I drag my mouth up, my teeth grazing the skin of her neck until I reach her pulse. Licking the sensitive spot, I suck on it, leaving my mark on her before latching on with my teeth—breaking the skin.
Blood flows into my mouth, and I revel in the metallic taste, in the way we become one.
Her hands tug at my hair, bringing me up to face her. I stareinto her eyes as she leans into me, her tongue dancing on my lips, licking her own blood before deepening the kiss.
I increase my speed, my fingers digging into her hips as I work my cock in and out of her.
"Faster," she commands, and I can only oblige.
Briefly slipping out of her, I turn her onto her stomach, grasping her ass and plunging into her once more—deeper and harder.
This is the animalistic way our matings usually end.
I grab her hair, pulling her toward me, while my other hand circles her neck. I continue to lick the open wound on her shoulder as Allegra whimpers in both pleasure and pain.
She comes, screaming my name, her walls clenching around me. I thrust into her a couple more times before emptying myself inside her. Satisfaction brims within me as I imagine my seed coating her womb, impregnating her.
Because she's mine.
And she can onlyeverbe mine.
38
ALLEGRA
I dropthe little shovel to the ground, and I stand up, already in dire need of a glass of water and some shade. I should have realized that gardening at noon in August wouldn't be a good idea, but after running out of things to do, it's not like I have a choice. It's that or… complete boredom.
Is it possible to die from boredom?
Because I feel like I might soon.
After my emergency visit to the ER last year, things have changed. Dramatically, one might say.
One day, Lucia was laughing at me from her lofty tower; the next, she was gone. She'd suddenly decided to visit Sicily for an extended vacation.
When I'd heard that, I'd been ecstatic. Finally, I'd get to have a respite from the ongoing battles in this house.
Though I'd felt like shit from getting my stomach pumped, I'd still found it within me to rejoice at the thought of spending one day—just one day—in peace.
And to my everlasting joy, she still hasn't come back.
But Enzo…
His behavior had changed completely after those incidents.Gone was the playful rogue, replaced with a cold, unfeeling bastard.
Silly me, but I'd thought that sleeping together would change our relationship for the better. Instead, Enzo had become more taciturn, sometimes barely acknowledging me. If that wasn't enough, he started prohibiting me from going outside—even with armed guards.
In just a short while, I've gone from reluctant bride to embittered prisoner.
For the first month, I'd tried to get used to the idea. After all, what else is there for me?
But I tasted freedom, and now I know what the world has to offer, so I wasn't about to let another man cage me.
A small flicker of hope started to grow inside me, and I knew I couldn't just take his abuse.
While in the beginning it had all been fanciful notions—the dreams of what if—after witnessing a new side of my husband, I'd become increasingly sure that I couldn't stay.
One night, Enzo had stumbled into my room and we'd proceeded to claw at each other like two animals in heat. We'd been out of control for the entire night, our bodies doing the talking instead of our mouths. It had been heaven… and hell.
