Tears rolled down my cheeks as he pulled a little out of me and thrust harder, piercing me, the penetration and stretching searing.
“You’re no different.” He groaned. “Soon, you’ll be doing the same, and you’ll crave the way I fill you, the way I stretch you, the way I fuck you until you scream, for the rest of your life.”
And no one else would fill the sick, twisted void he’d create in me. First, he’d darkly mark me his, and then he’d abandon me to be tortured with emptiness for as long as I lived.
Anger kicked in as I gripped on the shreds of control I might have had left. “Do you think…she felt the same way for your father…when he raped her?”
“Shut. Up.”
“You’re so much alike you and Don Bellomo. He, too, snatched Lina away, to punish her for her betrayal, just like you did with Sia, just like you’re doing with me.”
He made me scream with his next thrust, splitting me in half. “I said shut up. I’m nothing like him.”
“You’re everything like him. That’s why she thought you could replace him, but all she truly wanted was your father. A little girl looking for a daddy. So why settle for the son, the replacement, the second choice, when she could have it all with your more powerful, more mature, more dominant father?”
He grumbled like an angry animal, pushing himself all the way inside me, tearing up my barrier. “Fuck you. And fuck her. I’m not like him, and I’m nobody’s replacement. I am me!”
A painful scream erupted out of me as I felt a sticky warmness around where he hurt me. That must have been my virginal blood. Leo Bellomo had taken my virginity as he promised.
I wept at the loss, at the ache, at the darkness he was filling me with, at the urges that would haunt me forever, at the mark that I’d always carry with me.
“I own you now, Ravenna,” he declared before he put his hand on my head and pushed me down on his cock, forcing himself deeper inside me. “So why don’t you just tell me that last secret you’re hiding from me?”
“Yes, Leo. You own me. Remember that. You never owned her, but you own me. Whatever happens, there’s a part of me that you took and will always be with you. Our bond is stronger than your obsession. If you choose to live, and you should, you’ll always be looking for me to fill that missing part of the bond. No matter what you try to convince yourself, leaving me will create a void for you, too, only I can fill, not some fantasy you conjure. Only me, Leo, because what we have has happened in reality.”
A wicked sparkle glimmered in his eyes as he stared at me, as if he’d just realized a truth of which he wasn’t aware. Our unholy, dark bond was real, and he now knew it.
Anger surged through his next strokes, our eyes tangled against their will, like our bodies, and my screams filled the room as he anticipated. Pain and pleasure. Humiliation and joy. Predator and prey. Interchangeably.
My muscles clenched around him through the tears, through the bleeding of our union. I wouldn’t dare say my body was betraying me because it wasn’t. My consent might have been dubious, but my desire and need for him were never coerced or confused.
I wanted his pain. His darkness. His degradation. And he delivered.
Could you really blame a monster for being what he was? Leo Bellomo was just keeping his devilish promise to me as he fucked me into oblivion, demanding I take every inch of his cock, calling me his little bitch, stretching me in a way I hadn’t thought physically possible.
In those torturous and most pleasurable moments of my firstrealorgasm, I screamed, knowing that I owned him as much as he owned me. He saw me, not Lina. No matter how hard he denied it, he was punishing me, fucking me, not anybody else. That alone meant one thing.
He was mine. And I, too, fought for what was mine.
CHAPTER 16
Leo
I was played. Again.
She’d posed as a victim. Helpless prey in the jaws of the psycho. But she was nothing but a huntress using her most fatal weapons against me to lure me into her web of deceit.
The illusion of her innocence.
She thought it was the only way to own me, and for a moment there I believed she won.
Just for a moment.
My engorged cock covered in her blood and orgasm about to explode inside her while she screamed for me didn’t mean she owned me like I owned her. Didn’t mean anything at all.
It wasn’t like I’d memorized every curve of her body by now. I didn’t take notice of the way she undulated around me when she came. Of how her little tits glistened with sweat and the exact shade of red her skin became when she was like a bitch in heat. I’d never recall the view of her pointy nipples or how they felt between my lips. The shaking of her fingers as she wrapped them around my cock. The scent of her arousal that wafted through her luscious hair. The way she blinked without her glasses. How her right frontal tooth appeared a little bigger when she bit her lip. The sound of her moans and screams, both of pleasure and pain.
I’d never need any of that any time soon. Ever. I’d have no urges around her to even revisit it in my head. To prove it, I’d show her she was still nothing but the liar I wanted to punish.
