Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Ella gasped and arched her back, trying to shift her hips forward.
Reaching under her, I cupped her breast and gave her nipple a hard pinch. “Back into position.”
“Ow!” Her hips moved back.
I increased the pressure of my fingers as I rubbed between her legs harder and faster. After every few strokes, I would move my hand over her ass and tease her puckered hole with my thumb. Her body would jerk and stiffen in response before I swept my hand once more between her legs. This time pushing first one, then two fingers inside her tight pussy.
Unlike before, I pushed in deeper with each pulsing thrust, until her body’s resistance pressed against my fingertips.
So she was still a virgin.
No, not just a virgin.
Mine and only mine.
My soon-to-be wife and the mother of my future children would belong only to me.
I was a twisted, misogynistic bastard for even thinking it, but I didn’t give a damn. My cock lengthened to the point of almost pain at the idea of being the only man to possess her.
Especially after reconciling myself to the idea of her sister, a woman who had spread her legs for more men than I could count. Reconciling myself to the knowledge that I would never be fully certain any children she bore in the marriage would be of my blood. It had been a tough pill to swallow.
But now a change in fate had brought this sweet creature into my life instead and although I sure as fuck didn’t deserve her, I was going to hold on to her with both hands.
My fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. “Now you’re going to be a good girl and come for me.”
She moaned as she fisted the bedcovers. Her thighs clamped around my wrist. “This isn’t right.”
“This is exactly right. I need you to come so your pretty cunt is nice and slick for when I push my cock inside.”
She leaned up on her forearms. “No! You can’t. Can’t you just… do what you did before?”
I wrapped my right hand around the back of her neck to push her head down and arch her back, which pushed her hips against my hand as her knees spread open.
The perfect submission position.
If I had my way, she’d start and end each day sprawled over my lap just like this.
“No, babygirl. There is no turning back now.”
CHAPTER 31
ELLA
Iwas trapped.
Although could I really call it a trap if, as the prey, I willingly stepped into the cage?
The hard truth was, I could have stopped this madness at any moment by simply telling Matteo the truth.
I knew his kinky games and harsh punishments were only because he had assumed I was my much more experienced sister. And yet, I did nothing to stop them.
Because the obscene truth was, I liked it. I liked being dominated and subjugated by him. There was something about having your sense of control torn from your hands that was both terrifying and thrilling.
Even now, as I lay shamelessly half-naked across his lap, I knew if I truly screamed or cried out, he’d stop.
I moaned as his fingers pressed harder inside my pussy.
Biting my lip to prevent myself from screaming "harder… deeper."
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
Fuck the consequences.
My scalp stung as he pulled my hair, bowing my back even further. “Come now, babygirl,” he commanded in that dark, authoritative voice of his.
And I obeyed.
A ripple of pleasure ran up and down my spine as my hips ground against his leg, my inner muscles contracting around his fingers. “Oh, God! Oh God! Oh! Oh!”
Lost in the rush of pleasure sweeping over me like warm water, I barely registered it when Matteo shifted me off his lap and onto the cool silk of the bedcover.
His powerful hands gripped my waist as he guided me flat on my stomach. His knees forced my legs open wider. “I can’t wait any longer,” he breathed against my shoulder.
Although some, I was sure, would think it cruel, I was grateful he didn’t turn me onto my back to face him. I didn't think I could do this if I was forced to look him in the eye.
The sound of him lowering the zipper of his jeans was like a buzz saw in the tense silence.
His hips then pressed against the underside of my ass.
I hissed. The skin was still deliciously swollen and sore from his belt.
The head of his cock pushed against my pussy. “This is going to hurt, baby. I can’t be gentle. Not now.”
“Make it hurt, Matteo.” I needed the pain to assuage my guilt.
It burned as he pushed the wide head of his shaft past the tight ring of muscle guarding my entrance. I gritted my teeth, feeling my body stretch to accommodate his thick girth.
My fingers once more dug into the covers and I breathed out in short, erratic gasps.