was blown away.

  Her voice was as powerful as her stage presence. Normally, Natasha would be described as the sweet, shy one, but at that moment, no one would've guessed it; she owned the room. She performed two more songs before dinner was served.

  The food is delicious, none of that nasty "banquet food," Tammy thought to herself.

  Victoria had outdone herself, and Tammy was impressed. It had turned out to be a really festive event. Even the conversation between her and Luca was fun and easy. Somehow, he'd managed to penetrate her protective shell. And after a few glasses of champagne, she had even caught herself flirting a little. So when the announcer summoned the bachelors to the stage, Tammy was actually disappointed by his departure.

  She watched Luca stroll, confidently, across the room. That is until his path was blocked by a tall woman with long black hair. Tammy couldn't see her face, but she could see that her hand had landed on Luca's chest. She felt an instant stab of jealousy.

  "Don't go over there and kick her ass. You'll mess up your pretty dress," Natasha teased.

  Tammy tore her gaze from the pair and turned to Natasha.

  "Girl stop. Anyway, she's more his type than I am."

  Natasha grabbed Tammy by the shoulders and turned her around, in just enough time to see Luca swipe the woman's hand from his chest.