Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Her fingers shake as she opens the box. A small gasp escapes Marzia's lips when she sees what's inside.
"It's your nonna and nonno's wedding bands - well, part of them. I had a collar made from the gold."
She takes out the collar and hands it to me.
There's a certain level of respect in her doing this and it makes my cock fucking hard to see her adapt to the submissive role so seamlessly. I take the collar from her. It's very thin but clearly marks my ownership. I lock it into place around her neck. "Don't take it off," I tell her with a grin. "I always want you to be reminded who captured you, and who's going to keep you for the rest of your life."
She rises from the ground. Tears falling down her cheeks, face flushed - she's never look more beautiful.
I kiss her deeply then, picking her up, and carrying her over to the bed. She lays back and I admire her with my heavy gaze, drinking in every inch of her skin that's only exposed for my pleasure.
My childish vendetta has finally ended. I don't need to chase my enemies anymore ‒ they're all fucking dead. And I got the greatest prize out of it all ‒ my beautiful wife, and the child we have on the way together.
I stare at Marzia with lustful eyes as she parts her legs for me. Her confidence is growing. Not only is she a successful businesswoman now, she also paints and draws in her free time. As well as getting better and better at it. I couldn't be more proud of her and I know there's a lifetime of our dreams coming true, ahead of us.
"I need to have you right the fuck now," I mutter. My clothes come off and my naked body covers hers, pressing her down urgently into the bed as my lips explore hers. She feels like a safe haven, like my dreamwoman come to life. And I can't fucking wait to show her that being my property means she'll get as much pain as I want her to have... and she'll start to crave it. Want it. Need it.
"Thank you for my beautiful gift," she finally whispers, her voice overcome with emotion. "The collar matches the piercings..."
I smirk. "Maybe one day, we can add another one on your pretty little clit."
She gasps as I enter her. My cock fills her in an instant, eliciting a slew of moans from her slightly parted lips.
I know just how to make her submit to me. Marzia knows how to please me. Every word, every gasp that leaves her lips is like music to my ears, and I bend her to my will to my content.
We've fucked before and we've made love before, but tonight is like a mix of both. I ravenously attack her body, unable to get enough as I gorge myself on everything my sweet wife has to offer me. I slow down when she's afraid and speed up, coming to a frustrating stop right before she can feel the relief of a release washing over her.
I'm getting too close for comfort, knowing I won't be able to hold back for long. But I need her, need this, and I don't want to stop…not yet, not before I've brought her to the very brink of madness...
My cock drives into her sweet haven again and again, she moans my name as I thrust inside her, deepening our connection with each push of my powerful hips. Her words become mangled, tangling up, and then she starts crying.
I hold her in my arms, gently kissing the tears away from her cheeks. She's taught me I can be this man ‒the one that stands by her side making sure everything is okay ‒ even in the heat of the moment.
"Do you want me to stop?" I whisper in her ear. "Enough?"
"No," she admits through the crying. "Not enough, keep going, we need to come together, you have to let me come."
I hold her in my arms and continue pumping inside her, knowing I'm getting so fucking close I soon won't be able to hold back anymore. My dick grows inside her, getting bigger, angrier, needier to fill her with my seed. I know I'll never get enough of this. I'll keep filling her, giving her my children until her body can't take it anymore. Our vendetta was born out of a hatred between our families, but this is the only way we can make it right…by strengthening the bond between us.
"Marzia, I'm going to come," I grunt in her ear.
"No," she begs. "Not yet, please, I want more, I don't want you to stop..."
I fucking growl at the sound of her words. I'm so damn eager to fill her, but her soft pleas are making me slow down so I can enjoy this, prolong the fucking torture. "You love this, don't you?" I whisper in the shell of her ear. "You love being tortured like this, you love being my unwilling little toy."