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"Knowing that I am your whore, you mean?"
"My whore," his voice thickens, "my slut, my wife…mine to do with as I want."
I turn over and this time he lets me. He bends and kisses my belly, swirls his tongue in my belly button and my goosebumps pop. "I am sorry you lost the baby," he continues to kiss his way down to my pussy. "I am sorry you got hurt," he presses a kiss to my still swollen clit. "I am sorry you were in that car." He crawls up my body until his lips are over mine, until his nose bumps mine and his eyelashes tangle with mine. "But I am not sorry for kidnapping you."
I swallow.
"Or forcing you to marry me."
I bite the inside of my cheek.
"Or tagging you, or marking you with my knife."
He brushes his lips over mine.
I reach down between us, wrap my fingers around his cock. He hisses out a breath, but doesn’t break my gaze. I notch his dick against my pussy and his gaze intensifies. "You’re sure?"
I nod.
"I won’t hurt you, will I?"
"I want you to hurt me, Mika. I want you to show me how it is to be yours wholly, completely, and—"
He thrusts his hips forward and impales me. I gasp, grip his biceps as he stays there, holding most of his weight off of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, tilt my hips up, and he slips in further. I moan, and he grits his teeth.
"Cazzo!"He growls, "So wet, so tight, Beauty." He grinds his hips against mine, breaching me further, deeper, hitting that spot deep inside of me again. A whine spills from my lips as I grind my heels into his arse. I dig my fingernails into his back, wanting to mark him as he did me. He wraps his fingers around my throat, pressing down slightly. I draw in a breath, and my lungs burn. I open my mouth and he kisses me. He plunges his tongue in between my lips, mirroring the way his cock saws in and out of me. He increases the pressure on my throat, cutting off my airflow, then raises his head to peer into my eyes. I gasp, tears squeezing out from the corners of my eyes as he pulls back, then slams into me. My entire body jerks as he begins to fuck me in earnest. I can feel every ridge, every striation of his dick as he shoves into me. At the same time, he releases his hold on my throat. "Come," he growls, "come all over my shaft."
The climax slams into me as I draw in a breath, then darkness overwhelms me.
When I wake, I am alone.
22
Michael
I sip from the cup of espresso as I stare out at the sea from the patio outside the living room. I’d left her asleep… Okay, I had watched her sleep before I’d slipped out and made us both dinner. I’d even fed and replenished the water for the cat, who had followed me into the kitchen. The beast had lapped up the water and finished off his food as if he hadn’t just been fed a few hours ago. Hell, we had forgotten to eat but we had fed him.
To be fair, we had been otherwise occupied. I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off of her, or my dick out of her. I had intended to take out the butt plug and give her time to adjust to the trip, the fact that I had whisked her away without giving her time to mentally adjust to it. But the moment I had touched her, I had lost all sense of control. I had needed to claim her all over again, possess her completely. Ensure she understood who she belongs to. That she is mine, only mine.
I hear footsteps behind me, then she wraps her arm around me, and presses those full tits up and into me.
"You smell good." She presses her nose into my bare back.
"Do I now?" I chuckle.
"You smell of the salt air, and yourself and… Something else…" She sniffs me again. "Food," she says in a surprised voice, "you’ve been cooking?"
"I’ve been making dinner, yes."
"You cooked breakfast for me." She slides around to face me. "Now dinner too?"
"I am a good Italian boy. I learned cooking from my Mama when I was very young."
"I thought Italian men were fussed over by their mamas, who made sure they didn’t have to lift a finger around the house?"
"Not my mama," I laugh. "She made sure we could hold our own in the kitchen. She may have been weak when it came to standing up to our father, but she made up for it by showering us with love." Some of the heaviness fades from my chest, "She said she wanted to make sure that we would be good husbands. Unlike her own."
She places her palm against my cheek, "You loved her?"
