“Well, I’m no different than all the other sluts you go after because that’s exactly what I did and now it’s all you think about when you see me.” I grab his cock and squeeze it until he grunts. “Since all you want to do is fuck, let’s get it over with.”
I drop my hand and reach for the hem of my nightie, but I’m interrupted by Tristano’s body as he presses the length of it against mine, squeezing the air from my lungs. The weight and hardness of him makes it difficult to breathe and I shove his arms without success.
He circles my throat with both hands and places his thumbs under my chin, locking my head in place, his body still keeping me pinned. I do my best to ignore how good it feels to have him against me or how much I like inhaling the scent of him. And I fail miserably.
“Yes, I want to fuck you,” he says. “I doubt there will ever be a time that I don’t.” I glare at him and he tightens his hold on my neck until I stop. “However, it’s not the only thing I think about when it comes to you.”
“I don’t believe it.”
But I want to so badly it’s all I can do not to fall apart in his arms. The confidence I’ve developed because of him, not to mention my pride, won’t allow it. If Tristano can’t learn, or has no inclination to love me, there’s no reason for us to continue a relationship of any type, even a physical one.
He exhales and it’s full of exasperation, but his gaze isn’t as hardened as before.“Ribelle, when I look at you I see my wife and the mother of my children. The woman whose body I find peace in, despite the darkness surrounding me. I see a person with the strength necessary to be mine, because she’ll have to face many challenges, and not all of them will be favorable. But I would spend the rest of my life making up for that deficiency in whatever way she wants, whether that be money, things, or affection. Because in the end when I look at her, she’ll be the only woman I see, the only one who matters. The only one I want inallways…foralways.”
Tristano has captured me with his vision and imprisoned me with his words. Like the last two years spent at my father’s house, I’ve been rendered silent. My heart knows what to say, but it doesn’t speak in a language Tristano can hear and understand.
But my body does.
I reach up to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him down to me. He allows it and even though I initiated the kiss Tristano dominates it. His lips slant over mine, each sweep harder than the last until his tongue invades my mouth. He tastes me, drinks me, and devours me. I don’t want to be overwhelmed by him, but this is different.
This is being loved by him.
My heightened emotions morph into euphoria at the knowledge Tristano loves me. I infuse every kiss and every touch with the feelings I have for him and the passion between us grows until every inch of my skin begs for him.
Fevered arousal blazes in his eyes when he pulls away from me and rips the clothing from my body. The material cutting into my skin, the way his fingers dig into my hips, and the brutality of his kisses are filled with a pain that has me gasping and eager for more. Because I know the type of pleasure that will follow.
Tristano strips himself of his clothes and then grips my hair to yank back my head while cupping my breast. Blindly I reach out to steady myself and hold onto his taut shoulders, digging my nails into his skin when he clamps his teeth over my nipple. He sucks as though he’s dying of thirst and I stare at the ceiling unseeing, panting and writhing in his arms.
“These are mine until you give birth,ribelle,” he murmurs between my breasts. His teeth graze each nipple, making me squirm, and his chuckle glides over the dampness left behind from his mouth.
He sucks and nibbles one nipple and tweaks the other, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. I’m nothing but clay in his hands and he molds me in whatever position he wants. After releasing my hair, he trails his lips down my chest, pausing to kiss my stomach while looking up at me. Then he continues lower, getting on his knees before me and gripping my ankles.
I stare down at this powerful man, who has authority over so many people, and watch him tenderly massage the length of my legs, only to squeeze my ass before returning to my ankles. He lifts one calf to fit the heel of my foot in the curve of his shoulder and then leans into it until my spine is flush with the wall. My entire body is already flaming from the heat coursing through me, but the look Tristano gives me before he moves closer is enough to make me come.
He runs his tongue from the entrance of my sex up to my clit and then pulls the tiny bit of flesh into his mouth, making my legs shake uncontrollably. I nearly collapse, but immediately straighten at the acute smack across my ass and part of my hip.
“Hold still,” he growls against my clit.
I groan in response, unable to answer him with words. Pleasure slams into me with every lick, every hard pull of his mouth, and every bite. My orgasm builds to a fevered pitch and my moans are no longer separate, just an elongated cry of ecstasy. It transforms into a scream when he thrusts his fingers inside me and sucks on my clit so hard I’m ripping at his hair. He grunts in pain, but doesn’t stop.
I scream until I’m hoarse, until my pride deserts me, and until Tristano wrenches every ounce of ecstasy from my body.
“You’ll never be silent again now that you’re mine,” he says, his gaze sparkling with amusement.“Or maybe you will, since you’ve screamed your throat raw.”
Too tired to care and too weak to talk, I huff. His laughter is soft and brings a smile to my face, despite my exhaustion. It’s the most wonderful sound.
My legs finally give out and I remove the one from his shoulder, before sinking to the floor. Tristano positions me on my knees and then gets to his feet, taking his cock in hand.
“Open those pretty lips of yours.”
I do and he slides his cock in between them with a loud groan. This new experience is like a jolt to my system and I sit up straight, gripping his thighs.
“So fucking eager,” he rasps. “So fucking mine.”
Tristano takes a handful of my hair and guides my head, causing my lips and tongue to glide back and forth, making his cock slick. I glance up to find him already staring down at me and my sex clenches because of the expression on his face. It’s a combination of exquisite torture and incinerating arousal.
“Do you know what it does to me when I see my cock in your mouth?” He blows out a sharp breath and tightens his hold on my hair, making my eyes sting. “Next, I want to see it inside that tight pussy of yours. I want to watch your cunt fist me while I’m thrusting deep and I’m going to watch you take it all, leaving no part of my cock visible.”
I hum in answer and as a response to the filthy imagery turning me on all the more. It has him groaning again and that pleases me, makes me preen inside. So I suck him like he did me, aggressively and without mercy.
