His lips pursed into a thin line, but he said nothing and for just a moment, I wondered if it really were a dream. Granted, it felt very real, there was no evidence to prove it. Salvatore fucked. He didn’t make love. I would’ve felt the aftereffects of his fucking even if my dream was sweet lovemaking.
“Stay away from me, or I’ll shoot you and this time it will be to the head,” I warned my tone acid determination.
“Don’t flatter yourself,bella. Many have tried to take me out. Only, you’re the first woman to try. Twice.”
“Because I didn’t give up?”
“No. Because I let you get away with the first try.”
“You’re a condescending prick.”
“I never claimed to be otherwise. And now that I’m back, maybe I’ll teach you some fucking manners, how to respect your husband perhaps,” he growled.
“Fuck you,” I hissed, zipping out of the room as fast as my legs could carry me.
I barely made it out the door before he twisted my arm behind my back and forced me to turn around, pulling me against his chest, his grip tightening around my wrist. Air rushed out of my lungs, the roughness of his five o’clock shadow brushed against the skin of my neck as he leaned in and bit down hard. Instead of pain though, I closed my eyes, my heart racing, my spine-tingling, arousal skating through my body.
“Curse me all you want,bella.” His hand slipped inside my panties, and I fucking whimpered when his fingers touched my clit. “Your sweet cunt craves my touch. You want my cock buried deep inside you. Your wet pussy is proof of that. All you need to do is embrace it. Take what I give you.” My legs shook, barely keeping me upright when he forced a finger inside me, my body crying with the desire to be filled, to be fucked. “Don’t fight it.” He licked at my nape before moving to my ear. A few more strokes of his fingers, and I came hard and fast. The climax tearing through came out of nowhere, blazing every inch of skin in its path and if he hadn’t held onto me, I would’ve crumbled to the floor, weak with pleasure.
I was still shaking when he stepped away. Eyes the color of metal, liquid with arousal stared at me. “Never doubt me,bella.” I had no idea why but something about him felt different. Then he caught the ends of my nightie at my breast and ripped it down the center.
“What the fuck, you could’ve—”
Grabbing my hair, he guided me to the armchair facing the window. “Now, sit your ass down on my lap and ride my fucking cock until that sweet cunt of yours drips with my cum.” He let go of my hair, grasped my hip with one hand, his fingers digging deep into my skin, his other hand already unbuckling his belt. Nope, nothing different.
60
Gianna (22 years)
An hour later, my ass still sensitive where he’d smacked me, my pussy sated even if I refused to tell him I’d enjoyed what he did to my body, I stood in Salvatore’s den and stared down the crystal waters of the ocean. The beach house was beautiful, with white sand beaches, bright blue waters, and a gorgeous five-bedroom home, perfect for a honeymoon or newly married couple. Definitely not us.
I turned to look at Salvatore dressed in gray sweatpants and a powder blue t-shirt that seemed to bring out the bluish tinge to those gray eyes. Hardly believable it was the same man that fucked me raw not so long ago and my body still tingled with the aftereffect.
“How are you alive?” My words were surprisingly soft, either I was exhausted from sex or just tired of fighting a man like Salvatore.
“I had a vest. I wasn’t entirely without suffering though and it throbbed like a bitch but I survived.”
