He jerks in pain, and I feel a trickle of blood on my tongue. Before I can do more damage, he's out of my mouth and holding me by the throat, his eyes glinting dangerously in the dark.
Did I go too far?
"A little bloodthirsty, aren't we?" he raises an eyebrow at me.
I struggle against his hold but only manage to take one step before I find myself backed against the wall. Enzo is at my back, his hand traveling up my thigh and reaching for my underwear.
"Was that your plan all along, little savage? Have me at your mercy so you can make me bleed?" His breath is hot on my neck as he rips my panties with one tug.
Damn it! I forgot how dangerous he can be.
"This is why you wore this flimsy dress, isn't it? Cock bait, aren't you?" he asks, his voice ragged as he drags his fingers through my drenched folds.
"Fucking hell, you're soaked." I feel him at my back, pushing his body into me, his bloodied cock right between my ass cheeks.
"Let me go," I tell him, sending my elbow into his gut.
"Didn't you come to get fucked? I don't do things by half, little lamb, and it seems you've been a very naughty girl. Playing with me like this… was it fun?" he asks, one finger settling on my clit.
A whimper escapes me at the sensation.
"Your body's asking to get fucked at this point. Your pussy's begging for my cock, isn't it?" he continues, his finger still playing with my clit.
"You want my bloody cock to fill you up, don't you, little savage? Feel how my blood and cum mix in your dripping cunt,"his movements on my clit speed up and I almost lose it. But even so, I know I can't allow this, so I try to move aside—anything to escape his hold.
His hands tighten over my waist, his body lined up with mine against the wall. Then his cock is nudging at my entrance, the head barely making it inside before I'm already convulsing, my walls closing in on him.
One thrust and he's all the way inside, stretching me and filling me at the same time. I feel the stickiness of the blood coupled with my juices as he starts moving in and out.
"Maybe this isn't punishment enough for you," he says, his teeth scraping the skin right below my ear. "Maybe I should take your ass next." I gasp at his words and start struggling. But I can't do anything as he holds me even tighter, his hips pistoning in and out of me with more aggression.
God, I should hate this… I really should.
But my starved body meets each of his thrusts, absorbing every bit of pleasure he can give me. My soul, on the other hand, just becomes bleaker.
Are you satisfied now, Allegra? You have all the proof you need that your husband is a disgusting bastard—and a cheater.
Admitting to myself that I'm a pathetic mess way over my head, I stop struggling.
I just let him fuck me, feeling every stroke of his cock and the way he holds me flush to his chest as his hips move against me, his dick sliding in and out.
When he finally finds his release with a ragged moan, I take advantage of his lowered guard to push him off, righting my skirt and fleeing from his presence.
"Run, little lamb, run," his mocking voice follows me as I turn the corner and make my way into the house again. I can feel the mix of blood and cum slowly leaking out of me, and I find a secluded corner to clean myself up.
I just got irrefutable proof that my husband is a fucking degenerate.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
I won't cry. Not anymore.
Instead, I steel myself againstanyemotion. And by some unknown luck, as I head back to the party, I catch a glimpse of my mother.
She's also making my job easier as she heads toward the restroom. I guess now I don't need to try to get her alone.
I follow behind her, my steps bringing me closer to my goal for the night. She enters the restroom, and I catch the door, locking it behind me.
She's in a stall doing her business, so I prop myself against the counter, staring into the mirror—into the foreign eyes looking back at me.
