“Good girl, drink it up.” His raspy voice echoes the room.
I swallow the liquid like he said. He sets the glass down next to the bottle, and his hand reaches out and pinches my chin to look at him. My whole body is riddle with needing him to touch me more.
“You on your knees is better than any fantasy that I have ever had of you.” His thumb drags across my bottom lip, my tongue peeks out and licks the tip. Enzo growls, “You have been a good wife, and I think I need to reward you because seeing you here at my nightclub dressed like the goddess you are with other men thinking they have a chance to fuck my wife, I planned on punishing you by not letting you come.”
His hand drops from my chin, and he stands. “Come here, baby.” I’m trying to control my breathing, but the anticipation has it increasing. My body is begging for his touch. It does not take long before his mouth to touch my skin. He kisses my neck, and my head falls back with a loud auditable gasp escapes mine. He kisses up to my ear and whispers, “Your mouth is mine. Your body is mine. Your sounds belong to me. Your pussy belongs to me. I will remind that I don’t share what belongs to me with anyone.” I should be running for the hills by being told that I’m his property, but there is this warm sensation that washes over me liking being his and his only.
My hands slide up his chest with his resting on my hips. I’m about to move my head to feel his lips on mine but he moves slightly and gently pushes me on to the chair. I gasp at the movement and Enzo looks down at me with hunger written all over his face, and my gaze travels down his body, landing on one of my favorite appendages of his. His dick is rock hard and my mouth waters.
Enzo lowers himself to the floor with his strong hands running up my calves, pushing up my dress as he gets higher. The red light surrounding us is making him look like the devil and never in my life have I ever wanted a devil-like person, but that I do now. I watch his every single movement. He bunches my dress at my hips, leans forward and his nose brushes against the fabric. “Fucking heaven.” He sits back and I see he reaches into his pocket.
“Do you trust me?” His dark voice asks.
I nod my head.
“I need to hear you say it Isabella as I’m hanging on by a thread right now.”
“Yes, I trust you.” My voice is horsed. I watch as he pulls out a small item. It’s black and metal looking. He keeps his gaze locked onto mine when he clicks the side, my eyes widen at the silver metal knife that shines against the red light.
The smile on his face when he sees my reaction is dark, and my sick self is dripping wet with wanting to know what he plans on doing with the knife. He glides the sharpness of the tip along my skin, up my leg, over my pussy up to the strap of my red thong. With one pull he cuts it then drags it to the other side to do the same thing. His fingers graze my skin while he grabs my thong and brings it to his face. I watch as he breathes in deeply and his tongue drags along where it covered my pussy.
“Deliciously mine.” He groans before he stashes my panties into his pocket where the knife just came out of.
My legs instantly fall wider apart for him to show him just how wet I am. He positions himself in front of my pussy with his dark chocolate eyes on mine.
“I want you to watch as I make you come,” he demands and all I can do is nod my head.
His hot mouth kisses my inner thigh moving up where I ache for him. When his tongue runs up my slit my head falls back and I moan out his name. Suddenly he stops and growls. “Eyes on me, Isabella. Do not make me say it again.” My head whips back with my gaze locked on his hungry one.
He goes back to licking me with his sinful tongue that I love. To swirling, up and down, side to side, I can feel that I’m close to coming. From the moment he found me tonight I have been on edge and it’s not going to take long for me to come on his tongue. My hand slides into his hair, pulling at the roots and holding hishead in place where I want him. By doing that, he growls, and the vibration on my clit has me grinding on his face. My other hand finds one of my nipples, and I pinch it.
The pressure is building in my lower stomach and its almost too much. I grind harder on his face, crying out his name as his mouth sucks, and licks, driving me insane. The sound of my wetness, his tongue and my sounds are what is echoing around this room. He swirls his tongue and I’m about to come when I feel sharpness poking against my skin.
My eyes widen when I see it’s the knife, and Enzo sees the look of panic on my face and pulls his face from my pussy. His face is covered in my wetness. “I’ll ask again, do you trust me?”
