Page 43 of The Kingpin’s Bride

“Good girl.” I set a brutal pace, chasing the third. “When you come again you’re going to ask me to breed you properly. No more quiet little moans. I want the words. I want you begging for my cum like the wife I paid thirty-five million dollars for would.”

Her third orgasm hit hard. She sobbed the words against my throat, broken and filthy: “P-Please. Please, please breed me, Matteo, fill me. I need it…”

She moaned.

“That’s three,” I growled against her ear. “Eyes on me while you come on the cock that owns you. I want to see those pretty blue eyes when your body admits what your mouth won’t.”

I kept the same deep claiming rhythm, chasing the fourth while she trembled and whimpered and tried to twist away from the oversensitivity. The cream made it impossible for her to escape the pleasure. Every stroke forced another wave through her. I watched her face the entire time, cold and focused on the surface, burning underneath, collecting every broken expression the same way I had collected her photographs.I buried myself to the root and came with a low guttural groan, flooding her in thick endless pulses. I stayed locked inside her, grinding deep, making certain every drop stayed. My hand rested possessively over her lower belly, feeling the faint tremor of aftershocks moving through her. The sight of her under me, collared, flushed, filled, the most beautiful woman I had ever touched, made the place under my ribs open wider than it ever had before.

Only then did I pull out. The loss was sudden and filthy. Cream and cum immediately leaked from her in a slow thick trickle onto the black sheets. I looked down at the mess I had made of her, swollen, used, marked, and something dark and satisfied settled in my chest.

“Try to sleep,” I said. My voice was flat again, controlled. “The cream will keep working for several hours. Write the next entry while you wait. And if you write ‘I hate him’ one more time, make it creative. I’ll get bored of the same three words. Let’s keep this fun for both of us. Oh, and one more thing.”

“What now?” she sighed.

“You won’t touch yourself. Got it?””

She nodded weakly, still trembling around me.

“Words, Rena.”

“I understand,” she whispered. “I won’t… I won’t touch myself.”

“Good girl.” I finally pulled out, watched the thick mix of cream and cum leak from her, and pushed it back in with two fingers. “This stays right here. Sleep with it inside you tonight. Tomorrow we start over.”

I traced the collar with one finger while she lay trembling.

“You took me so well tonight,” I murmured, almost soft. “Look at the mess we made.”

I slid two fingers through the cream and cum leaking out of her and pushed it back inside.

“I know it hurts,” I said. “I know you hate how much your body answers. But this is the only way I know how to keep you. Until I figure out the rest.”

I kissed the corner of her mouth, gentle and filthy at the same time. “Be good for me, Rena. I’ll give you the world. Can you do that?”

“…Yes.”

“Good girl.”

At first it was quiet. A soft broken hitch of breath. Then another. Then the unmistakable sound of a sob Morena was trying and failing to keep silent. The sound grew louder, rawer, until it was no longer quiet at all.

She was crying.

I set my phone down harder than necessary and walked to her bedroom. It was late at night.

The door opened under my hand without resistance. She was on the bed where I had left her, the sheets tangled around her bare legs, the collar locked around her throat. The locked diary lay open beside her, the pen fallen from her fingers. Her long black hair was a tangled mess across her face. Those blue eyes were red and swollen. Tears streamed down her cheeks in thick tracks. Her full soft mouth was open on quiet, helpless sobs that shook her entire body.

She looked up when the door opened. The moment she saw me the sobs broke harder. She tried to turn her face into the pillow, tried to hide the collapse. The white clothes I had dressed her in earlier lay discarded on the floor. She was bare, marked, and she was coming apart in front of me.

The sight of her like this, the most beautiful woman I had ever touched, reduced to raw sobbing on my sheets, did something dangerous to the cold control I lived by.

My cock stirred again at the vulnerable picture she made, at the way her tears made those blue eyes look even more devastating. I hated the reaction. I hated that her pain pulled anything from me at all.

She tried to speak between the sobs. The words came out broken and wet. “I can’t… I can’t do this… please…”

I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me. The leash was in easy reach. I did not pick it up yet. I simply stood at the side of the bed and looked down.

“You can,” I said. My voice stayed level, but the hole made the words feel less solid than they should have. “You’re very strong. You lived through that awful man, Dario, didn’t you?”