She inches her feet out to the side giving me a better view of her fingers massaging the little nub that makes my mouth water. Her fingertips drag a slick gloss over the clit, emphasizing its dark pink ripeness.
A flare of chemistry tightens my gut, curling my tail bone. Sure enough, a pearl of pre-cum appears on the crown of my dick. I need to get inside this woman. At this point it isn’t even a desire anymore, it’s a need.
“Are you clean?” I bite out, not recognizing my voice.
She dips her gaze to my cock then lifts it, wide-eyed to my face. I get one short, sharp nod.
“I am. I never fuck without a condom,” I grind out. “Usually.”
A very small part of my conscience suggests I might want to wear one now, but true revenge can’t be felt through a sheath of latex. So that’ll be a no.
She swallows hard and I see it in her throat. She’s nervous. Good—she should be.
Dropping my gaze once more, her fingers are glistening. Watching me slowly jack off has made her wet enough.
“Lie on your back.”
The stern command jerks her chin up. She scoots back on the bed, lowering tentatively.
My cock strains inside my fist, praying that it’s time to sink into that mesmerizing, hot little pussy that’s been beckoning me since that first night.
When she’s completely horizontal, I crawl over her, still gripping my pulsing cock. If it were anyone else, I’d tell her to turn over so I could fuck to whatever vision filled my head, but I want to see her face when I stretch her apart.
This is the girl who broke me, who laughed when I fell to pieces, who took my traumatized teenage soul and shit all over it.
She will look me in the eye when I remind her of what she did and who she really is, and that fifteen years later, the Bellucci don—Il Diavolo Sovrano—ownsevery fucking inch of her.
I hover over her body, inhaling the nervous energy rising off her in waves. Her eyes are still wide, understandably.
“It’ll fit,” I assure her.
I’m careful not to touch her with my hands, instead nudging her thighs apart with a knee. Then I settle between her legs and angle the head at her entrance. Her knees clamp against my outer thighs.
“You need to relax,” I clip.
She breathes in long and tight, exhaling only a marginally more relaxed breath. I don’t know why she’s so tense. She came apart all loose and languid the other night and she’s worked herself up nice and wet tonight.
I try to push her legs apart again with a knee but shereflexively returns them to my outer thigh. It makes it very hard to angle my cock at her entrance.
Growing impatient, I dig my knees into the comforter and ram them outward forcing her legs apart, spreading her pussy for me. That scent floats up again making me heady with an insane lust.
“You ready to take me,cucciola?”
Her eyes are still wide but blinking rapidly. “Y-yes,” she stammers.
Everything I’ve planned to say is right there on the tip of my tongue. The second I’m seated deep inside her I’m going to tell her exactly who I am, remind her exactly who she was, and make it abundantly clear that I’m not inside her because I desire her, but because I want to fuckingbreakher. Just like she did me.
The crown of my cock finds her entrance and she sucks in a breath.
“I said, it’ll fit.” My voice comes out in a deep, carnal growl. I’m taking what I’m owed, what I deserve, what I’ve earned.
I push in an inch, pausing to catch my breath. It’s fucking happening. Everything I’ve dreamed about since I turned thirteen is happening right here and now. I’m sliding my dick into Pfeiffer McAllister.
It was every teenage boy’s wet dream, butI’mthe one she’s panting for.I’mthe one her legs are spread wide for.
God, she’s so warm, and tight, and perfect.
A heated flush rises up my throat, making me dizzy with the need to slide all the way in. But I want to savor the feeling of sinking into her, the feeling of owning her inch by inch, breath by breath.
