“Look at me. I know you want to,” he said, his voice low and hard, yet amused.
I glanced up. He was down to his boxers now, the size bulging in them terrifying. A gasping moan escaped me, and his smirk taunted me. Blinking, I looked up at his tattoos that covered most of his ripped upper body, and almost all of his arms. He had a lot of scars, too, more than the ones I’d seen before. For a second, I wondered how he got them, why he got them, but then he lowered his underwear, and a huge lump clogged my breath and mind.
My jaws clenched hard, and I yanked at my cuffs, pulling myself up. I didn’t give a shit what he commanded. I wasn’t just going to sit there while he raped me.
“Sit your ass down and get on your fucking knees.” His voice had never been darker.
“Or what?!”
He grabbed my hair and brought my mouth an inch away from his very long, very hard cock. “Or it’ll be your pretty mouth I’m fucking next.”
CHAPTER 27
Domenico
I was an enforcer. A punisher. I tortured my enemies, flayed their skins and left them to rot for days before I fed them to the coyotes. My name alone would make grown ass men piss themselves. Their fear had turned into something I could see in color, something I could smell in the air, on their skins, something I could hear inside their hearts. And Nicky was no different. She was pretending to be strong, but she was afraid, of me, of what I’d do to her.
But unlike the men I’d taken on my longred trips, she wasn’t afraid enough to give up or give in. Even with my fist in her hair, her wrists cuffed to my bed, her body naked on display for my pleasure and my cock at her mouth, she still wouldn’t get on her knees. My woman always fought back, and it made my cock ache harder for her screams.
Don’t you know, little kitten, the longer you fight, the longer I want to play? And I don’t play nice.
“What makes you think I won’t fucking bite?” she hissed, her big blue eyes blazing like an angry cat.
I pulled her head closer, so close her lips almost touched the crown of my cock. “I’d like to see you try.” She didn’t know the amount of pain I could take before I’d even groan. I was trained for years not to scream, not to make a sound or the pain would be tenfold.
It must have been something in my voice or face that made her believe I wasn’t afraid of a little bite, and anything she thought she could do to fight back would only backfire. Because her lips tightened, and her defiant gaze fell to her knees that finally touched the carpet.
Here you go, little kitten. That’s how you win with me.
Sassy, strong women were surely hot, a challenge to tame and were like firecrackers in bed. But that was never why this woman enchanted me beyond sanity. It was the broken pieces, the hideous marks she couldn’t get rid of that put a spell on me. There was nothing wrong with being broken. There was nothing more beautiful than the scars.
I wanted them all to be mine. I wanted to hold her broken pieces, not to put them back together but to mash them with mine until she no longer recognized the old ones, until her damage would be my own. I wanted to erase those old scars and leave my marks instead. I wanted to own her pain, her break, to consume her body and soul, to swallow her whole and never let her out.
Maybe then we’d be whole together. Maybe then I’d find my peace. Maybe then I’d stop.
No, not even then.
One thing would make me stop. Tears. Her proud tears. The real pain she’d locked up and kept all to herself. If she ever let me see her real tears, if she let me own those, too, I’d stop.
Would she ever?
She glowered. “Now what?”
I grabbed my pants and got out the key to her cuffs. “Now we watch.”
“Watch what?”
“You’ll watch me, my body that I know makes you so wet, and I’ll watch you, all naked, on your fucking knees for me, one hand cuffed to my bed, the other touching your sweet little pussy until you come loud and messy for me, your merciless captor.”
She stared at me for a second, something dark flashing in her eyes, something she didn’t want to admit or show yet, before she snorted. “You want me to masturbate for you?”
“To me and for me, yes. I’ll do the same.”
She licked her lip. A reflex she probably didn’t realize was happening. My cock pulsed at the sight of it as I pictured that lovely tongue on me instead. “And if I say no?” she asked.
I held my throbbing cock and glided it down her cheek. “This erection won’t go by itself, and it’s starting to annoy me. I’ll have to fuck something any second now. Is it gonna be my hand or your mouth or even better…your ass?”
Her chin quivered as she pushed her face away from my cock, my precum glistening on her skin, leaving a clear trail in the little distance between us. My first mark. Soon, she’d be covered in more, a lot more. She’d be covered in me and all I had to offer her. Only her.
