His tight groans and the swelling of his cock between my but cheeks added fuel to the fire burning through my body. “Cazzo, you look so fucking beautiful. God, Nicky, I want you. Every fucking piece of you.”
His thumb brushed against the fresh wound, must be smudging my blood on my skin. Then something wet burned me. “Did you just lick me?” I hissed.
“Yes.” He did it again, this time kissing, too. “Fuck yes.”
I suddenly had the urge to see my blood on his mouth just like he’d put his on mine, as if it were some sort of a sick bond we were to have. “Can…can I see it?”
“Not this time, little kitten. Now, you’ll come, riding a toy like the little troia you are, with my mark on your ass and cock inside it.”
I bounced, trembling, my pussy and ass rippling with sweet pleasure. I pictured how I must have looked like and wished I could have seen myself in the mirrors. I chased the elusive orgasm faster, but a part of me still wouldn’t let go despite my tangled need.
As if he felt me, he reached his fingers and pinched my nipple. The hand that was on my hip found my neck and choked me. “Come for me. Come for your Dom.”
My body shuddered at his command, as if it only responded to his dominance now. Throwing my head back, panting, gasping for air, I rode my orgasm hard.
My debauched screams mingled with his sexy as fuck groans seemed to have brought him to his own release as sticky, hot liquid poured into my ass.
“Thank you, Daddy.” The words flew out of my mouth, and I froze.
A deafening silence filled the sudden stiff air between us, neither of us moving or speaking or even breathing for what felt like forever.
Maybe he didn’t hear it. I hoped to God he hadn’t.
All my hopes were shattered immediately when he pulled his cock out and stood in front of me. “What did you just say?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
CHAPTER 33
Domenico
Thank you, Daddy.
I heard it as loud as a gunshot. It kind of felt the same, too.
My cum was still hot on my cock and in her ass when I left my seat and confronted her. “What did you just say?”
“Nothing.” Guilt dripped from her voice.
I cupped her face, locking my gaze with hers. “You can talk to me. You can trust me, like you trusted me with your first kiss, with your body under my knife, with your fucking ass.”
“I didn’t. You just took what you wanted, and I didn’t have a say in it, remember?”
My hands dropped off her. “What I wanted was to mark all of you, not just write one letter that will fade in no time. What I wanted was to go all the way up your ass and pussy and make you take every inch of me over and over until I got my fucking fill, and I bet that was what you thought I’d do, too. But this, what I did, how I restrain myself around you, for you, is to show you that you can trust me.”
“Why?” She pulled at the shackles angrily. “Why didn’t you just fuck me and get it over with? Why all this?”
Perche she was my wife even though she didn’t want to be. The one I chose to spend the rest of my life with after all these years. The only one I wanted to own forever. The one who carved her whole name on my soul without permission, without even knowing. The one that consumed me with a need so uncontrollable to the point of fear.
But I couldn’t tell her any of that now. Wouldn’t. Not until I’d done the same to her. Not until I’d erased all the doubt in her heart and mind, claimed every shred of her and made her mine for real.
“I want your first time to be something you’ll never forget. Something you’ll crave to have again for the rest of your life. With me,” I said.
“I already had my first fucking time, and believe me I haven’t forgotten.”
“What you had doesn’t count. Your first time will be with me. You willgiveyourself to me.”
She shook her head, her breath accelerating. “I don’t want to give myself to you or anybody. I just want everything to be over.”
