I kept devouring her through every brutal pulse, licking and sucking the mix of her release and blood without mercy, drawing out the orgasm until she was shaking violently, oversensitive, and chanting my name like a broken prayer.
Only when her leg went completely limp did I lower it gently. I rose slowly to my full height, towering over her wrecked, trembling body. She looked ruined in the most exquisite way, flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, swollen lips, thighs shiny with her release and a faint trace of blood. My masterpiece.
I wiped my glistening mouth with the back of my hand, then gripped her jaw in a firm, possessive hold and kissed her filthy and deep, making her taste herself, her blood, her cum, her surrender, on my tongue.
My other hand stayed between her legs, cupping her soaked, pulsing, freshly claimed pussy like I owned it. Because I did.
“You’re mine, Aurora Ventura,” I rasped against her lips, voice dark with lethal possession. “Every scream, every drop of thissweet virgin blood and cum, every shattered moan. This body, this heart, this soul, they answer to me now. And I’m just getting started ruining you for every other man on this earth.”
The rain hammered against the windows like applause as I held her close, my dark empire forgotten for the only light I’d ever let touch my black heart.
Aurora was still trembling in my arms, soft and wrecked. She blinked up at me with glassy eyes, then dropped her gaze to the massive bulge straining against my sweats. A shy but wicked little smile curved her lips.
“My turn,” she whispered, voice husky. Her fingers trailed down my chest, reaching for my waistband. “Let me suck you off, Santino. I want to taste you.”
I caught her wrist, pinning it above her head against the ropes. A low, dark laugh rumbled from my chest.
“You think you’re going to offer to suck my cock like it’s a polite request?” I murmured, leaning in until my lips brushed her ear.
My free hand slid between her legs again, cupping her tender, blood-streaked pussy possessively. She gasped.
“When you finally get this dick in your mouth, Aurora, you won’t be offering. You’ll be on your knees begging for it. Begging to choke on me. Begging to swallow every drop like the good little slut I’m going to train you to be.”
Her breath hitched, cheeks flushing darker.
I released her wrist but kept her trapped with my body. My hand moved to her throat, holding her possessively.
“Not tonight. Tonight I want you in my bed, spread out on my sheets, wearing nothing but my marks and the evidence of what I just took from you. You’re sleeping in my bedroom from now on. Every night. Where I can reach you whenever I want.”
Aurora shivered hard. “Santino…”
“No arguments.” I kissed her again, slow and filthy. “Get dressed. We’re going downstairs.”
I stepped back to watch her bend on shaky legs, the sight of her ass in the air, still marked by me, with faint traces of blood on her thighs, making my cock twitch with brutal need.
As she straightened, I yanked her against me, palming her ass possessively.
“And when you do finally beg to suck me off… I’m going to make you earn every inch.”
Chapter Fourteen: AURORA
Thesmellhitmehalfway down the staircase, rich, warm, and far too comforting for a place like this.
Garlic. Slow-simmered tomatoes. Fresh basil. Bubbling mozzarella. It wrapped around me like a memory I wasn’t ready to face, stirring something deep in my chest that felt dangerously close to safety.
I paused on the landing, inhaling despite myself. My thighs still ached faintly, a delicious soreness between my legs where Santino had claimed me with his mouth and fingers just hours earlier. The faint sting and the memory of my own virgin blood on his tongue made my cheeks heat.
“What is that?” I called down, trying to sound unaffected.
“Heaven,” Matteo shouted back, his voice echoing from the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and continued down the stairs. “You can’t taste heaven, Matteo.”
“You can in this house,” he replied, popping another piece of mozzarella into his mouth like the little criminal he was becoming.
The massive kitchen glowed under warm pendant lights, all sleek black marble and steel that should have felt cold but somehow didn’t tonight. Rain hammered violently against the floor-to-ceiling windows, lightning flashing silver across the glass and illuminating the glittering city in the distance. Everything felt too warm. The air thick with garlic and melted cheese. The lighting soft and golden. The feeling blooming in my chest.
I didn’t trust it. Not one bit.
