I start to grind against his hip as I slide my leg over his, and he chuckles. “You really are sex-starved, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.” I grin over at him.
I slide my leg up and go to lift over him, and he pushes me back down, his dick’s still soft, and he looks down at it, then up at me. “Gonna be a little while.”
I look down at my pussy and back at him, and he smiles before pushing me onto my back and sliding down between my legs. He runs a thick finger through my lips, and I buck into him. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
I thrust my hips in front of his face. “Don’t waste it then.” I slide my hand into his hair and push his face into my pussy. I grind, and he grunts into me as I rotate my hips and slide against his mouth. I buck again as he catches my clit before tilting my hips back. He chuckles into me as I gyrate and throw my head back, closing my eyes.
I think of a time when they will all be dead, and I can be me and rule how I want to. I scream out his name as he bites down on my clit. “Craig, what the fuck?”
“Watch,” he gasps, and I prop my head up so I can see him. He smooths his hand over my stomach and rubs my clit, as he spears me with his tongue, letting spit slide down between my cheeks. I grunt as he rubs a finger between them, seeking out my ass, and I grunt again as he pushes his finger against it. He slicks it around before pulling back, and I groan.Fucking tease.
“One day,” he grunts, and I shudder. He always threatens to ass fuck me but never does. I’m left a little disappointed, if I’m honest. I’ve really started to love trying new things, and that’s definitely one of my top five things to try. I push down a little, but he still pulls away, and I groan. Damn it—I wanted him to, I’m ready for him to, but I buck all the same and wait for him to lick again.
He thrusts his tongue inside me and starts to movehis hips. He’s getting hard, and he thrusts against the covers, grunting before he slides up my body, leaning over and tugging another condom on. He leans up, shoves my legs open, grins, and slides straight inside me. He shudders and groans as he bottoms out. “Fuck.”
It’s a little uncomfortable with how close he is now, and how he looks at me, but it’s him trying to connect. I think he thinks it’s what all women want, some form of connection so we don’t leave his ass. That couldn’t be further from the truth in this case. He slowly slides out, shudders and slides back in, grumbling and cursing obscenities. He lays his body over mine and just moves his hips, his face over mine as he stares into my soul, and that freaks me out because what the fuck is he looking for?
I feel like he’s trying to make love to me, trying to make an emotional connection, but I don’t look. I don’t want it. I close my eyes and smile as he moves his hips slow and sure, grinding into me, and I hope he knows this will never be anything different than fucking. I come to him not for a connection, but because a girl just needs to be railed and thrown around on occasion.
Don’t get me wrong, I like fucking him, I just don’t want anything else. I don’t need a relationship. I don’t need anything other than what I deserve. And right now, that’s a decent lay. An ass fucking and multiple orgasms until I can barely walk. It’s not too much to ask.
He grinds into me and leans over, kissing up my neck. He licks along my jaw, and I cry out as he bites down harder than needed and chuckles as I pull away from him. I’m all for fucking around and being marked, but not where my father and Alfredo can see, for a start. I bat athim.
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
I glare at him, and he thrusts into me. He leans over and closes his eyes, ready to kiss me, and I turn my cheek. He kisses it, then starts whispering in my ear. I close my eyes and shut him out. He’s ruining it for me, saying lovey-dovey shit. It’s taking all my energy to focus and try to block everything out other than the feeling of his dick inside me. I need to be fucked. I don’t need to be wooed or whatever this shit is.
I shove him off, and he chuckles, rolling onto his back. I climb on top and grab the headboard with one hand and his mouth with the other. I glare at him, then close my eyes. I slide my hand to his chest and dig my fingers harder into the headboard. I ride him, rubbing my clit aggressively against him, his dick thick and hard inside me, and I concentrate on the feeling in my pussy, the feeling of my throbbing clit, blocking everything out until I scream out, thrusting against him as his fingertips grip harder against my hips.
I’m coming hard while he grips tighter. I curse and keep going. I know this is going to be the last time I fuck him; he’s getting weird, and I have a month to get ready, so I make it fucking count. I grind till I nearly black out, fucking him harder than I ever have, and when his thighs bunch under me. I stop and climb off. He groans as he cums into the condom, but I’m already off the bed.
“What the fuck, Arianna?” he gasps as he leans up on his elbows.
“It’s been great, thanks for everything.” I pull my clothes on and head for the door. He’s still dazed, staring after me.
“Wait… I thought…”
“Don’t think. Just lose my number, yeah?”
I walk out and don’t look back. Needing to get my head in the game, and whatever game he’s fucking trying to play, I don’t need more drama. I won’t be a part of it. I call a cab and head to the road. Climbing in, I give them my address and head back. I stare out of the window, relieved and frustrated. I look a fucking state but tough.
I slip into the house and hear raised voices coming from further in the house. I sneak down to Father’s office. He’s with Mr Ricci, and they’re arguing over “finer details.” I hear the words “wedding” and “eldest son,” and I shake my head and back away.Fuck.
I need to be ready to go; things are escalating. I’m being sold off to his eldest son, whose reputation precedes him. He’s notorious as a ruthless killer, a sadist, a psychopath, and a cruel human being.
I hate them. I hate them all. I remember seeing them at the engagement party, and the more I think about it, the more I think it was an audition for me. To show what kind of wife, I’ll make—meek, timid, quiet, respectful, but pretty at least. But that is not me. I won’t conform, and I won’t go quietly. I will run before I marry that man.
I head upstairs and shower. I braid my hair, put on a cute dress, and slip back downstairs.
“Father, Father,” I say loudly enough through the corridors to be heard but not to be classed as shouting. Heaven forbid a lady raises her voice.
“I’m in the office, dear.”
I head in, knowing I’m stepping into the lion’s den, but when I walk in, Mr Ricci and my father are not alone. His son, Bellino, and another man, slightly younger butsimilar looking to the others. A brother, maybe, possibly a cousin, is in the room too. As I walk in, I catch his eye, and he takes me all in, lingering a little longer than necessary. My skin pebbles under his gaze.
“Come in.” Father gestures to me. “You remember Mr Ricci? This is his eldest son, Bellino, and his other son…”
