“Do you understand now, Princess?” His voice was cruel velvet as he tossed his pants and black boxer briefs aside, leaving him distinctly bare and uncompromisingly male, the dark ink of his tattoos stark against his bronzed skin.
His cock, fully aroused, stood tall and proud—a girthy and veiny shaft jutting towards me. Beneath it, his balls were heavy and taut.
I should have been more focused on getting out of that belt, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Gianni's cock.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I understand.”
“I don't think you do.” His gaze raked down my body, sending a shiver through me despite myself. “Not yet.”
Fear coated my tongue.
It was so bitter.
Yet, my traitorous body hummed with need, not understanding the true context of this situation.
He stalked over to the bed and got on it.
My breath hitched.
As he hovered over me, he seemed even bigger now, even more imposing without the barrier of clothing.
“Princess, I wanted your first time to be romantic and sensual.”
My bottom lip quivered.
His hand moved to my dress’s hem. Soon he was bunching up the fabric in his fist before yanking it up to my waist, exposing my red panties to him. “But we will have plenty of time for me to give you romantic, passionate sex—”
“G-gianni, this is crazy—”
“Are you just realizing that you are married to a man that is insane?”
I blinked my eyes. “Well. . .no.”
“Then, be happy that there will be no pain, just pleasure—”
“You shattered someone’s pelvis—”
“I was mad about something else—”
“You’re mad now—”
“No, Princess.” He gazed down at my red panties. “Now I’m just. . .eager.”
This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But the look in his eyes, that dark, predatory gleam, told me there was no escape.
He was going to take what was his, and I was powerless to stop him.
I was trapped.
My entire world had narrowed down to the sight of the devil—this powerful, dangerous man—naked over me.
His gaze remained on my face as he slipped his hands up to the top of my dress and with one sharp tug, tore it open, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the room.
I gasped.
My nipples hardened and pushed up against my red bra, begging for his mouth. They didn’t understand that he was a controlling monster.
And. . . with each second. . .I was slowly forgetting that he was a monster too.
