His face is pressed against my hair. His grunts echo around in my head as he takes what he needs from me.
"I can't wait to be inside you,piccola," he says. "I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy strangling my cock."
I thought he was intense before, but it was nothing compared to how rough he gets with me now. Something dark blossoms inside me.
I like his power.
I crave his violence.
His cock brushes against my clit with every rough pump of his hips. I'm sensitive everywhere, and this friction between our bodies pushes me over the edge again. This time, I nearly black out as the release takes me under. It feels like I'm being thrown into a dark abyss.
It feels like I'm free-falling.
"You're such a whore for me," he says, playing roughly with my clit as he rubs his pulsing cock over my sex. "You look so pretty when you're getting ravaged."
With a low grunt, he jerks against me. His hold on me tightens as he comes against my pussy. There's so much of it that it drips down the inside of my thighs. His hand massages it against my flesh, his firm touch nearly making me come again.
"The next time, all of this come is going to be inside you, little bird," he says, pressing a kiss over my temple.
He turns me around in his hold. There's dark possessiveness swirling in his eyes, but there are hints of something else, too. I refuse to even acknowledge it.
He rubs his thumb over my cheek.
I fight the instinct to lean into his touch.
"Don't fight the inevitable, Grace," he says. "You'll see soon enough why it has to be this way."
My chest feels so hollow, like there's nothing inside me. Not even a pulse.
"You say that I need your protection," I say. "But what's in it for you, really?”
"Isn't it obvious?" he asks, slipping his fingers into my hair. "You've captivated me, little bird. It's a tale as old as time. I want you. It's that simple."
"You...wantme?"
"You have no idea how much.”
He's about to say something else when his phone rings.
"One moment, please," he says, leaving me near the railing as he walks a few feet away to take the call. I can't hear what he's saying, but he’s watching me.
I stare at the white-blue water until it burns my eyes.
Everything else is the same, but the golden glow of the morning is gone now. The light, bubbly feeling is just a memory.
I used to hope for a day when I wouldn't have to live like a caged bird. I used to dream about freedom and happiness.
I guess it just wasn't in the stars for me.
14
DANTE
Ikeep my eyes on her as I accept Enzo's call.
“Dante, we have some information about the two shooters," he says.
"What did you find?"
