His eyes stared wildly at my body. Then he traced my lower lip with the knife. It prickled the soft flesh but didn’t cut it. My body heat rose in response to his subtle threat and the hunger in his eyes. Both fear and desire battled within me, the confusion at its maximum.
Cosimo threatened me all the time. He threatened to torture anybody who dared think of touching me. He threatened to kill my friend if I didn’t date him. He threatened to lock me up and never see the light again if I’d ever left him. His love was violent, and it turned me on as fuck.
Enzio’s hate was as violent as Cosimo’s love, and that fucking look he had for me now, the same animalistic gleam in Cosimo’s honey eyes, both had the same effect on my body. By the growing size of Enzio’s poking erection, I’d say my reaction drove him wild, too.
He circled my erect nipple with his thumb, and if I was worried he’d physically hurt my vagina because I’d be too dry when he violated me, well…that was one less thing to worry about. “Put. Your tit. In my mouth.”
All lines blurred, I tangled my fingers into the thickness of his hair and pulled him to my free nipple.
A shark-like smile took over his face as he pulled the knife away from my lips. His tongue darted out and slowly lapped from under the areola to the top of my breast and back, teasing my nipple back and forth. I hissed, his eyes locked with mine, monitoring every reaction on my face.
Why did that make me so fucking wet?
This was wrong. Enzio wasn’t Cosimo. He wasn’t the man I loved, surrendered to and gave my body. He was the complete opposite of that. He was the asshole I hated the most, never would surrender to, and the fucker forcing me to give him my body without my consent.
Was Ithatfucked up?
His tongue flicked and teased my hard nipple for a few seconds before half of my tit was in his mouth, and he suckled me with a too familiar hunger I missed so fucking much.
Fuck. Wasn’t it enough that he looked the same as Cosimo, had the same bedroom eyes, did he have to feast on my tit exactly as Cosimo used to do, too?
The throbbing and gushing in my pussy was unbearable as Enzio’s wet licks and suckles tortured me. This was so fucking wrong and needed to stop.
“Aren’t you worried yourmoveswould confirm their doubts about…your nature?” I couldn’t risk calling him sick again, not when I was naked under him, a fucktoy for his twisted pleasure, his mouth devouring my tit like a delicious dessert, and he had a knife in his hand.
He released my nipple with a pop, his lips swollen with all the sucking and the vicious kissing. “Who said they were doubts?” He pinched my nipple, and I moaned. What the hell was wrong with me? He smirked. “And who said I gave a fuck? For all I know, all these pigs would be pulling knives on their wives and bitches from now on, because what I’m doing to you, and howyou’reresponding is hot as fuck, and they’re drenching their panties and underwear watching.”
His hand continued down to my stomach, and his fingers brushed my waist. My flesh blistered and cringed at the same time. I didn’t want him to touch me, yet my back arched giving him more access to my body.
Oh, hell.
His hand glided back up to my breast and pinched me again. Then, without a warning, he straightened and pushed down his pants, his cock peeking from the elastic. I trembled vigorously, and he took his pants off completely.
My eyes widened at the sight of him. Thewholesight of him. Hums and murmurs of admiration broke into the basement. He was so fucking tall and beautiful and muscular and huge.
Terrifying.
It was the first time I saw him fully naked with a massive hard-on that didn’t compare to the one he sported when he was masturbating in front of me.
And it was scary.
Girls always raved about big dicks, but they didn’t know the amount of work required to take them or the pain they entailed without the proper preparation.
On my first time with Cosimo, I freaked out. He had to go real slow and gentle with me, made me come before he entered me, and still his cock stretched me hard to fit in. It took me months to get used to his length.
With his animal brother on the loose, and even though I was wet a second ago, I was scared dry and immobile now. I felt as if I was kidnaped and shackled in one of those BDSM dungeons, except there were no real chains, it was only the look in his eyes and the promise of the significant amount of pain that came with his cock.
His weight and heat pressed on my pelvis, and I writhed underneath him, stomach to stomach. His arms boxed me in as he ground his cock against me, nothing separating him from fucking my pussy.
His tongue licked my neck up to my earlobe, and I moaned in disgust, not pleasure. The fear made my mind and body gain clarity of the reality of the situation. This was sick on both his side and mine. Enzio was a twisted son of a bitch who would take his brother’s wife as his, and I was sick enough to agree and get fucking wet to my husband’s psycho twin as he touched me against my will.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I didn’t deserve to feel bad about what he was doing to me. I deserved the abuse, the punishment, and I’d lie here and take it all without a tear or a protest.
My list of sins was long. My crimes deserved no mercy. The second I chose to be Bianca Lanza, I’d sold my soul to the devil. Cosimo died because of it. Alfarez almost died because of me. My son was doomed to be an heir of a criminal kingdom because I couldn’t stop myself from joining his father’s hell.
Now, it was my turn to be punished for my crimes. My body was the price, and my soul was to be marred in the darkness forever.
“Are you ready for me, dolcezza?” Enzio bit under my ear.
