"Yes," I whisper, one hand on his hip as I urge him on.
"You're perfect. So fucking perfect I don't know what I did to deserve you," his words take an unexpected turn, but the intensity of his emotions only serves to make me more in tune with my own.
"My little tigress, fuck!" His mouth is back at the bite mark, nibbling and teasing the skin. His teeth scrape against the wound, piercing my flesh again and again as he moves inside me, pain and pleasure mixing, making me gasp in surrender.
I know he's drawn blood again, and he uses his tongue to smear it from the wound to my neck, leaving small bites in his wake before reaching my jaw. He grabs me roughly by the neck, turning me slightly so he can have access to my mouth.
"You're mine, damn it," he says against my mouth, licking a trail of blood across my lips and pushing his tongue inside. His hold tightens as he forces me to taste my own blood, fucking me with both his mouth and his cock.
I give in, pushing my hips against his to take him deeper,grabbing the hand where he'd cut himself and returning the favor. I swipe my tongue over the cut before seeking to open it again with my teeth.
I shouldn't be the only one to feel the pain.
"You're a little savage, aren't you?" he asks, hooded eyes gazing down at me. Instead of taking his hand away, he presses it further into my mouth, urging me to taste him. I lap at him, and he groans in my ear, the sound reverberating through my entire being.
I clench around him, a shivery anticipation enveloping me. His other hand is already touching me, stroking my clit until I'm coming again.
His thrusts gain momentum, his touch bruising as he pumps his release into me.
We both collapse on the bed, wrapped in each other. We stay like that until I hear his steady breaths and know he's asleep.
I disentangle myself from him, laying a kiss on his brow before I get off the bed.
Standing up, cum starts leaking down my legs. I don't mind it as I plant myself in front of the camera. It should have captured everything perfectly.
Lucia should have a front-row seat to see just how much her sonhatesme.
Facing the camera, I swipe some of the cum from the inside of my thighs and bring it to my mouth, licking the finger clean with a moan.
"Bring it on, bitch!" I let the warning speak for itself as I return to the bed and succumb to sleep.
Yes, I might not be the prettiest, or most cultured, or even the most experienced.
But I'm not about to letanyonewalk all over me.
My husband included.
35
ENZO
What the fuck happened?
Opening my eyes, I groan at the fierce headache that hits me. Looking around, I frown, surprised to find myself in my old room.
I'm alone in bed, but the shape of another body is imprinted in the sheets next to me, evidence of what happened the night before. Allegra isn't around, but I hear the water running in the bathroom.
Not wanting to come face to face with her, I grab my clothes and stumble into the room across the hall.
Fuck!
Bits and pieces are coming back to me, and none of them paint me in a good light.
"Enzo, please don't. Not like this."
That one phrase keeps replaying in my head, and I try to remember how it got to that point.
I'd been late to the party, held back by a meeting with the Russians. Ever since we'd cut our ties with Lastra, we'd been unable to find a new provider for the clubs. Rocco had put me in charge, and I'd met with the current Pakhan to discuss a newdeal.
