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He eased out of me by an inch, then pushed slowly back in. His cock brushed that sensitive spot inside me, and bliss finally sang through the pain. I bucked beneath him on a gasp, and his lips firmed on mine, hungrier and harsh with his own need.
He began to thrust gently, stimulating the pleasure point while he continued to play with my nipples. I relaxed further, and the wet heat of my arousal eased his penetration. He drove in deep, and my core contracted around him. His guttural groan made warmth pulse in my chest, that surge of feminine power going straight to my head. He wanted me. I was bound and totally vulnerable beneath him, but in this moment, I held my own sway over him as well.
I clung to the sensation, taking ownership of the ecstasy that raced through my body, claiming it for myself. I allowed myself to fall into it, and the last of the pain melted away. My inner walls squeezed him with velvet heat, and he growled out his satisfaction, a primal sound of masculine pleasure. I wanted him to lose himself in me, to surrender some small part of himself in recompense for decimating me.
I parted my legs farther, welcoming him to claim me more deeply. A snarl vibrated against my lips, and his teeth nipped at me. His palm rested on my throat, thick fingers encircling my neck. For a moment, fear speared my lust, but he didn’t squeeze; he simply held me in an act of savage dominance. Some animal part of my psyche responded, and I went supple in his grip, yielding to his superior strength.
He increased the speed of his thrusts, lighting me up with bliss until my body was flooded with it. Sweat slicked my skin, and my muscles drew taut with the strain of containing it.
“Come for me, Elenora,” he said, the words a rough command.
I unleashed myself, and ecstasy detonated inside me, bursting from my core all the way to my fingertips and toes. I writhed beneath him, mindlessly riding out my pleasure as my ragged cry rang through the bedroom.
“Mine,” he growled, a beast claiming me. “All mine.”
He drove deep one last time and released a primal roar. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and I knew he was losing himself in me too. The knowledge of his undoing heightened my pleasure, sensation and emotion overwhelming me completely.
I trembled one last time as aftershocks crackled through my core. Then he withdrew from me, and my entire body went limp. I felt heavy but oddly light at the same time, floating but pressed down deep into the mattress. I couldn’t move my limbs if I tried,and I didn’t want to. I just wanted to remain cocooned in this haze of residual bliss, where there were no worries or fears.
Luca reached above me, and a clicking sound accompanied the metal cuffs falling away. He grasped my hands and lifted them, pressing tender kisses to the pink marks on my skin. The gesture was shockingly gentle and almost reverent. I simply stared up at him, awed at his beauty and power.
This beast of a man was my husband. He’d claimed me in a way no other man ever would, and now he was handling me like I’d given him a precious gift.
He quickly disposed of the condom and settled down beside me, hooking his corded arm around my waist so he could nestle my body against his. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and within seconds, his breathing turned deep and even.
Despite the horrors I’d endured today—despite the terrifying, ecstatic encounter we’d just shared—exhaustion rolled over me, and I followed him into sleep.
Chapter 5
Nora
Iawoke with a start, instantly sensing that something was wrong. The masculine scent that saturated my senses didn’t belong in my bedroom. This wasn’t my bed. The sheets were a softer texture, and the duvet was heavier than mine.
I sat bolt upright, and cool air kissed my chest. I was naked. I never slept naked.
Oh, god.I was in Luca’s room. In his bed.
No.Ourbed. I was married to Luca Vitale, and he’d sealed our union when he’d taken my virginity so ruthlessly last night.
I glanced around wildly, taking in my surroundings for the first time; I’d been too terrified to focus on the décor yesterday. The bedroom was a study in rich shades of red—from the burgundy walls to the Persian rug that covered most of the dark hardwood floor. A black leather armchair dominated the far corner of the room, set beside a drinks cabinet. A decanter filled with amber liquid sat atop it, along with heavy cut crystal glasses. Everything about the room exuded masculinity and wealth.
My attention turned to the bed. I’d noted the black metal slats that made up the headboard yesterday—when he’d cuffed my hands above my head, rendering me helpless to resist himas he claimed my body. My cheeks flamed at the memory, and I tugged the sheets up to my chin, covering my nakedness.
I yelped and clutched the sheets tighter when a door opened to my right. Steam rolled out of the bathroom, and Luca appeared at the threshold. He wore nothing but a towel slung low over his hips, his powerful body on display. A dusting of hair darkened his defined chest, tapering into a trail that led down his rippling abs before disappearing beneath the white towel.
He leaned against the doorjamb, and my gaze snapped to his. I flushed all the way up to my ears, knowing that he’d caught me staring at him. He truly was magnificent, even more powerful and imposing that I’d imagined in my most wicked fantasies.
I shook my head slightly, tearing my eyes from his. Those fantasies had brought me low and made me more vulnerable to him than I could’ve imagined. The pleasure he’d wrung from my untried body was mortifying, especially my arousal when he’d spanked me in the car.
It was horrifically wrong that I’d felt such bliss when he’d claimed me without my full consent. I’d chosen the pleasure over pain, but he hadn’t given me a choice when it came to surrendering my body to him.
Myhusband.
He’d forced me into this marriage. He’d kidnapped me and taken away my freedom.
My stomach dropped at the memory of my sister’s screams as I’d been carried off by the brute like I was his prize of war. Giana must be terrified for me.
I took a breath and skewered my new husband with a defiant glare. Better me than her. Giana was far too gentle and sweet for this beast of a man. I could endure his ruthless demands, but she would break beneath his onslaught.
