His eyes widen, and I smirk at him. “You’ve just married the most powerful man in the country, lil’ lamb, you can have anything you want.”
We pull up at the gates. The driver punches the code in. The gate creaks open, and he leans forward as we drive up the extensive driveway.
“This is where the engagement party was. Is this your father’s estate?”
“No, lil’ lamb, it’s ours.”
His eyes widen as his gaze flicks around. As we drive along the driveway before pulling up outside the steps. I climb out and walk around to greet him. I open the door for him and tug him out of the car. He stumbles as he crashes into my chest, and I grab at him, pushing him against the car.
I stare down at him before pressing my lips to his. “I can’t wait to have you in our bed tonight.” I tug him along towards the house and straight upstairs to our room. I toss the door back, yanking him inside. I turn on him as the door springs back and slams shut. I crowd him against the door and start undoing his jacket. I slide it down over his arms and drop it to the floor. I take a step closer and start to undo the buttons of his shirt. He freezes as I open them one by one, revealing his lightly tanned, toned chest. I go to undo the lower buttons, but he rushes past me.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
I nod towards it and head over to the bed. I strip naked and lie down on top of the covers. I adjust myself, lying out in plain view, and wait. I wait some more, and when he finally steps out of the bathroom, he’s still dressed. I pat the bed at the side of me, and he glances towards the door before blowing out a breath and making his way towards me.
I climb off the bed and walk towards him. He goes to look down, but his eyes widen as his gaze meets my hard dick, and he glares at the wall over my shoulder. His face flushes, and fuck, he looks cute. His hands shake as he undoes the rest of the buttons on his shirt. I skate my hands over his chest, his skin pebbles under my touch, but he still can’t bring himself to look at me.
I stare down at him and step back. “What the fuck, Leonardo. Did he do this? Your fucking father. Did he lay hands on you after I specifically told him not to?” I snarl.
He flinches away from me as I clench my fists and wraps his arms around himself, trying to cover the variations of bruising that pepper across his ribs.
“It wasn’t… It’s not…” he stutters out.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I snap. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me!” I step into him. I grip his chin. “Did he do this?” He gives me a single nod. And I turn to leave.
“Wait, please don’t. He’ll… please don’t.” My chest heaves as I stare at him.
“Get on the bed.”
He steps towards it, his back to me as he stands and slowly undoes his trousers, letting them drop, pooling at the floor. He sits on the end of the bed and leans forward, his breathing heavy as he undoes the laces on his shoes and kicks them off. He slides his trousers from around his ankles, taking his socks off with them, kicking them to the side. he takes a deep breath and removes his boxer shorts quickly and slips under the covers. He lies facedown and stills.
I walk over to him, pulling back the covers and sliding in on his side. He stays with his back slightly towards me, and I move closer. I press my body against his. I kiss his shoulder, and he shudders. I grind myself into him, and he whimpers.
I slide my hand around him and pull him closer.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to feel you against me.” My breath skates across the back of his neck, and he shivers. I suck my fingers into my mouth and reach down, pressing them between his cheeks. He gasps.
“Shhh, relax, lil’ lamb. I’ll go easy tonight.” It’s gonna take everything I have in me not to just smash my dick into him, but I need to take my time, at least tonight anyway. I rub my finger around his tight, puckered ass and press gently. Well, gently for me. “Relax.” It comes out as a growl as his body sags onto thebed. I press harder, and he shouts out as I push in. His breathing elevates as he pants, and I slide my finger back out again.
“Fuck, lil’ lamb, it’s gonna be a tight fucking fit.” I shudder and grind against him as I try to push another finger in. He screams out, his ass clamping down on my fingers. I nip at his shoulder. “Relax, you’ll break them.” I chuckle. His breathing is rapid now. Verging on hyperventilating, I slow my fingers, pushing in slow and steady and then back out. “Jesus, Leonardo. I need to be inside you.” I push his leg away to give me more room, and I slide between his legs. I push my dick against his hole and lean forward.
He screams out, his hands flying up and wrapping around the pillow. He buries his face as I pull back, pushing in a little more; his muffled cries echo around the room, and I thrust a little harder. He bucks back, making me groan, and I pulse forward. I press one hand against his shoulder, holding him to the bed as I lean up so I can see the tip of my dick just nudging against his ass. “Hold tight, lil’ lamb.”
He takes a breath. I crash into him. He bucks and screams into the pillow. When I’m fully seated, I take a breath, holding my hips flat against his pert, tight ass. And I could come right now. Fuck, he’s tight, perfect. I pull out, he whimpers, and I crash against him. His breaths come out in screams, and I flick my hips harder against him, trying not to come. He turns his head and gasps for breath as I push back inside. That’s when I see the look on his face, the gritted teeth. The tears stream down is cheek.
I lean over, shuddering as I lick his face. My eyes flutter, but the taste of acrid tears stings my tongue. I swallow, but the bitter taste throws me. I pull out and look at him as he stutters a sob. The look on his face like he’s petrified, the tension and desperation I feel when my gaze meets his, kills something inside me. I roll off.
“I won’t touch you again until you ask.”
Fuck, this is not how I planned my wedding night going. I’m supposed to be riding the high, riding him, my balls emptying over and over until neither of us can walk. My balls ache. Instead I’m lying beside a sobbing mess, and my anger barely contains itself.
“I won’t ever ask,” he whispers almost silently. I hear him take a shuddering breath, as he cries into his pillow. I turn my back on him. I try to calm my fury. My dick throbs, my chest hurts as I try to contain the venom that rushes through my veins while I listen to him cry into his pillow.
Leonardo
Chapter Twenty-Four
I wake up feeling groggy and drained, and for a second, I forget where I am. I must have cried myself to sleep.
