Releasing her, I lined up my cock just as my words penetrated her hazy mind.
She panted, “What?” and I speared her with my cock, plunging deep as her scream echoed all around me.
Her scream wasn’t just sound; it was a physical tearing, a primal eruption from her very core as I claimed her. It was a raw, ragged testament to violation, to the shattering of her world, yet beneath the agony, a flicker of something untamed, something dangerously new, ignited. Her body, slick with the ghost of pleasure denied, convulsed, a desperate, involuntary dance around me as I drove deeper.
Each thrust was a deliberate, brutal sculpting of her will, each a reinforcement of my absolute dominion. Her breath fractured, turning to ragged, desperate gasps that clawed at the air. I felt the vise-like clench of her muscles, a fierce, primal resistance, yet it was a resistance underscored by the undeniable, volcanic surge of her arousal.
This wasn’t solely her battle; it was a war waged on the raw, exposed battlefield of her body, a clash of wills where my resolve was forged in iron. Her nails, clawed and frantic, gouged into mybedsheets, desperate anchors against the rising, overwhelming tide of sensation.
“You will not come until I give you permission,” I growled, my voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrated against her skin, a branding iron of my intent. Her body writhed, a desperate, frenzied ballet of submission and rebellion, a wild creature caught in a gilded cage. She was teetering on the precipice. I felt it—a tremor, a live wire humming through her very being.
But I held back, her exquisite tormentor, the architect of her darkest desires. Her cries morphed, dwindling to whimpers, then to a choked sob as I deliberately denied her the release she craved with every fiber of my being. Her eyes were slammed shut, her face a stark tableau of exquisite agony and burgeoning ecstasy, and I knew, with a certainty that settled bone-deep, that my lesson was taking root.
My grip tightened, my thumb pressing into her impossibly tender flesh, a single, brutal act sending seismic waves of sensation that threatened to shatter her carefully constructed composure.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned, my voice a possessive brand against her skin, a dark promise as I relentlessly plunged deeper into her yielding depths. “You will wait. You will learn to devour every agonizing second, to understand the profound weight of true, unyielding obedience.”
My words, a venomous whisper, were destined to become her exquisite torment. Her pleasure—a pleasure only I could conjure—became a volatile inferno, until all that remained was the desperate, guttural plea for release.
With a final, deliberate, devastating thrust, I unleashed my raw, unbridled power, and my body convulsed as my cock erupted deep within her. This was no surrender, but a testament to absolute control, a brutal, triumphant assertion of my order. As my release subsided, I withdrew, my cock slick and heavy asit slid from her swollen folds, and watched the viscous pearls of my release drip, a deliciously obscene testament to my conquest, onto my expensive silk sheets.
It was a sight that resonated with primal satisfaction.
Pressing closer again, a predatory smirk played on my lips, and I didn’t hesitate.
A sharp, stinging slap landed on her flushed ass cheek, and I turned, my stride purposeful, toward the sanctuary of the bathroom. “See to the sheets. Now.”
The bathroom door slammed shut, a definitive punctuation mark, just as a furious, earth-shattering roar erupted from behind it, followed by the thud of a pillow and a scream that could curdle blood.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH!”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Massimo
Wedged in the leather backseat of my SUV, the low, steady hum of the engine vibrated up through my legs, a counterpoint to the tension swirling in the air. Beside me, my older brother Guilio sat with his usual stoic posture, arms folded and eyes narrowed in quiet judgment. Across from him, Luca sat smirking as Aurelio beside him—never one to let silence linger—was practically vibrating with energy, his knee bouncing as he shot me a wicked glance.
I knew exactly what they were waiting for—the details regarding the aftermath of last night’s explosive new development with Miranda, one not even the thick mahogany of my bedroom door could muffle. The walls of my bedroom had endured her furious screams, and so, it seemed, had the rest of the house. My brothers’ fixation was as palpable as the golden city lights streaking across the tinted window beside me, painting flickering shadows over my clenched fists.
Luca couldn’t contain himself any longer. “You know something, brother?” he crowed, leaning toward Aurelio with a melodramatic stage whisper, his eyes wide with exaggerated concern. “I think Massimo has finally bitten off more than he can chew.” He grinned, practically elbowing Aurelio for a reaction.
Aurelio barely shifted, his lips curling into a wry, almost imperceptible smile. His tone was dry as toast when he replied, “Tell me, Luca. I’m desperate to hear your analysis.”
“Oh, it’s simple,” Luca declared, throwing his hands up theatrically. “If my ears didn’t deceive me, I’d say Massimo was not as in charge as he thought last night.”
“You’re not wrong,” Guilio added with a raised brow, his words clipped and sardonic. “There’s something to be said for humility, Massimo. You might try it.”
Luca leaned back with a laugh, letting it fill the space. “I swear, all of Chicago probably heard her last night, and yet I bet Massimo’s the only one who didn’t get the message.”
Guilio scoffed, the barest tilt of his head betraying humor. “He never listens. That’s his problem.”
“Exactly!” Luca crowed, clapping his hands. “Any God-fearing man would be terrified when a woman screams like that, but our dear brother here? He just acts as if nothing’s wrong. It’s impressive, in a suicidal kind of way.”
I forced myself to keep my gaze fixed on the world beyond the window, refusing to rise to their bait.
“Tell me, Massimo,” Guilio said gruffly. “After the dust settled, did she take your balls, or did you hand them over willingly?”
Luca and Aurelio burst into laughter, the tension in the vehicle barely thinning. I clenched my jaw, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me react. Instead, I smoothed my collar and waited for their amusement to pass, determined to hold on to what little dignity I had left.
