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“Already so wet for me, angelo mio.”

“It’s a natural response.” She blushes furiously as if seeing the clear strings cling to the tails doesn’t make me lose my mind.

Mila’s eyes become heavy with lust as I purr into her ear, “You’re right, but this isn’t just your body producing lubricant, is it? No, your pussy knows who owns her, and she’s weeping for my touch, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes,” she all but moans breathlessly, “Mas, please, it aches.”

She whines as if those words would make me speed things up. As much as I want to. As much as I want to bury myself at home, I won’t rush this. I kiss down her neck, stopping to suck and bite the juncture between her neck and shoulder, making her back arch and the softest mewling sound spill from her lush pink lips. I continue down her body until my lips meet her neatly trimmed pussy and become covered in arousal just from hovering above her.

Mila’s breath hitches, drawing my gaze up to her. Her chest has stopped its rapid rise and fall, frozen in time. Her eyes are twisted shut, and I know he has taken me from her. Not today motherfucker, not ever.

On a growl, I flick the whip, and the most addicting sound of leather snapping against skin and her yelp of awareness fill the silent bedroom. Pink welts begin to slowly form on her hip, and her wide blue eyes darken as they meet mine.

“Eyes on me, angel.” I hum softly before my voice drops an octave and I grit out, “I don’t share.”

I lower to per pussy once more, her good had trying to release itself to touch me, and I smirk at the pout she gives me, “That’s right, submit to me, angelo mio. You can trust me.” I murmur like a prayer against her pussy.

Her argument falls on a gasp as I lick a strip up her dripping cunt and groan as her sweet essence fills my mouth.

Fuck. A man could go insane trying to drink her dry. I just might.

Mila’s moans echo through my mind as I slowly relieve the little ache between her thighs, pressing a finger into her tight pussy. She arches her back, her tight muscles clenching down on my finger.

Unlike the last time, she doesn’t cum the second she feels me enter her, but her body certainly rejects the intrusion as if, despite Mila knowing it’s me, her body is stuck in the past.

“You’re so fucking tight for me… We are going to have to open you up a little, sweetheart.” Worry pulses through me at the thought of pushing my cock inside of her. I won’t hurt her. I can’t.

Mila’s hooded eyes stay on me, watching as I slowly push my finger in and out of her, loosening the tense muscle until she relaxes for me. I flick my tongue against her clit, and her lips fall open on a silent whine. I push a second finger in, and she tightens up, her body stiffening at the intrusion. Her head falls back, her eyes still open, but she’s gasping towards the ceiling.

“You are doing so well,” I groan against her, “Breathe, beautiful, I’m going to need you to let me in.”

Mila listens, her harsh breaths calming, and her pussy relaxes around me. Once her eyes are back on mine, I return my mouth to her clit, kissing, sucking, and moaning against her. I slowly return to pumping my fingers in and out of her, watching as she accepts and welcomes the waves of pleasure into her. Her arousal gushes out onto my fingers, soaking my hand, but before she cums, I tear my mouth away from her.

Mila whines and thrashes on her restraints, my eyes dart for her shoulder, making sure she doesn’t injure the wound as the pleasure slowly retreats back from the edge.

“One more finger, love.” I tease her entrance with my third finger, and she whimpers as her pussy accepts and welcomes the third finger. There is no fight this time. Her eyes are locked on mine, her body begging for more attention.

I reach for her taut nipple with my free hand and pinch it while fucking her with my fingers, enjoying the feeling of her silky cunt squeezing and milking me. I can’t fucking wait for this to be my cock. I drop my mouth to her clit, sucking the swollen bud into my mouth, and pleasure bursts across her skin in a red flush. I flick it once, and she breaches the edge of her orgasm.

“Not yet,” I groan against her, pulling myself away regretfully. Mila shoots me a glare that could kill, and I wink at her before removing my fingers, leaving her pussy pulsing and empty.

“Massimo!” She growls my full name like the wild animal I know she can be.

My chest swells with pride seeing her come out of the shell she forced herself into years ago.

She’s magnificent.

Chapter 40

Mila

I might kill this man.

Is this what true madness feels like? Being so close to the edge of something, only for it to be just out of reach over and over again. Yet I still continue to chase it like the salacious, insatiable harlot I have become for Massimo.

My pussy clenches on nothing, and the ache from earlier taunts me. Much like Massimo is doing right now, as he removes the belt from his pants, and slowly unbuttons and unzips. When he shucks his pants off, a needy sound escapes me. The tip of his cock with its shiny piercing winks at me in the dim bedroom light. I remember what that feels like against my tongue, and my mouth waters to feel it again.

Without thinking, I lunge, my wrists still bound together and restrained, pulling me back. There is an ache in my shoulder from where I was shot and sutured, but it’s not enough to distract me from the precum that drips down the tip and collects at the elastic band of his boxers.