I'm frozen as he flicks the knife down my torso, ripping the material of my shirt all the way down to my belly button. He turns impatient, throwing the knife to the ground and ripping the rest of the material with his hands. The tattered shirt falls to the ground.
I try to make out his face, but he's wearing a balaclava. All I can see are his dark eyes. They gleam with a predatory kind of hunger.
"Please," I whimper.
"Don't fight it," he growls. "You're not going anywhere until I have my fill of you."
His eyes are fixated on my lips as he takes off one of his gloves.
"So fucking pretty," he mutters under his breath. "Take your little skirt off."
I glance over at the street. There’s not a single person in sight.
"Nobody's coming to save you, pretty girl," he says, brushing his knuckles down my neck and over the slope of my breasts.
Goose bumps rise on my arms as he cups my breast in his calloused hand. He gives it a rough squeeze before pinching my nipple.
"I asked you to do something," he says. "Don't make me repeat myself."
I part my lips to respond, but I can't say a word. He's crowding me harder against the wall, making sure I can feel the way his big cock pulses against my stomach.
When I don't move, he spins me around and presses my face against the wall. He holds me still as he pushes my skirt up until it bunches around my waist. And then his fingers are over my pussy, making me turn wet and pliant.
"Wet," he accuses. "I knew I smelled a sweet pussy. I knew you'd like it."
His breathing turns heavier as he takes his cock in his hand and pushes it between my ass cheeks. He slides it over my slit, getting his tip wet against my folds.
"Now be a good girl and take it," he says, pushing against my entrance before thrusting all the way inside. I rise on my tiptoes at the rough intrusion.
I try to scream, but his hand is back over my mouth. He fucks me with crude thrusts of his hips, his larger body holding me in place as he takes what he wants from me.
I try to move, but he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body.
He leans down to whisper in my ear. "You can struggle, but just know that it makes me even harder."
His hand brushes against my clit, moving in lazy circles until I lose sense of myself. I can feel his cock getting even bigger inside me, stretching out my walls until all I can feel is him.
I give in.
I let him use me for his pleasure.
He turns me around and lifts his mask. I look into Dante's whiskey eyes before he crushes his mouth against mine. It's a hungry kiss, the kind between two lovers who haven’t seen each other in years.
"Mine," he growls, wrapping his hand back around my neck. He lifts me until my thighs are wrapped around him and then slams his hard cock back inside me. "Mine. Mine. Mine."
He punctuates each word with violent thrusts.
"My sweet girl," he says, watching the jiggle of my tits as he fucks me. "I tried to hide my obsession. I really did. But then you were away, and I lost my mind. I couldn't even think straight."
I can feel him unraveling as he unleashes the power of his body on me. My nails dig into his muscular back as he bounces me on his cock over and over again.
"I can handle a little bit of obsession," I whisper.
"It's in my blood now,piccola," he says. "I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to. I couldn't take a proper breath until I saw you again."
One of his arms is around my waist, keeping my back from scraping against the wall. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. At the same time, he buries himself inside me to the hilt.
I can feel himeverywherenow.
