CHAPTER 2: THIAGO

"Thiago," Sandro moaned against my mouth the second we burst into my apartment, her hands gripping my shoulders as the door slammed shut behind us.

"My landlord lives right downstairs," I grunted, kicking the heavy wooden frame locked. "Keep it down."

"Quiet?" I smirked against her skin, nipping at her lower lip before sucking it between my teeth until a sharp breath hitched in her throat. "I don't do quiet, Sandro."

I trailed hot, wet kisses down the length of her exposed throat, my hands moving down to cup the firm curve of her ass through her jumpsuit. She arched her back, burying her fingers in my dark hair to give me free reign.

"Is that right?" she gasped, her body shivering against mine. "What do you do then?"

I took her hand and dragged it down the front of my trousers, pressing her palm flat against the thick, throbbing length straining behind my fly. She gasped, her eyes widening at the solid heat of me.

"Hard. Relentless. Loud," I growled into her neck, squeezing her hand over my cock. "I want to hear you screaming my name until the whole damn building knows who you belong to tonight."

She shuddered, her eyes fluttering shut as my teeth grazed her earlobe. I reached up, my fingers wrapping firmly around her neck, forcing her eyes to snap back open to meet mine.

"Tell me how you want it, Sandro," I taunted, holding her gaze as my pulse raced.

Her breath hitched, pure unadulterated lust replacing any trace of hesitation. A slow, hungry smile spread across her lips. "However you take me."

A dark surge of satisfaction hit my chest. "Good girl. But first, I'm taking my time with you."

I spun her around and shoved her back against the hallway wall, the soft thud echoing in the narrow space. Before she could catch her breath, I hooked my fingers into her lace thong, dragging the fabric down her legs until it pooled around her ankle straps.

"Look at you," I muttered, my hand gripping her hip as I dropped heavily to my knees. The rich, clean scent of her arousal hit me instantly.

I grabbed her inner thigh, lifting her leg up to rest over my shoulder, holding her steady so she wouldn't lose her balance. My eyes locked onto her glistening, exposed core, my breath catching at the sight. I stayed still for a second, drinking her in.

Sandro shifted awkwardly, trying to pull her leg back. "What's wrong?"

"Don't move," I growled, my fingers digging into her thigh to lock her in place. "Keep them wide for me."

"So beautiful," I whispered, sliding one finger through her slick heat and swirling it over her swollen clit.

She moaned out loud, her back flushing flush against the wall as a tremor ran through her legs. Before she could process the feeling, I leaned forward and buried my face between her thighs, wrapping my mouth completely around her.

Her head whipped back, a high-pitched whine escaping her lips as my tongue worked over her in long, wet strokes. I nipped gently at her sensitive peak, and her knees nearly buckled, my arm around her waist the only thing keeping her upright.

I ate her out like a starving man, completely unbothered by her hands frantically tugging at my hair. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

"Thiago... wait," she groaned, trying to push my shoulders away as the intense waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. "It's too much—"

"Behave," I commanded, looking up at her with heavy, hooded eyes while my tongue maintained a steady, punishing rhythm against her.

"I can't... I'm going to—"

She reached up, unzipping her jumpsuit and pulling it off her shoulders, letting her bare chest flush against the cool wall as she tried to regulate her breathing. I gave her clit one final, deep kiss, swirling my tongue over her peak before rising to my feet.

"Where are they?" I rasped, my mouth hovering inches from hers.

"Bedroom. Side table," she breathed out, locking her hand in mine and pulling me down the corridor.

I threw open the bedroom door, swept her into my arms, and tossed her onto the center of the mattress. She bounced softly against the duvet, a low laugh escaping her throat.

"Which side?" I asked, leaning over her as my hands slid under her bra, squeezing her full breasts.

"Right drawer."

I reached over, sliding the nightstand open and digging through until my fingers brushed against a gold wrapper—and something heavy, cold, and metallic.

I paused, pulling out the condom alongside a dark, matte-black 9mm pistol.

Sandro went still for a fraction of a second, her eyes flicking from the weapon to my face. I opened my mouth to explain—"Look, I can—"

Without a word, Sandro reached out, took the gun from my hand, opened her own drawer, and set it right next to her own compact revolver before sliding it shut with a quiet click. She looked back at me, completely unbothered.

"Safety first," she said smoothly, locking her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a hard, deep kiss. "Now lose the clothes."

A dark laugh tore from my chest. "You're fucking insane."

I tore my jacket off, letting it hit the floor, then aggressively tore open the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes dropped to my chest, tracking the dark ink covering my shoulders and ribs.

"You don't sit behind a desk all day, do you?" she murmured, her nails lightly tracing the lines of muscle over my abdomen.

"Not even close," I muttered.

I undid my belt, shoved my pants down my legs, and kicked them aside. My cock sprang free, thick, hard, and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Sandro's breath caught, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip.

I ripped the foil open with my teeth, rolled the condom down my shaft, and grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over onto all fours. She arched her back effortlessly, pressing her chest to the mattress and presenting herself to me.

"No missionary?" I murmured, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock, coating it in her wetness.

"Too intimate," she muttered back. "Are you going to talk or are you going to—"

I shoved myself straight into her, sinking balls-deep in one clean, hard thrust.

" Ahh! Fuck!" Sandro gasped out, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vise.

I reached forward, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pinning her slightly against the bed. "Watch the mouth, Sandro," I growled into her ear, my accent thick and heavy.

She glared back over her shoulder, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and intense arousal.

"Can I move now?" I asked mockingly.

"Yes," she choked out.

I pulled back and slammed into her again, establishing a fast, merciless pace. The room filled with the sharp sound of skin slapping skin and her unrestrained moans echoing off the walls. I gripped her hips tight, digging my fingers into her flesh as I drove into her deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, Thiago!" she screamed into the pillow, her body thrashing as I hit the exact spot that sent her over the edge. Her internal muscles contracted around me, tight and desperate.

I squeezed my eyes shut, a low groan ripping from my throat as her tightness nearly brought me to my knees.

She brought her hand up to cover her mouth to muffle her screams, but I immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled it away.

"I told you I want to hear you," I demanded, thrusting harder, driving into her until the headboard rattled against the wall.

"Thiago! Ah—don't stop, fuck!" she cried out, completely helpless beneath me.

I let out a breathless laugh at her undoing, watching the way her body shook under every impact. "You feel unbelievable."

With a final, desperate cry, Sandro collapsed flat on her stomach, her orgasm hitting her so hard her body went limp. I didn't stop. I leaned over her back, pinning her down with my weight as I continued to pound into her climax.

"Thiago—wait, I'm done—" she gasped, her hands fisting into the sheets.

"I'm not," I growled, bringing my palm down hard against her bare ass cheek.

Crack.

She jerked, a sharp gasp turning into a low, needy whine as the sting flared over her skin. "Fuck... that feels so good," she whimpered.

I drove into her three more times, escalating the speed until my entire body coiled tight, and with one long, guttural groan, I emptied myself inside her, buried as deep as I could get.

I collapsed beside her, chest heaving, pulling the condom off and tossing it aside.

Sandro rolled onto her side, looking over at me through heavy, satisfied eyes, a small, wicked grin playing on her lips.

"Told you," she whispered, her voice raspy. "You're a damn good distraction."