"Move," she begs, experimentally rolling her hips. "Please, I need…"
I pull out slowly, watching my cock emerge glistening with her arousal and the faint pink of her innocence, proof that I'm her first, her only. Then I thrust back in harder. She cries out, her pussy clenching around me.
"That's it," I growl, setting a rhythm that has the headboard hitting the wall. "Take my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me."
She learns fast, meeting my thrusts, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. The pain only makes me fuck her harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her the way she's claimed every hidden part of me.
"Mine," I snarl against her throat, sucking marks into her skin. "This pussy is mine. Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, then stronger as I hit that spot inside her: "Yours! But you're mine too, Alessandro. No one else. Promise me."
"Fuck." The possessiveness in her voice nearly makes me come. "They're nothing. No one. You've ruined me for every other pussy. There's only you."
I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart. Want to feel the real you, not the performance, coming on my cock."
She comes with a scream that definitely reaches the guards, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. The feeling triggers my own orgasm, and I bury myself deep as I empty inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum that seem endless.
"Fuck, fuck," I groan, my cock still pulsing inside her. "Taking my cum so good. Such a perfect pussy. Such a perfect girl."
I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest where she belongs. We're both sweating, breathing hard, and I can feel my cum starting to leak out of her onto my leg. The possessive part of me wants to push it back inside, keep her full of me always.
"That was…" she starts, then stops, apparently at a loss for words.
"Just the beginning," I promise, my cock already starting to harden again at the thought. "I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house. Against every surface. Until you can't remember what it felt like to not have my cock inside you. Until the only stars you see are the ones I make you see when you come."
She shivers at my words, and I feel her pussy clench. Still responsive, still hungry for more. Perfect.
"What have you done to me?" she whispers, and there's something deeper in the question than simple post-sex vulnerability.
I catch her hand, pressing it against my chest where my heart pounds like I've run a marathon. "The same thing you've done to me."
She pulls back to study my face, and I see when she understands. We've made ourselves vulnerable in a world that eats the vulnerable alive. Every enemy I have now has a weapon: her. Every threat to her is a knife to my throat.
"Alessandro…" she starts, but I silence her with a kiss.
"No regrets," I say against her lips, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy, feeling our combined fluids. "Not about this. Never about this. You're mine now, and I protect what's mine. Even from my own family if necessary."
She settles against my chest, her breathing starting to slow toward sleep. But then she shifts, murmuring something that makes my entire body go rigid.
"Tommy…" The name escapes her lips in a soft sigh. "Don't let them hurt Tommy."
My jaw clenches so hard I taste blood. Even unconscious, even after I just claimed every inch of her, she's thinking about her brother. This Tommy who makes her scream in nightmares, who she sacrificed everything to protect. The brother whose safety is the leverage that forced her into my bed in the first place.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Sofia's name. The preview of her text makes my blood turn to ice:
The Hewsons are nervous. They're asking questions about their "daughter." Want me to handle it?
Emma shifts again, pressing closer to me in her sleep, completely unaware that my sister is circling like a shark. Her hand rests over my heart, trusting.
I delete the message with one hand while the other pulls her tighter against me, my fingers tangling in her hair possessively.She sighs contentedly, murmuring my name this time, and something vicious and protective roars to life in my chest.
Tomorrow, I'll deal with Sofia. Tomorrow, I'll make her understand that threatening what's mine, whether it's my wife or her secrets, is a death wish. Tomorrow, I'll ensure Tommy Pitt's protection is ironclad, not for him but for the woman sleeping in my arms.
But tonight? Tonight she's mine, marked inside and out, full of my cum and wearing my scent like perfume. And anyone who tries to expose her truth or take her from me, family, the Hewsons, or the devil himself, will learn what happens when you touch what belongs to Alessandro Rosetti.
The last person who tried is still screaming. Sofia better pray she's smarter than that.
18 - Emma
