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Giovanni
PLAYLIST: ? AFTER HOURS - THE WEEKND ?
My hands areon my belt when Falynn knees me in the crotch. She wrenches herself free from the handcuff attaching her to the bed and flies toward the door. I’m lost for only half a second before I snatch her up off her feet.
“Where were you trying to go? How did you get free from your handcuff? I see you still haven’t learned your lesson,” I say, dropping her onto the bed. “You said you’d obey and look. You’re already misbehaving.”
“I’ll never obey you!” she screams. “Can’t you see I don’t want to be with you anymore? I hate you!”
My temper pulses to life, though I grit my teeth and hold it in. If she wants to provoke me, then so be it. It’s time she’s punished.
“What you want doesn’t matter. You’re going to learn to obey.”
She shoves at me as I flip her around and bend her pliant body over my lap. I hold her down with one hand and slap the other to her bare ass. She screams and squirms against me, but I don’t let up. Keeping her firmly in place, I dole out several hard spanks. Each one harder and sharper than the one before it.
After a while, the faintest tinge of red colors her beautiful golden-brown skin tone. I smack my hand to her soft cheeks again, gaining satisfaction from the sight.
If she’d only obey, I’d go easy on her. I’dpamperher.
But she likes this. As much as she claims she doesn’t, she does.
When my palm slaps itself to her ass, she squirms from the sting and makes a guttural sound between a growl and a moan. She may hate that being spanked turns her on, but it does. I play with her pussy, slicking her arousal between my fingers.
“Are you going to behave yourself?” I tease, grinning. “Not that it matters. You’ve already made your choice, Honey. You chose to disobey.”
I lift her from my lap and pin her to the bed, undoing the rest of my pants. From the moment I sink into Falynn, I can barely control myself. She’s my addiction, and I’m a desperate man willing to do anything for my fix.
I need to take her, claim her, make her mine again. She’s run away from me, trying to escape my clutches, but she should know better—she and I are forever.
Only in death will we part.
I hold her face, kissing her hard on the mouth, stroking into her. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to; she feels too fucking good. Slippery and wet. I only sink deeper as my muscles tense, and I disappear into the pleasure coursing through my hard, rock-solid body.
In this moment, I’m truly a beast. No longer am I a man. I’m a starved beast who has long gone without his prey, and now that I’ve had a small taste, I must have it all.
I must consume Falynn in every way imaginable.
My thrusts become harder, more animalistic as my hips drill into her. A primal grunt rumbles deep from my chest and I curl my body over hers, planting love bites and kisses all along her neck. In moments like these, driven by carnal lust, my senses overwhelm me.
Even Falynn’s sweet honey scent affects my brain, making me that much more insane. I suck the crook of her neck, where her throat meets her shoulder, and pound into her so roughly, the headboard bangs off the wall.
Finally, I can control my climax no longer. I grip her hips and bury myself as deep as I can go, coming hard enough my hearing goes out.
Everything except my ragged, beastly intakes of air. It takes a few seconds for me to gain enough sense to stop crushing her and pull myself off. Once I do, it’s like a sudden flip of a light switch.
The primal, beastly state I’ve given in to disappears and I’m left in the silent, sobering reality that remains.
Falynn lies still, her head turned away from me, eyes clenched shut. Her arm is spread out at her side, her hand fisted in the bedsheet. It’s her wrist that I can’t stop staring at. The handcuff had been on her so tightly, it’s turned her wrist black and blue like the bruise on her jaw. The sight of it makes me freeze, takes me back to a moment I never once thought about before. At least for many years.
“Boys, you’re not supposed to be up here,” Ma says with a shaky smile. Her eyes betray the sunny act she tries to put on. They shine with tears, her makeup smudged. She holds out her arms to shepherd Giancarlo and me away from their bedroom, but when she does, her slender wrists come into view.
Bluish-purple marks circle her wrists, jarring against her milky skin.
I frown. “Mama, you’re injured.”
“Giovanni, please take your brother and go straight to your rooms.”
Though Giancarlo stays silent, his vacant stare remains on Ma. He’s always seeking her out, always wandering the halls in search of her. I’m usually the one to bring him back. Now’s no different. I grab his arm like a soldier given orders and march us down the hall, but even I can’t shake the strange feeling.
