There was no room for doubt, no space for hesitation. Gianni wasn’t offering me a place in his heart; he wasclaiming my entire existence, making me his in a way that no one else ever could.
And I fucking liked it.
This wicked, hidden part of me, relished in it.
Now it wasn’t just about losing my virginity anymore. It was about surrendering to something greater than myself.
Something darker.
Something more powerful.
The fantasies I had once held onto, those dreams of soft touches were the fantasies of a girl who didn’t know what she really wanted.
But now I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to be his.
Completely.
Utterly.
“Right now. . .Daddy’s going to ruin you, and you’re going to love every second of it, aren’t you?” He leaned in closer and captured my mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. His lips—soft, full, and demanding—savored me. That tongue explored my mouth with urgency as if he were a man starved for the taste of me.
Again, it wasn’t just a kiss.
It was another one of his claims.
And he moved his mouth in this sensual rhythm, pushing me deeper into a vortex of haunting erotic sensation.
My body heated even more, until I was sure I was beginning to sweat.
The air crackled with our passion.
This electric almost poetic current flowed from his lips to mine, binding us together.
And all I could do was fully submit to the kiss, to the power he held over me, letting myself be consumed by the possessive depths of his need, the sheer brutally beautiful force of his desire.
And as his kiss deepened, Gianni positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. I could feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my wet opening.
I shuddered.
Slowly, he pulled away from my lips. “Are you ready, Princess?”
Shivering, I whispered, “Yes.”
He pushed his cock barely an inch into me, and I bit my lip.
My breath caught in my throat.
He seared me with his gaze. “You're mine, Princess. Every part of you belongs to Daddy.”
“I’m. . .yours,” I breathed out, feeling the words carve themself into my very soul, branding me as his and only his.
His gaze flared with this feral sort of satisfaction, and then slowly he pushed his cock further into me.
I gasped.
The intrusion was painful yet pleasureful—a bittersweet sensation that was all too consuming.
