There wasn’t an inch of me that was disgusted by this. There wasn’t an inch of me that wasn’t aroused by this. “Obscene. Impure. Psycho.” I blinked. “Intimate. So fucking intimate.”
He twirled my blood over his lips and tongue, his eyes rolling back, smiling. Then he said my name as if in bliss.
Without warning, he ripped the other side of my panties. I gasped, and gasped again when his arms held on to my waist and spun me so that I was on all fours.
“I want to carve my name on your body. Mark you mine forever.” I could feel the cold sharpness move above my ass, writing his letters, but not cutting. My mind was too dazed and lightheaded to even grasp the amount of danger that came with his desires. “But I won’t. Only to prove to you that I don’t need it to make you mine.”
He grabbed my hips and shifted behind me. The tip of his cock hit my asshole. No, no no. That was a territory I never wanted to touch. Cosimo respected that because he knew how painful it’d be with his size. “Enzio, please, no.”
“No what?”
“My ass. I… He never…”
“Aha. He only took your pussy virginity.”
“Yes.”
“Well…you shouldn’t have said that.” He pushed into me harder.
“Oh my God. Please. Please. You’re too big. With your size, and no lube, you’re gonna split me in half.”
His chin pressed into my shoulder, and he kissed my neck. “I can always lube you with your blood.”
I had no words to say to that, only trembles. My limbs vibrated, my teeth clicking together, fear surging through every fiber of me.
He held me tight, enveloping me with a warm embrace to stop my shaking. “Easy now. I know you’re not ready.” He planted multiple kisses along my neck on each side. “One day. Not today.”
That bid the air back into my chest.
“Now,” his palm slid between my legs and cupped my pussy with a possessive grip, “what did you want me to do with that?”
Didn’t he know already? Why was he embarrassing me? I wasn’t much of a dirty talker. “I want you to make me come. I earned it, didn’t I?”
“How do you want me to make you come? How do you want me to own you, dolcezza?”
My heart was hammering in my chest, embarrassment, need and shame burning my whole body. I knew he wanted me to beg for his cock so he’d win, so I’d stay and never leave. “I want you to fuck me…with your cock.”
“Beg for it.”
The way he said it shut down my brain. “Please.” The word fell off my mouth, and I immediately regretted it. I’d just thrown myself into a hell pit forever.
He groaned, inserting his fingers inside me, the sound of them hitting my wetness loud. That was how wet I was. He groaned again with the discovery. “You got it…puttana.”
He didn’t!
He entered me, opening me wide. “I’m gonna fuck you, and when you’ve had more than you can take, I’m gonna do it all over again. I don’t care if my cock fucks you bloody. I won’t let up, no matter how much you beg me to.”
“God, Enzio! What the fuck?”
“This,” he slammed into me—the loud cry I released came from my soul—“iswhat the fuck.”
It never ceased to shock me how big he felt inside me, how painful the stretch of my pussy could be at first. Then with the next thrusts, pain and shock vanished, replaced by deep pleasure that made everything else in life a big fat nothing.
“You feel this, dolcezza? This is me, the man you hated so much you wanted to rip his heart out and feel it bleed all over your hand, owning you forever.”
He buried himself deeper and deeper, making me feel his possession. I did. So much. I felt him everywhere, running under my skin. I loved every moment of it.
His slow, steady rhythm into my body sent my senses shooting off into space. When his pace increased, he held me tighter and bit into my neck. My pussy gushed all over his cock, and I was so fucking close. Fuck, I couldn’t come this fast. He barely fucked me.
