Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t,” she whimpered as I stroked a hand over her reddened ass.
“No. But you would try to kill your uncle—a mafia boss.”
Another smack, and I swear she arched her back into it. And all the while, she was so impeccably silent. Not a single plea or cry from those innocent lips.
“A man with armed guards. A place with little chance of success or escape.” Smack.
“Gio,” my name was a prayer on her lips that had my dick throbbing in response.
“You’re mine, Emilia.”
She was, and yet I’d dropped the ball and failed to protect her, even if it was from herself.
“Even your fucking death belongs to me. And you were willing to gift it to that piece of shit.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” I swept my tongue up the length of her spine at the same time that I dipped a hand between her legs.
Fuck, she was soaked. Her hips squirmed, trying to force me inside her.
“What do you want, princess?”
She dropped her forehead to the mattress. “I don’t know.” Her voice broke. Good.
Shatter for me, my love.
“I think you do.” I pressed one finger deep inside her, and she clenched around me, a small moan slipping from her throat.
“You. I want you,” she said in a rush.
Satisfaction thrummed through me as I slipped another finger inside her. No one was as responsive as Emilia. To both pleasure and pain.
As untouched as she was, she’d become hard-wired to react to me, and it was intoxicating. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, and I wanted nothing more than to feel her grip my cock like that. So wet and tight. Instead, I pulled out, dragging a trail of moisture upward and around her ass.
She tensed, and I tsked under my breath.
“You don’t get to decide how you have me, Emilia. But I will have every bit of you. Every thought, every sweet moan.” I leaned over her, raking my teeth over her shoulder. “Every fucking hole.” I eased a finger into her virgin ass.
She sucked in a sharp breath, and I licked up the side of her neck, barely holding it together as her ass clamped around my finger.
She shook, breathy little moans trickling from her throat in the most perfect symphony. This was her punishment, but also her therapy. I needed to break down every barrier she had and leave her with only me. I would bring her back to me with the reminder firmly imprinted on her skin to never again do anything that might take her from me.
“Reckless.” Thrust. “Defiant.” With my free hand, I reached between her legs and stroked her clit.
She writhed beneath me, her defenses crumbling to dust.
“You drive me fucking insane, piccola.” And she always had.
My dick was leaking pre-cum, and the urge to fuck her was so damn strong. When I pinched her clit, she came apart, shaking and moaning, her perfect ass clamping down on my finger. God, she was everything I’d ever wanted.
“Never letting you go, Emilia.” I gripped her hip and fisted my dick before slamming into her pussy.
She keened at the rough entry, and I stilled, reveling in the feeling of having her wrapped around me once more. A week had felt like an eternity. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I knew I’d never get enough. No one could compare, and nothing could ever match this. She was heaven on Earth.
I drove into her without mercy, and her nails raked into the pillows, back bowing in an attempt to force me even deeper. Her innocence was already so corrupted.
She tugged against her restraints as she turned feral. She was my reckoning, pulling me apart at the seams until I couldn’t remember what it was ever like not to feel this complete.
I realized how much she’d truly scared me that night. How close I had come to losing her. Even the thought of her betrayal hadn’t been enough to drown out the fear. The memory made me rabid, and I fucked her harder as if I could imprint myself on her fucking soul.
“You’re mine.”
It was a punishment and a claiming, love and war made flesh. I shoved the shirt up to her wrists, exposing her face before I fisted her hair. I yanked her head back until her spine bowed and she took even more of my dick. “From the moment this pussy bled on my cock, you’ve been mine.”
“Gio—”
“Say it, Emilia.”
For once, she didn’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”
Fuck, I loved those words on her lips.
Her pussy squeezed me, and my movements faltered as pleasure hazed everything. I gripped her jaw, fingers denting her soft cheeks as I kissed her and fucked her and marked her.
I swallowed her moans as she came on my cock, pleading and crying. I kept fucking her until she was begging me to stop, and I had to fight the urge to bury myself deep and come deep inside her. Instead, I managed to engage my brain and pull out, stroking my dick and painting her back in thick ropes of come.