Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Christ, she’s too fucking tight.
Gabriella’s back arches, and her muscles tighten, pain rippling over her beautiful face.
I feel her breasts against my chest as I thrust deeper, and this time, she clenches her jaw to keep from making a sound.
Not wanting to torture her, I brace her leg over my ass to open her wider. When I slam into her, she pulls her arms away from me to cover her mouth as a cry is torn from her.
Fuck.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
Being fully sheathed by her way-too-tight pussy feels fucking incredible.
Letting go of her thigh, I bring my arm up and pull her hands away from her face.
“Breathe,” I grind the word out.
She gasps, and when tears spiral from her eyes, she tries to wipe them away, but I take hold of her wrists and pin them on either side of her head.
I kiss a tear away from her temple, and not able to keep still for much longer, I push an arm beneath her and hold her to me.
“Mine,” I growl right before I start to move.
The pleasure of being inside her becomes an inferno that engulfs my entire being. I feel like a possessed man as I hammer into her, and I can’t control the pace at all.
Fuck.
I hear the sounds of our bodies colliding as mine claims hers.
I hear her gasps and pain-filled whimpers, and I seal my mouth to hers because each one belongs to me.
Chapter 22
Gabriella
I can’t stop the tears from falling, the pain something I’ve never experienced before.
I knew it would hurt losing my virginity, but not this much. With every thrust, it feels like Damiano’s trying to tear me open, and it burns like hell everytime he pulls out.
His arm around me tightens, and I cling to him for dear life as he thrusts harder and harder.
Breaking the kiss, his eyes keep mine imprisoned as he claims me, and even though it hurts, I don’t look away.
I watch as his features tighten, then he jerks once before all his weight bears down on me. His face transforms from brutal to the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
As Damiano orgasms, and I feel the strength drain from his body, I realize in this moment, he’s as vulnerable as he’ll ever be.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, and he practically engulfs me before he plunges into me twice more.
When his body stills, he doesn’t pull out.
The pain starts to ease a bit, and as we just hold each other, the gravity of the situation sinks in.
Damiano just took my virginity.
We’ve consummated our union, and nothing will be able to tear it apart.
I belong to him.
And he belongs to me.
My eyes widen as I stare up at the ceiling.
Holy shit.
The Capo dei Capi belongs to me.
I wear his ring.
I’ll bear his children.
I’ll stand by his side for the rest of our lives.
Damiano lifts his head, and again, his eyes lock with mine.
I bring my hands to his jaw, and lifting my head, I press a kiss to his mouth before whispering, “I paid with blood for you. You now belong to me.”
When I lie my head down again, his gaze burns into mine with so much intensity I feel it in my soul.
Damiano
Gabriella’s words fill my chest, and with my cock buried deep in her body, she takes ownership of me.
I stare into her light brown eyes, the green flecks brighter from the tears she cried.
And. I. Fall.
Fucking hard.
The longer I stare at Gabriella, the more emotions pour into my chest until my heart races like a horse caught in a wildfire.
The possessiveness I felt before spirals out of control. The protectiveness becomes a living force.
I’m so fucking obsessed with her I can’t stop staring, not wanting to miss a breath from her lips.
And she holds my gaze.
My voice is hoarse as I murmur, “My queen.” I press my mouth to hers and whisper, “La mia regina.”
“Il mio re.”
Hearing her call me her king fills me with intense satisfaction.
I press another kiss to her mouth, then say, “Your virgin pussy took me so well.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and I love the sight of her blushing.
When I pull out of her, the color drains from her face until she’s pale from pain.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods as she sits up.
My eyes land on the blood coating her pussy and inner thighs.
Worried, I ask, “Should you bleed so much?”
I glance down at myself and see my pelvis and cock are covered in her blood.
“I’m sorry. I’ll clean everything quickly,” Gabriella says as she climbs off the bed.
She only takes two steps before she sinks to the floor.
In a split second, I dart off the bed and haul her into my arms.
She lets out a breathless chuckle. “My legs are numb.”
Seeing all the blood, the pain on her face, and that she’s not even able to fucking walk, regret pours hot and fast into my chest.