She rolled her eyes toward the window again. That was it? No comeback? C’mon, I—and my cock that didn’t sink into a wet mouth or pussy for five days, the longest in twenty years—liked this hate game. Maybe I didn’t tease her strong enough.
“I was planning on being gentle tonight,” I started, and her glare hit me. “You know, I’d put up a convincing show to get them off your back, and then it’d be over.” I stared into her eyes that even now wouldn’t break. If I did shove my cock down her throat, would she still look at me like she could burn me alive? I bet she would, and I bet I’d nut faster than ever. “But after what you did, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, all night, and I’m gonna enjoy every second watching your pain and humiliation while I fuck your pussy dry.”
“Cosimo loved me, wanted me, and not once had he forced himself on me. He waited twelve years, tried every twisted trick to get me in his bed, but he never touched me unless I wanted him to.”
“I’m not in love with you to care, and I’m not Cosimo.”
“I know that. You can rape me all you want, prove to your mother you’re the boss, brutal and dominant, a big man who fucks like a beast, but the truth is, you’re not half the man Cosimo was. Never will be.”
I swerved the car to the side of the road and slammed the brakes to a halt with a screech.
“Are you crazy?” She glanced at Mario who was fast asleep in his seat. “What the hell are you doing?”
I pushed her seat back adjust with one swift move, and then grabbed her shoulders and made her lie back as I straddled her.
Her fists did an impressive number on my chest through her squeaky yelps. I grabbed hold of her hands and crossed her wrists together behind her head. The position flattered her heaving tits, made them stick up wildly.
“Get off me, you sick son of a bitch.”
I ground my cock into the fabric of her dress and bent my head down, letting the heat from her caught breaths scorch my face. “You’re really asking for it. You can just ask nicely, wifey. Maybe I’ll feel generous and give it to you.” I smirked. “But where’s the fun in that, right? You love that little game as much as I do.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t want you touching me or coming anywhere near me.”
“Oh yeah?” I hiked her dress up with my right hand, my left tight on her wrists, and then I ripped the fuck out of her panties. A loud gasp escaped her. “What? Scared of what I’m about to do to you? Or of what we both know I’m gonna find if I touch your pussy?”
She kicked and screamed as my palm pushed against her pussy and I slipped one finger in. Cazzo. She was dripping.
“You don’t want me, huh?” I swallowed a groan, my erection pressing painfully against my pants. “Tell that to your pussy.”
“It… it doesn’t mean that—”
I rubbed her clit, and her pussy clenched with more juice, her nipples hardening in my face. “That you’re a terrible liar? Yes, it does.”
Her lips twitched. “Get your hand off my pussy, Enzio. It’s not yours.”
It was Cosimo’s. A bitter feeling burned my chest. Something new I’d probably never felt before. Just like the almost guilt she made me feel when she was playing her trick on me. This time, it was jealousy. I was jealous of my own dead brother.
That infuriated me more than her calling me half the man he was.
It pushed that button; when I stopped the car and ripped her panties, I was only intimidating her. Now…
“You’re right.” I pulled my finger out of her scalding wetness, picturing how it’d feel around my cock when I made my claim—I have to make my claim. “It’s not mine…yet. Until I rectify that in a few hours,” I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, “you’ll deepthroat my cock while I claim you with my hand.”
“No, Enzio. I—”
“Shut up. The only thing I’ll allow you to say is a thank you for letting you come, too. Another word, it’ll only be the deepthroating and finger fucking.”
Her jaw clenched. “Aren’t you scared I’m gonna bite?”
“That was before today, dolcezza.” I pulled out my cock, appreciating the freedom. “Now you’re gonna behave or your body won’t take the punishment I have for you.”
She took one look at my erection resting on her stomach and trembled underneath me. I liked that way too fucking much, and I wanted to see it—her little body shaking under me with excitement, intensity, arousal and a little bit of fear—again and again.
Releasing her wrists, I lifted my body up. Then I slid hers down and fisted her hair, bending her mouth to my cock. The position was fucking uncomfortable, but if I returned to my seat so she could blow me properly, the dynamic would change. Not only did I not trust what fucked up reaction she might come up with—she could throw herself out of the car for all I knew—but also I wouldn’t enjoy her sucking as much.
This was not about getting my rocks off. It was about teaching Bianca a lesson. It was about hurting her. It was about hating her. It was about making her…mine.
As the tip of my cock touched her lips, I dipped my finger inside her. She was still wet, and I licked my lip, imagining her taste. I pushed into her pressed mouth. “Open up.”
