“That’s none of your—”
I slam into her again, swallowing whatever she was going to say in a kiss, devouring her. She makes a sound that’s half outrage, half moan. My hand slides from her jaw down the column of herthroat, over her breast, landing hard at her hip. She smacks at my wrist.
“Stop—”
“No.” I pin her wrist against the wall. My other hand finds the hem of her dress.
“Vin, I swear to God—” But her voice is already fraying at the edges.
“You are so fucking sexy in this dress,” I murmur against her ear as my fingers find her panties and push them to the side.
She gasps against my shoulder, the hand she was just smacking with me now curling into my shirt.
“This isn’t—Vin—” She’s looking up at me, pleading, as I stroke her wet slit.
“I know.” I keep my voice low, against her ear and slide two fingers inside her. She instantly clamps around me with a moan. ”I know.”
She’s warm and perfect and mine. The past months of thinking about her, avoiding her, trying to get her out of my head evaporate, every point of my existence focused on being here, right here, right now, with her.
I slip my fingers out of her, rip her panties, and her whole body shudders. I smirk as I stroke her slowly, deliberately, until her breathing starts to stutter.
“You’re going to come so hard for me,” I say against her temple. “Aren’t you, princess?”
“Don’t call me that.” But she’s rolling her hips against my hand.
I grip her jaw, tipping her face up to mine. There are no lights back here but in the intermittent flash of fireworks I can see her eyes, wide, furious, and so fucking beautiful. “Eyes right here, Sophia.”
She does as I say, like she’s physically hanging onto my gaze as she starts to shake.
“You’re my pretty little fuckhole, aren’t you?” She’s about to come. I can feel it in her tense pussy, see it in her glassy eyes. I pull my fingers out of her and she screams softly in frustration. Can’t help but laugh. “Say it.”
“Say what?” She grabs my wrist and tries to push my fingers back inside her.
“You know what.” I rub her clit with my thumb, let one finger tease her dripping opening.
“I’m your little fuckhole,” she breathes.
“Almost,” I correct her.
“I’m your… pretty little fuckhole.”
“Yes you are, princess. You were fucking made for this. Made for me.” I put her hands on my hard cock through my pants and she unzips me and pulls me out without being told. Hiking her leg up around my waist, I line my cock up with her entrance and bottom out inside her. We both groan.
“This ismypussy, Sophia.” My tone is gruff, zero emotion, as I fuck her. But I fucking mean it, slamming into her with everyGod damn word. “Mine. I don’t care what happens with anyone else, not with you and not with me. I will find a way to take care of you. Always. You belong to me.”
The glass in her eyes breaks, and she turns fiery. “ROSSO!”
I freeze.She’s never used that safe word before:red. Emergency stop. Not once in anything I’ve ever done to her.
She slams her palms into my chest. My brow furrows as I move her hands down by her side. I’m still inside her, and I have no intention of pulling out until I’ve bred her. But I don’t move.
“I amnotyours.” Her voice is shaking, but her eyes are clear. “You are marrying someone else. And I am—” She stops herself abruptly and squeezes her eyes shut tight.
“And you are?” I prompt her, daring her. “Think carefully about how you respond when I am inside you.”
Her eyes well up with tears and she starts to cry, quiet tears that I’ve only seen from her in the dark.
“Vin… Please. Stop. Stop with all of this. I can’t do this—“
