“You ready, Tits?”
“Yes.”
Doc’s eyes take on a cold burn I remember from my time in the cage. “Say what I wanna hear.”
At first, I’m confused, then it comes to me. “Please, Domenico?”
“That’s it.” His cock eases inside me and I gasp.
“Now say‘fuck me. Rail my slutty pussy like the dirty girl I am.’”
“I can’t say that!”
He withdraws. “Then you don’t get dick.”
I touch a hand to my breast. It can’t matter. I can’t need any more sex. Yet in a few seconds I’m squirming, the lack of friction like physical pain. I look into Doc’s grinning face and know he could tease me all night. I made him surrender and now I need to do the same. I draw in a breath. “F-fuck me, Domenico.”
He taps himself on my clit. “And the rest?”
“R-rail my slutty pussy.”
He seems to forgive me the last few words because he slides back inside me with a groan. “I’m gonna batter you, Tesorina.”
I clutch his muscular shoulders, too overwhelmed to say what I feel, which is ‘Good. Do it.’
He tilts forward, pinning me against the table, my ankles around his neck. He sets a brutal pace, slamming into me, driving me to a peak I thought impossible after the orgasms I’ve already had. He never pulls all the way out, pulsing and grinding like he can’t stand to leave my wetness.
“We’re here,” he says. “We’re fucking here.”
And as he fucks me, his eyes stay locked on my face, as though he’s committing all of this to memory. As I writhe beneath him, his hand closes around my throat. “Your cunt belongs to me now. Give me everything.”
“You come in her and you’ll be killed, Valente,” Eli barks, and I want to scream at him that it’s not his business, that it doesn’t matter. But Doc just grunts and keeps thrusting, bringing me closer and closer to climax. I convulse again, digging my fingernails into the table and scratching the wood.
Doc keeps going, driving into my oversensitive flesh and making me scream.
“You angel. You fucking… beautiful… bitch.”
He pulls out and comes all over my stomach in a warm, white flood.
He did listen, I think dizzily.
Doc sits back on his heels, swiping a hand across his forehead. “Basher, are there any more of those cloth things?”
I lie in a daze as Doc wipes me up. I’m so lucky I didn’t have to marry Mr. Parker. That I get to be here. It isn’t anywhere my family would approve of, but it’s mine. And my old school friends would be so jealous.
Doc tosses the napkin aside and thumbs my lower lip. “Finally got to stick my dick in your twat, Tesorina, and all I had to do was say some shit I didn’t mean.”
I give him a look. “Even if you didn’t mean it, you said it and I’m going to tell Adriano you said it.”
“You little… female version of Benedict Arnold.”
I giggle. “Sorry, I guess.”
“Yeah, you will be.” Doc lifts his gaze to Bobby. “Basher, you wanna come up to my room and do this whole thing again?”
Bobby gives us a wide, all-American smile. “Let’s do it.”
Doc jumps from the table and extends a hand to me. “Let’s go find a bed, Tesorina. You’re gonna get fucked forever.”
