Violetta scoots back on the table, creating distance between us. I snap my eyes open to find her glaring at me and the oceanic hues in her gaze shining with anger. Or is it tears?
“The risks?” She scoffs. “Anything between us can and probably will end up being more detrimental to me, so don’t you dare talk about risks. And pain? The emotional kind is far worse than physical, trust me. You encouraged me to make my own decisions and I chose you, but you’re not choosing me in return.”
She closes her legs and smiles at me, but there is no warmth to be found. In its place is a darkness, a deadened look that’s creeping along the edges of her gaze and slowly turning it dull and lifeless, to the way it was when I met her.
Violetta is withdrawing inside herself.
Alarm streaks through me and I get to my feet, now towering over her. Violetta raises her chin to look up at me, and out of defiance.
“You’re right,” she says, her voice eerily calm. “I should’ve known better.” She makes to get off the table and I grab both of her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her hips. “Let go of me.”
I shake my head. “Not until you tell me where you’re going.”
“I’m getting away from you.”
“To do what?”
Violetta squints up at me. “To choose another man.”
An image of her having sex with someone else bombards me and then my vision blurs with rage. This is beyond jealousy. It’s a fiery, all-consuming possessive instinct that combines my fury and lust into an inferno that could incinerate us both.
My gaze clears and my decision, the one driven by the primal, instinctive part of me takes over.
I release one of her wrists and then swipe at the items crowding the table. The dishes, glasses, and cutlery crash to the patio floor and Violetta stares up at me with widened eyes as though I’ve gone insane. And I have, with the need to show her that I won’t allow her to dismiss me.
Or replace me.
“Let go,” she says, her voice weak.
I remove my hand on her wrist to take hold of the hair at the nape of her neck. When I yank on the strands, Violetta’s head falls backwards and her lips part on a hiss. That’s the first sound of pain I’ve wrested from her.
And it’s far from being the last.
My muscles coil with anticipation right before I join her on the table, my knees on either side of her hips. When I lean down I synchronize that motion with me pulling her hair, forcing her to lie flat on her back with me hovering just above her.
I place my mouth just beside her ear and whisper, “Remember thatyouwanted this.”
She shivers underneath me and every tremor transfers from her to me wherever our bodies touch. Violetta is right to be afraid because there’s no turning back now.
I slam my mouth to hers. It’s the first of many things I’ll take control over. Every word, every moan, and every cry belongs to me and she will need permission to utilize any and all of them. The pressure of my lips on hers is anything but gentle as I slant them over hers in a series of punishing kisses. When she struggles to breathe I pull back enough to let her suck in a quick breath and then I invade her mouth with my tongue, sweeping it along hers and dominating it.
Violetta’s confusion is portrayed in how she lies unmoving, not touching or grabbing me, and in hesitant flicks of her tongue against mine. Yet her body is not confused in the slightest. Her hardened nipples are felt in spite of our clothing and when I reach between her legs I find her cunt weeping. That has me groaning into her mouth and my cock so hard it's beyond discomfort.
Painful would be accurate, which is also a prediction I’ll turn into reality.
I make quick work of the fastenings of my pants and shove them down low enough to free my cock. Then I take Violetta’s hand and wrap it around me. Her eyes pop open to meet mine and the wonder in her gaze is priceless to me. I break the kiss so I can savor this moment because a “first time” can’t be duplicated.
“Have you ever touched a man’s cock?” I ask her.
She quickly shakes her head, her bewildered expression still in place. It makes me all the more eager to fuck her, not to mention how pleased I am with her answer. I cover Violetta’s hand with mine and guide it up and down, showing her how to stroke me. To say it feels good is an understatement.
It’s fucking incredible.
After a minute, I pull her hand away and her brows draw together, but she remains silent. Which is for the best. If I hear her say anything else about another man I might fuck her throat until she can’t speak for another two years.
Using my knee, I widen her legs and then settle between them. The head of my cock skims her swollen clit and then her cunt, causing her to suck in a breath.
“That’s right,ribelle. You’re going to take the entire length, all of my cock, until I’m in so fucking deep that the head reaches your womb.”
