Page 154 of Lovely Venom

“Fuck, I missed this,” he growls.

His rough confession leaves me drunk with pleasure and completely unaware. So when his palm collides with my ass, it startles another yelp from me, and he rumbles his approval.

“You have to stop taking this away from me.”

He doles out another stinging smack on the other side, and I bite back a moan.

“Use your words,” he orders roughly. “Let me hear it.”

I want to tell him, but I also don’t want him to stop. So I let him punish my ass until it’s red-hot, realizing in the moment how much I needed this.

When the words finally burst out of me, my voice cracks.

“I’m sorry for taking it away.”

He slides his hand through my arousal and slowly pushes two fingers inside me with a groan. “Look at my good girl making that pussy so wet for me.”

I clench around him, ready to come from those words alone.

He sweeps his other palm up my back and twists my hair in his grip, giving it a firm tug.

“I want to fuck you hard, gattina.”

The ragged edge in his voice tells me this isn’t just want, and I don’t even have to think about it.

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly, my spine bowing as he increases the tension on my hair.

“Obbediente, come mi piace.”

A needy sound spills out of me as those accented words settle between my thighs. He could read a grocery list in Italian, and I’d still probably get off on it.

Dragging his wet fingers out of me, he gives my pussy a light slap, then soothes it with the head of his cock. Spreading me apart with his hands, he sinks inside me about an inch before he stops.

I’m wondering what he’s doing when he tightens his hold on me, but the answer comes a second later—when he buries his cock inside me with one thrust.

It steals the breath from my lungs and nearly buckles my knees as every solid inch of him splits me apart.

“Look how well you take it,” he rasps, slowly withdrawing his cock and pushing back into me. “Do you know what this fucking pussy does to me?”

A strangled sound of pleasure crawls up my throat as his approval floods me with warmth. I crave this from him, and when he gives it to me, I unravel.

He winds my hair around his fist and pulls my head back until I meet his gaze.

The raw, heavy slide of his cock increases as he picks up the pace, and I surrender completely.

He fucks me hard, claiming me without restraint as we stare into each other’s eyes.

There’s something so hot about watching him own me like this, I never want it to end.

I know now, without a shadow of a doubt, I’m so gone for him. And he’s not even close to done wrecking me yet.

“This is where you belong, principessa.” He releases my hair and wraps his hand around the front of my throat.

I nod, choking back the emotion rising inside me. I want it to be true—more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Anchoring an arm around my waist, he pulls me upright and presses my back to his chest.

My head lolls against him, and his fingers caress my face as if committing every detail to memory.