Page 89 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

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Bianca felt her heartbeat escalate. The thought of another man watching them both scared and excited her. But it was too late to do anything about it. She was tied up, willingly at that, and unable to move. Maybe it was best this way: she could live out her wildest fantasies, things she would have never dared before.

When she heard steps on the stairs, she braced herself. Moments later, the door opened and closed.

“I’m back, Bianca. My friend here will stand to the right side of the bed so he’ll have a good view of what I’m doing. I’ve asked him not to speak so that you won’t be able to recognize his voice when you meet him in polite society in the future.”

The notion that one day she might face this man suddenly made her panic. “Lorenzo, maybe this isn’t a good idea.”

“Nonsense. Just forget he’s even here.”

When Lorenzo’s hand stroked over her thigh, Bianca jolted.

“Easy, my love, easy. I thought you wanted to do something new. And look—” He paused, trailing his fingers to the apex of her thighs, dipping one digit into her wet cave. “—how wet you are at the thought of this.” Then he inhaled audibly. “I need to taste you.”

Lorenzo pushed her thighs further apart, then settled between them. His hot breath blew against her moist flesh a moment before his tongue swept against it, lapping up the juices that oozed from her throbbing cunny. His moans reverberated in her body, driving any sane thought out of her passion-clouded mind.

“Oh, God,” she let out. “More.”

Lorenzo lifted his head from her flesh, cold air wafting against it in the process. But it didn’t douse the fire that was already burning inside her. “Can you smell that, my friend? Yes? She tastes even better. Shame really, that you can’t have any of it. Isn’t that right, Bianca? Or do you want him to lick you too?”

Shocked, Bianca pulled on her restraints. “NO!”

She heard the grin in Lorenzo’s voice when he answered. “Good answer, because had you said that you wanted him too, I would have had to kill him, friendship or not.” Then he drove one thick finger into her, making her muscles clench around him. “Because you’re mine alone. Not to be shared. Not to be touched by anybody else.”

“Yes,” was all she could whimper as he continued to finger-fuck her, adding a second digit to the first. But the contact left her wanting, not giving her enough friction, not filling her the way she needed to be filled. “I need more.”

“I know that, my love. You’ll have to learn to ask for what you want. So, ask for it.”

She swallowed, apprehensive about another person besides Lorenzo hearing her voice dirty words. “I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you,” Lorenzo emphasized and drove his fingers in knuckles deep.

“Your cock!”

“Ah, you want my cock.”

“Yes, fill me with your cock!”

“How do you want it? Slow and gentle?”

Bianca writhed against him, her pearl in desperate need. “Hard, fast.” When he withdrew his fingers, she sighed in anticipation. His body settled over her. “Touch me first,” she begged, unable to still the burning need at her core.

A moment later, his hard cock slid over her pearl. Relief flooded her. “Yes!”

But a second later, his erection nudged at her cunny and sliced into her with a move so powerful, it shifted her entire body closer to the headboard.

“Is that how you like it?” he grunted.

“Yes!”

Lorenzo withdrew, then slammed back into her. She braced her bound hands against the headboard feeling the carved letters underneath her fingertips as she prepared for the next impact. Instead, she felt his hand rip the blindfold from her eyes.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” His voice was raw.

Her eyes darted to the right of the bed, searching for the stranger who was watching them. She saw—nobody. When she spun her head back, her gaze collided with Lorenzo’s.

“You didn’t think I would allow any man to see you this way, did you? You’re mine. Nobody else has the right to see you like this.”