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)
"Worse, how?" Marzia hisses.
"Well, I could fuck Darla instead," I muse. "Make you watch... Make you drink my cum out of her—"
"Piercing!" Marzia yelps.
"Perfect." I kiss her, rough and dominant. "Oh, by the way. It's one in your pussy, or one on each nipple. You can decide."
"What?" she shrieks. "Adrian, don't do that to me! Can't it just be—my belly button?"
"We can do that too, if you want," Darla smiles. "On top of the others of course."
Marzia seethes quietly.
Darla prepares the equipment. "Have you decided?" she asks after a few minutes.
"Yes," Marzia whispers dejectedly. "I want my nipples pierced."
"Say please," I mutter in her ear, pushing her hair off her shoulder. "Be nice."
"Please," she whispers.
"Good girl. Now hold my hand. This is going to hurt."
30
Marzia
It's over. I bit my lip so hard it bled, but it's over.
Adrian holds me in his arms while Darla packs up her things and leaves. I'm not crying, but my heart pounds with a mix of fear and adrenaline nevertheless.
Finally, we're left alone, and Adrian softly kisses my forehead. "You're okay. You were really fucking brave, bambina. I'm going to show you how proud of you I am." Gently, he lays me on my back on the bed.
I don't dare to look down at my tits where two 24-karat gold barbells now pierce my nipples. It doesn't hurt anymore. The numbing cream's worked its magic. Although, I'm still so shocked I went through with it.
Even when Adrian told me I was allowed to change my mind, I didn't. I wanted this ‒ a sign of his ownership over me. And as I lie on his bed and revel in his gaze drinking me in, I finally look down, where the spikes sparkle under the dimmed lights.
"They look so fucking good," Adrian growls. "I can't wait until I can bite them... But I have to do something else first."
"What's t-that?" I stutter.
"Reward you." He climbs on top of me, careful not to hurt me.
His fingers trail over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I'm trembling, shivering. I want this. I want him.
I groan, arching my back and closing my eyes as he starts to kiss me, avoiding my breasts. The swelling from the piercings makes it difficult to focus on anything else... until I feel his lips on me. They steal all of my intention and suddenly, I can't focus on anything but the way he makes my body submit to his.
"I need to come in you tonight," he mutters against my ear. "I've been thinking about it, bambina... Filling you. What do you think your fiancé would say if he saw us?"
I freeze beneath him. "Don't talk about him."
He laughs. "You can't stop me," Adrian says. "You don't miss him, do you, bambina? You think he'd be jealous seeing you like this? What do you think he'll say if he ever gets his hands on you and sees what I did to your tits?"
I flush, knowing he's right. Vitto would fucking kill me, and so would Luigi, my brother.
Fuck. I've really messed up. And yet I can do anything about it but whisper, "Fuck me full, Adrian..."
He gets naked. His muscular body looks intimidating positioned over me. His dark torso is tattooed just like the rest of him. He's so fucking handsome my heart threatens to stop staring up at him. I want this.
"You're making me wild tonight, bambina," he mutters. "All I can think about is burying my cock in that sweet hole between your legs and using you until you tell me I can have anything I want... If I want to put my name on your skin, you'll let me."
I gasp out loud, but he's not done yet.
"If I want your clit pierced, you'll beg for it. You'll do anything, won't you?"
"Y-Yes," I whisper as his fingers dip back between my legs. "Not with your fingers, Adrian, give me your cock, please!"
"Do you deserve it?" he grunts against my lips. "Do you deserve this?"
"Yes, please..."
"You, not Nicoletta?"
"No," I hiss, thrashing beneath him. "Don't make me wait!"
He doesn't. He buries his cock inside me to the hilt.
I struggle to catch my breath, gasping for air as his girth stretches me more and more.
"This is what you wanted, right?" he asks softly against my lips. "You wanted to be fucked?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"With nothing between us," he goes on. "No condom. Nothing."
"F-Fuck..."
"You know what the test was, admit it."
"No, I—"
"You're ovulating, Marzia."
"What?" I gasp.
"You're ovulating for the next three days, so I'm going to spend the next three days buried deep inside you, giving you every single bit of seed my body has built up over the years. And you're going to be a good, grateful girl for me and take every single load of cum I have. And then you'll wait, legs up, and pray I knocked you up."