My breathing is rapid. “Yes, I do.”
“Good.” He drags the tip again on my inner thigh, close to my pussy. “The need I have for you is over consuming. The thought of another man touching, looking, or even thinking he can is enough to send me over the edge to murder the whole damn world.” He presses more into me, his other hand, his thumb circling my clit, and the blade drags my inner thigh at the same time. “To know that my name is etched onto your skin will quite down the voice inside my head. And you doing the same to me.” I don’t say a word because I’m so close to coming again.
His thumb circles my clit, pressing hard and pushing the tip harder into my skin. It’s too much. I can’t hold my orgasm any longer. I erupt screaming his name. I come on his hand, dipping down onto the chair while he is finishing carving his name on my inner thigh. I can feel the blood gliding down my leg on to the chair, mixing with my come. Enzo licks his lips at the sight of what he is doing to me. He does not remove his thumb from my clit. No. He keeps circling it without stopping. He brings the knife to his mouth and licks the tip, and his head falls back, letting out a deep groan.
I hear him place the knife next to me on the chair and watch as he bends to where my blood and cum is. I hear him lick it off the leather chair, groaning and his thumb adds more pressure. My legs begin to shake, and I can feel another powerful orgasm raising in me. I let it take over me, crying out his name while he licks up the mess with his tongue.
His hand falls from my pussy, staying on my thigh with our gazes locked on to one another. “Tasting your blood and cum, I will never get enough.” His hands leave my body, and I miss their warmth.
My gaze travels down to my leg. Right there in my blood is his initials carved into my skin. He branded me. The lines are a little ridged with how much I was shaking from the intense orgasm. This should make me feel uneasy. Scared. Shocked. Though none of those emotions hit me. A weird since of euphoria washes over me because I meant when I said that I trust him.
I watch as he stands up, his fingers slowly unbutton his black shirt, and letting it fall from his shoulders. My gaze racks over his muscular body that is covered in tattoos with one piece of skin not tatted right over where his heart is. His hands unfasten his belt, ripping it out of the loops of his perfectly fitted black pants and the zipper echoes. In one movement, his pants and briefs are pooled at his feet. I lick my lips at the sight of his thick, long and large girthed dick springs free. The crown is wet from the precum that leaked out.
He steps forward back into me, bends slightly, grabs me by my hips, lifting me up and making me gasp. He turns, sits down and slams me down on his dick. We both moan loudly. He rips the dress off my body, reaches for the knife and cuts the straps of my bra that is barely holding my breasts. Drags the blade across my chest before he grabs my hand from his chest and places it.
“Baby, I need to have your name right here.” He points to the only skin visible on his tatted body. “I want to know that your name is always with me, right over my blacken heart.”
I lean forward, his harden dick still inside me and kiss his lips softly. I pull away before it deepens, and I lose the courage to crave my name. I start to move my hips slowly bringing the blade up to his chest. His gaze never leaves mine. His hand covers mine, pushing the blade more into his skin, I nod letting him know I got it. I push harder into his skin, breaking it, and the blood starts to leak out. The blade carves out my name, Isabella. The blood drips down his chest and before I know it, I’m leaning forward, dragging my tongue up where I just cut into him, licking up the blood. The copper taste coats my taste buds sending a shiver down my spine and rock my hips faster.
Enzo lets out a deep growl and flips us so I’m on my back as he fucks me. The sounds of him thrusting into me, my wetness, and our cries fill the room. Just knowing that I have this man’s name on my skin and mine on his does something to me. It makes me feel safe and makes me feel one with my husband. This man has seeped his way into my heart, and I’m scared that he will be the one who will ruin me.
I flipped Isabella for her to be laying on top of me making her gasp at the sudden movement as my arms are wrapped around her middle. My fingers drag lightly, barely touching her skin with my dick still inside her. Hard. I can feel her smile against my chest, right where I told her to carve her name. As much as I want to fuck her senseless again, something that I heard and the look of fear on her face is not sitting well with me.
