I swallowed thickly, my body frozen to the spot. I owed him this, didn’t I? I owed it to him to show him how sorry I was, and how I was his and not Beast’s. How I wouldn’t let him down again. I had no one left, but here was Lorenzo after everything I’d done to mess up our relationship, and he still wanted me.
He pushed his pants down and pulled his hard length out, his hand sliding up and down the shaft as he slid his seat back in one swift movement.
His unwavering gaze was on me, hard, brutal. “Take it,” he said, his voice thick with authority. “Take it and apologize for embarrassing me.”
I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to do this.
But how could I say no to him?
How could I tell him that I didn’t feel in the mood to have sex or to touch him. That I just wanted to be left alone. Because then I would be completely alone. So so alone. And maybe he’d get angry with me too, and then what? Maybe he’d tell Jenna she couldn’t eat in his restaurant anymore, and when she asked why, he’d tell her and she’d hate me even more. The scenes spiraled through my mind on fast-forward, and I found more tears sliding down my cheeks as I slid forward in my seat, searching his eyes for something, anything.
“Take it and show me you’re truly sorry,” he growled.
Lorenzo reached for the back of my head, pushing it down toward his crotch roughly. I opened my mouth, realizing that he didn’t want sex. At least not yet.
“Yes, yes, Belle, take it,” he grunted, impaling my mouth with his hard length.
This felt too intimate and dirty, more so than sex. His hands wound their way into the back of my hair, clasping my long lengths in his fists, as my tongue swirled half-heartedly around his length. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to be here. But once again, I’d found myself in an impossible situation that I couldn’t get out of.
He thrust up with his hips, his rock hard length reaching to the back of my throat and making me gag, but his hand in my hair kept my head down and forced me to take all of him and not pull away. Tears bled from my eyes as I choked around his hardness. His hips bucked, thrusting himself savagely into my mouth over and over as I gagged and cried and tried to cough, my throat instinctively trying to close and stop him from entering it. But it was no good.
He was too strong, I was too weak.
He was too hard, and I was too soft.
“Yes, yes, take me, Belle,” he groaned. “Take me and earn my forgiveness.” And I couldn’t deny that I felt better at hearing those words. That maybe I could make everything right if I could just do this one thing for him. If I could just hold on for a few more minutes without falling apart completely.
“Remember that this mouth is mine now, nothis, not anyone’s, but mine,” he gritted, sounding angry with me as he slammed his way into my mouth over and over.
My jaw ached, saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth, and still he pumped into me. Still his hand clutched painfully at my hair, holding my head in place, not giving me even an inch to breathe, grinding his way into my throat as I tasted his precum.
His words frightened me—his actions even more so. But at least I wasn’t alone. At least I was being forgiven by someone. And right then, all I wanted was for someone to accept me. For someone to know that I was truly truly sorry and that I never intended for any of this to happen.
So I took Lorenzo. I opened my throat up to accept him even though it hurt. I sucked and tightened my lips around him and sheathed my teeth, and created a stronger suction as he pushed into me over and over, demanding an apology from my mouth.
Gone was the gentle lover I’d had, replaced by this brutish man as he fucked my mouth viciously, claiming my apology for himself from my swollen lips until finally he was coming in long, hot spurts across my tongue and down the back of my throat. He shouted incoherently in Italian as he ground himself into my mouth, his hands pulling at my hair painfully as he choked me with his hard length. I thought I would suffocate, as he held himself in me, his hips thrust up so high that the tip of him was blocking my airway as he made sure I took every last inch of him and swallowed every last drop of his semen.
I started to panic, struggling and pushing against him as I sought air. My eyes streamed, hot tears dropping onto his crotch that seemed to spur him on and demand more from me.
“Yes, Belle,” he yelled loudly as his throbbing cock began to finally soften.
Lorenzo finally let go of me with a sigh of deep satisfaction, and I released him from my mouth with a loud pop from my lips. I sat up gasping for air, my mouth feeling bruised from his brutality, and I stared at him for long moments in silence, confused, broken, and lost. I didn’t know this man—this monster, this maniac—and right then I didn’t seem to know myself either. We were strangers in that car, becoming people that neither of us recognized.
My lungs burned as I breathed fresh air into them, the taste of his salty cum still in my mouth as I stared at him in horror.
His face was expressionless, his eyes swimming with darkness, until finally he spoke. “You’re forgiven, Belle,” he said calmly, like it was the most logical thing for him to say then, after what he’d just done.
I was forgiven.
I gasped, not sure what to say to that, and he smiled at my silence, reaching out to stroke away the spittle at the side of my mouth.
“Once can be forgiven, Belle,” he warned, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. “But once only. Do you understand?”
I nodded, but I didn’t, not really. Had he just punished me? Was that not affection but revenge he’d just inflicted upon my mouth with such viciousness that my jaw throbbed and my throat burned? A punishment to stake his claim and a warning not to do it again or worse would happen?
A sickness began to grow in my gut, worry growing deep inside me. What had I done?
