“You wanna know what I feel? I feel hate. All the time, just different variations of hate. I hate that you were taken from me.” He turns onto his side to face me. “I hate that every mark on your skin was given to you by a man that wasn’t me. I hate that I didn’t keep you safe. I hate that you don’t use my name. I hate that you removed my ring.”
I glance down at my hand and back up at him, because I’m still not wearing it; it’s just not been on my mind since I came back. “I hate that I want to fuck you so hard you can feel it for weeks. I hate that you don’t want to be married to a man, and I hate that you don’t want me.”
I don’t think. I throw myself at him. I crash my lips to his. He grunts as I lean into him. His arm comes up and rests on my shoulder, holding me back from him. I knock it away. I move in closer, my whole body pressing against him. I reach between us, not overthinking, just doing, I wrap my hand around his dick and slide my fist up and down.
“Leonardo.” His voice is gruff. There’s an element of warning. His eyes stare, and I stare back. I lick my tongue across his, and his eyes close. I nip at his bottom lip, and his eyes open. Lust flashes across his face, his eyes darken, and his voice comes out hoarse. “Leonardo, stop.”
“No,” I whisper. I tighten my grip and pump his dick. I grind against him, and he tries to pull away.
“Don’t, Leonardo.”
“Don’t hold back, Bell, please. I know you don’t talk about feelings, but show me. Show me how you feel. Show me how much you hate me.”
His gaze darkens his dark eyes almost black, his gaze intense, so fucking alluring, so dangerous, and like a moth to a flame, I’m desperate to get burned.
“I don’t hate you, Leonardo.” He blows out a breath. “I don’t hate you so much.” He grimaces.
I reach up and grab him by the back of the neck and crash my lips to his. I force my tongue inside. I caress his tongue with mine and grind against him. I want him. I need him. I just want to know I mean something to one person. He pulls back, and I lean up to kiss him again, but he presses his hand to my throat, pushing me back against the bed. “You sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I’m serious, Leonardo. You need to think and think hard because once I fuck you. Once I take you as mine, there’s no going back. I’m not patient, I’m not gentle, Leonardo. I will break you. I break everything.” His stare is intense. The scowl on his face is harsh, but the more I stare at him, the more the heat rises inside me. I can see how handsome he is behind everything. And it’s something I never thought I’d think about another man but him. He’s turned my world upside down. He came for me. He killed for me.
“I want this. Bellino. I want you. Break me.”
He leans in, his hand still wrapped around my throat, and I smile as his lips hover over mine.
“Last chance. The devil’s knocking, Leonardo, you let me in, there’s no going back. Once I’m inside you, it’s over for you. There will never be anyone else, ever again.” I slide my legs wider, and he presses between them. His hand reaches between us, and he pushes between my cheeks. His finger presses against my ass, and I whisper against his lips, “I’m ready, Bellino. Take me, I’m yours.”
“Oh, fuck yes, you are.” He pulls back. The look on his face is addictive. I’ve surprised him. I did some Googling and found out how to get myself ready for being fucked by my husband and his massive dick. I spent some time working on myself in the bathroom before I climbed into bed.
He lines his tip against me, and the corner of his lip twitches. He slowly presses inside me. I take a breath, my hands brace against his forearms, my fingers digging in, as he pushes past the tight ring that I’ve prepped for him. Filling me up, I gasp and breathe, pushing until he bottoms out, then we both take a few breaths, panting, staring. He’s biting his fucking lip, and that’s it. His eyes flash as the restraint dissolves, and a feral grin spreads across his face. Bellino slams into me, and I yell out. He smirks and pulls his hips back painfully slowly before he slams into me again and again.
The sound of his balls crashing against me fills the room. Hips smash against each other, echoing grunts as he powers into me, and I uncontrollably buck to meet his thrusts, and my shuddering moans and gasps fill the room, and I spill against my stomach.
I gasp. How is that even possible? My stomach is wet as I look between us to see I’m covered in cum, fuck. He glances between us and groans at the sight of my cum covering my stomach, and he grunts against me, filling me with his own hot cum. He shudders, his head drops, and his hand relaxes, moving to the side of my shoulder, supporting himself. He then goes to move, but I reach around to his ass cheeks and grip him tight, holding him against me.
“Don’t leave.” I gasp out.
He actually smiles at me, a genuine smile. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen on his face before, and my stomach flutters. “Never, lil’ lamb—let me just clean you up.”
I grasp his wrists. “Please. Just lie here a little?” I wonder if he can see the panic in my eyes. I feel overwhelmed. I feel everything. My skin is on fire, my heart is pounding, fighting to get out of my chest. The sound rushes around my ears, and I feel dizzy. But the truth is, I’m never gonna be done, not now. Not after him having me like this, not after everything. I actually feel whole for the first time in my life. I can’t bring myself to allow him to tear away from me, so I rest my hand on his tattoo.
I hope my stare tells him everything I feel because I think I’m gone. He gently rests against my lower half, holding his body away from my still tender ribs, and his face burrows into my neck. He peppers kisses along my collarbone. Before his gaze settles on mine, we stare into each other’s eyes, and I know this is the start of something completely different from what I thought everything was going to feel like.
Fuck, that was intense and exhilarating, and I came so fucking hard and so unbelievably fast, but now I’m spiralling.
I stutter on a breath and close my eyes, trying to take a second to ground myself. Things have changed. I sensed the shift, the way he looked at me after I got back, but now I don’t know what it all means.
“You’re thinking too hard.” He smirks at me. He pinches my chin, and I lift my gaze to meet his. He tilts my face from side to side as he stares into my soul. My breathing picks up under his intense glare. I feel like electricity is pulsing through my skin. He slowly lifts his hips and pulls out of me, and I try to look away, but he grips my chin harder.
“Look at me.”
My head shakes slightly, and I avert my eyes. I can’t. I can’t bring myself to see the look on his face now. I have an overwhelming feeling that now I’ve given him everything. It’ll be over. He’ll be done with me. The look everyone in my family has always given me. That pity that I’m so used to seeing, thedisappointment before they abandon me and don’t give a fuck about me. He pinches my chin harder.
“Look at me. Lil’ lamb.”
I take a breath and slowly raise my gaze to meet his, unsure of what I’ll see when I finally look at him. He stares at me for a second, assessing me, analysing me, before crashing his lips into mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, dominating me, breaking me down, and destroying every thought I had about him not wanting me. Every doubt I ever had, and every insecurity I ever felt. He came for me, and he will always come for me. My father is dead, and he is all the family I will ever need. I let myself have this moment. I grab onto him. I hold him. And I let myself be his. Relishing in the safety that washes over me while wrapped in his arms, and I know in this moment that this is where I belong.
