I waited for a minute, making sure she was deep in sleep. Then I traced her lips with my finger, reminding myself of the softness. I thought the years waiting for her were bad. It was nothing compared to now. Knowing the taste of her kiss, the feeling of her skin under my hands, the way she shuddered for me, the sound of her moans, the shape of her naked body…
All that should have happened when she slept in my bed with my ring on her finger, but she had to do what she did, didn’t she? So I’d give her what she wanted. What she needed. Even before time.
Because like me, she couldn’t wait any longer.
I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and groaned. “Why do you have to be so beautiful? So young? So damaged?”
So naughty.
“I can’t let your bad, bad behavior last night go unpunished, can I?”
No, Tino. I know I’ve been bad. I deserve to be punished. So punish me. Please.
I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. Then I took her lips between mine, inhaling her breath, devouring her in a kiss. She moaned into me, her tongue reaching out to mine. I licked the taste of chamomile and the sweetness of her, and then bit each lip, leaving them swollen, punishing the mouth that spilled our secret.
With my fingertips, I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and took it off her. Then her shorts. I inhaled them deeply, the smell going straight to my cock. “You were toying with me last night, taunting me, daring me. Well…here I am. Exactly where you wanted me to be, you naughty, naughty girl.”
I took a thorough look at her beautiful body, my desire for her excruciating. “Remember that promise I made you? That when I take you, you’ll be looking at my face in broad daylight? You make me wanna break it so bad.”
Through a hiss, I dipped my fingers under the edge of her panties. “But I’m the grownup here. I have to keep my promises to you. I have to take care of you. But also, I have to teach you how to behave.”
Yes, Tino. I’m so naughty. You have to teach me a lesson. Punish me. Hard.
I pushed down the red lace, careful not to rip it off. No bra, lace underwear.Who are you wearing lace underwear for, Angel, huh? For him? You thought he’d be coming to your room here and finish what he started?
Taking the panties off her ankles, I felt the dampness in my hand. Cazzo. She was so wet. CAZZO.
I covered my nose and mouth with them and groaned. “You smell so fucking good, Angel.” My tongue darted out for a forbidden taste. “You taste so fucking sweet.” I’d take those, too, and put them with the other souvenirs, but she’d be suspicious if she woke up missing them. Soon, I’d make all her panties wet and keep them all for myself.
I needed more of that taste, though, and I needed it now. My hunger for her burned through me as I stared at her pussy. It fucking glistened at me.
Punish me all you want. I want it. I just want it. And I want you. Take me, Tino. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.
I wiped a palm across my face, huffing and hissing. “I want you, too, Angel. All of you. Every broken piece of you. Every shred of your soul. Every fragment of your heart. I want all of you.” I parted her legs and knelt between them. Then I pulled my cock out, my teeth spearing my lip. “But you said not like this, and I made you a promise I intend to keep.”
Stare on her wetness, fist filled with her panties, I stroked myself. The sound of her moans along with the face she made when she came and the feeling of her ass on my palm all flashed in my head. “My cock will fill your virgin pussy very soon, my sweet Angel. I’m keeping all my promises to you. Tonight, I’ll only mark you for what you did.” My breath snagged in my chest as I groaned again, my cum dripping on top of her pussy. “So you’ll never forget what you’ve done or who owns you.”
Chapter23
Lina
“Wanna go see the new Mike Gennaro movie? You know, cheer you up a little?” Nicky said over lunch. We both had slept in and skipped our Sunday brunch for the first time in months. It was really weird how I’d slept like that during the storm. It never happened before. Must have been the incredible softness and comfort of the bed that made me sleep like a baby.
“I’m not in the mood.” Not because of theincidentlike she must have believed. Last night, I had the weirdest dream that confused me more than I’d ever been.
“C’mon, isn’t the Italian Heartthrob your favorite?”
I did have a thing for hot Italian bad boys. Obviously. The ridiculous wet dream I had last night…was killing me. My panties were drenched with the stickiest cum ever. I didn’t know girls could produce that amount of juice in an orgasm. Unless it wasn’t just one orgasm? Damn. “Don’t you have to go to work?”
“I’m taking the week off.”
“The whole week? Since when do you take any time off? Nicky, you don’t have to do stuff like that. This is not what I need from you. Not anymore. Yes, I had a terrible experience, but I’m no longer a child. You don’t need to babysit me.”
“I’m not babysitting you, sweetie. I’m being here for you.”
“What about all that money you need to save up for when you don’t have time to work?”
“I figured since we’re not paying the rent for some time—”
