I yelped, thrashing and wriggling, but it was no use. He bit the other side. I could’ve sworn he laughed, but I was making too much noise.
Vincenzo was playing rough. Exactly what I needed. When his fingers reached to stroke my pussy, I sobbed. It was cathartic. Yes, he was rough, but he wouldn’t break me. I was safe with him. A ridiculous thing to say, given that he’d broken in here, plus the numerous other things he’d done to me. But I was. It was as simple as that.
As my breathing evened, he pulled his fingers out. Splaying a firm hand across my lower back, he held me in place. The click of a belt was followed by the rip of a zipper.
I wanted him, more than anything. And if he held back, if he left without delivering on the promise of release, I might die.
Before I could sort out the tangle of thoughts, his palm cracked across my ass again. Back and forth, each cheek burned while the other stung. I choked on a whimper, my drenched pussy rubbing against the mattress, but not enough to give me any kind of relief.
His voice pulsed through the dark. “Admit it, you’re desperate.”
I wasn’t going to tell him that. But there was one thing I did want to know.
“What’s the safe word?” I choked.
That dark laugh was smoky. Sinful. “You don’t need a safe word.”
Looking back at him, I hoped he saw the glare. “You sure about that?”
A shaft of light from the window cut across his face. No mask, but the monster didn’t need it. He was savagely handsome, towering over me.
“I am.” He gazed down at me, intensity blazing in those dark eyes. “Your body knows me, and it’s going to take everything I give it.”
Those fingers gripped my hips. With a tug, Vincenzo tipped them up. I stared at him as he fitted the tip of his cock against my entrance. It was thick and hard.
“Mine,” he growled and shoved.
I moaned in pleasure as he stretched me. Filled me. Pleasure sizzled through me. The sting, the sensation of being so full, felt amazing. The sight behind me was the other half of the experience. Watching the flex of his jaw, the glint in his eyes.
There was no teasing, no time to adjust. Vincenzo took me fast and with a raw desperation.
“Harder,” I panted.
That made the beast smirk.
It was breathtaking to see him hanging on by a thread.
Vincenzo reached around and tugged on my clit. I squirmed, bliss shooting through every part of me, far and near.
We were both breathing hard, racing to the edge. Together. My muscles tightened around his cock, and he thrust into me without mercy.
“Fucking come for me, Mandy,” he rasped, words shards.
I did.
With a cry, I tumbled into the abyss. A violent surge of pleasure washed over me, wave after beautiful wave.
His own release followed in a blink. Vincenzo bellowed, snapping his hips hard and holding me tight as he spilled into me.
I shuddered as I took everything.
Bending over, he brushed back my hair.
“I came to take back everything that was stolen,” he growled against my ear. “You’re the final piece, fiore. The crown jewel. The center of it all.”
For a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the shimmer of energy, enjoying what it meant to be the center of this black empire of sin.
“You’re going to give yourself to me. Every piece of you.”
