The long erection poking my pelvic bone answered me. The dark hardness in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken for anything but deep hatred. “You brought it on yourself, dolcezza.”
Yes, Enzio. Give me all your dirtiness. All your hate. All your vicious monstrosities. Remind me who you really were and never make me forget.
He lifted off me just enough to take off his t-shirt, his tattoos moving with the flexing of his muscles. He had a lot of them. Tattoos and muscles.
His naked chest touched mine, the first time our skins connected with no barriers, and I shuddered. His fingers plunged into the back of my hair, and his eyes zeroed in on my lips. “Kiss me.”
I blinked hard. “What?”
“You heard me the first time.”
So he wasn’t going to just take what he came here to take. He was going to make me give it to him myself even though it was the last thing I wanted to do ever. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…
He’d strip me from the only power I had left. The power to make him feel guilty.
As if he could feel guilt. What the fuck were you thinking?
The blindfold doesn’t sound like a bad idea now, huh?
“Give me the ribbon,” I breathed.
“You missed your chance. Now shut the fuck up and do something useful with your mouth.”
He pulled my head closer, licking his lip. I swallowed and pressed my closed mouth to his.
He tasted like an ashtray, and my stomach flipped. He couldn’t brush his fucking teeth or use a goddamn mouthwash?
“You call that a kiss?” His mouth came down on mine in a long, violent kiss. His beard scratched my face. Our teeth clashed. His tongue chased mine as he tugged me toward him, binding my little body to his with a strong embrace.
When I tried to break free, he tightened his grip on the back of my skull, devouring me with his villainous kiss. I had nowhere to run, not that I should. It wasn’t just my life I was risking anymore.
At least, he isn’t a troll.
That was my mind trying with a defense mechanism. The man using my body for his own sick pleasure wasn’t ugly. He was incredibly hot, strong and masculine. Any woman would love to have his tongue down her throat and his cock deep in her pussy. To be fucked by him. To be used and punished for his entertainment.
He ended our kiss on his own terms, leaving a bad taste in my mouth, only so that his hand would travel to my chest, groping my breasts. I hissed a breath, his hand felt like fire on my skin.
A disgusting groan of pleasure escaped him. “You’ve been teasing me with your mommy tits for a few days now. They feel so fucking good in my hand. I bet they’ll taste as good, too.”
“Can we skip the foreplay and give them what they want already?”
“I told you if you want my cock, all you have to do is ask nicely.”
My teeth clenched so hard they could chatter. How could I take this? Beg this asshole to rape me?
Just give him what he wants. He’s gonna do it anyway. Save yourself some pain and get it over with.
“Please, Enzio. I want…your…” The words wouldn’t leave my mouth. “Can you please make our marriage official and fuck me already?”
His smirk slapped me. “No, not yet. I’m gonna play with you all night. Put your tit in my mouth.”
Motherfucking son of a bitch bastard twat. “You know what? No. I’m done playing your fucking game. You want something, you take it yourself.”
He chuckled for a second, and then all the humor disappeared from him. He inserted a hand in his pocket and fished out his knife. Il Tagliatore’s knife.
A few gasps flew across the basement as he opened the blade. The gesture and the look in his eyes curdled the blood in my veins. He laid the flat side of the cold, shiny blade on my chest and swirled it down between my breasts. My heart banged violently as my gaze fixed on his. What the fuck was he going to do to me?
With one swift move, he grabbed the top of my nightgown, and, with his knife, sliced it in half, leaving me stark naked beneath him.
