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“I don’t tolerate liars. So make sure you answer my questions honestly, Stefano.” I keep my eyes focused on Riley, despite addressing him.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask first, and there’s a long, tense silence while Stefano thinks carefully about his answer.
“I do, boss,” he admits. I detect the nerves in his voice. He’s right to be nervous.
“She’s a rare beauty,” I agree, with a wicked smile on my lips as I watch Riley’s face crease with confusion.
“And tell me, Stefano, have you ever thought about what it would be like to fuck something so precious?” Riley’s eyes grow wider at my next question, shock and panic stretching her beautifully constructed features.
“That would be disrespectful to both you and Miss Riley, boss,” he answers tactfully.
“That’s not the question I asked. I asked if you’d ever thought about fucking her?” I repeat, this time with far less tolerance in my tone, and I turn my head toward him, daring him to lie to me.
“Yes.” Stefano’s eyes close as he lowers his head in shame, and my nostrils flare as I take in a slow, calming breath.
“Riley, would you like Stefano to fuck you?” I turn my attention back to her and notice her panic increase.
“No!” Her head shakes frantically as she stares back at me in horror. “It’s only ever been you. I want it to always be you.” Her pitiful pleading sounds like angels singing. Maybe she’s fucking with my head, telling me what I need to hear to save herself from punishment, and maybe, I want to believe what she’s saying is true badly enough to actually feel her sincerity.
I bite my lip as my eyes roll over her perfect body. Looking at her in front of me is like seeing her again for the first time, and it still sparks that possessive desire inside of me that causes physical pain.
“Come closer, Stefano,” I order, and wisely, he does what I say willingly. “You see how perfectly round these tits are.” I trace the sharp point of my knife over the mound of her pale, delicate skin. Stefano nods his head as he admires them with me, and when I slide the knife lower Riley closes her eyes. Her full, pink lips tremble, and I wonder if it’s from fear or pleasure.
“Take in for yourself how perfectly flat her stomach is. Those marks on her skin she earned carrying our son. It’s all what makes her so perfect, don’t you agree?” My knife moves over her body, careful not to pierce her skin.
“I do, boss.” Stefano swallows nervously, and I make sure those are his last words, moving so swiftly that he doesn’t see what’s coming. The knife in my hand quickly changes its direction and punctures through the muscle in his neck. I withdraw the blade and watch him clutch his hand over the open wound, knowing I’ve been accurate enough to hit an artery when blood starts pouring through his fingers, and Riley’s scream deafens my ears.
Stefano drops to the floor and manages to scramble a few feet away before blood loss causes his body to slump, and he loses consciousness.
I turn my head back to a terrified-looking Riley and smile.
“Did you really think that I would ever let another man touch you?” I ask, feeling splatters of Stefano’s blood dripping down my cheek. There’s a huge pool of it gathered at our feet, and yet Riley’s focus remains fixed on my eyes. She knows this is a test, and I pray to God that she wants to pass it.
Dropping the bloody knife from my hands, I press my body into hers, my heart beating wildly as adrenaline pumps through my blood and a week’s worth of desperation takes over.
I’m fast and uncontrolled, rolling her panties down her thighs and releasing myself from my slacks. My cock is painfully hard, desperate to feel her tight little channel clench it again, but I manage to hold steady before I enter her. The tip of my cock pulses for that first touch of her sensitive flesh.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop, Riley.” I’m still holding on to so much anger for what she was going to do to us. I will be rough. I’m going to hurt her. It’s a sick reality, but I need Riley’s pain to ease my own.
Riley shakes her head back at me, her eyes begging me to give all of that to her. She wants everything that I’ve been holding back from her. She wants to prove to me that she can take it.
“I mean it, Riley, this is your last chance. I intend on fucking your unprotected pussy so hard you’ll feel me inside you for days.”
“I know,” she whispers, gripping her bottom lip with her teeth as her pussy spills its juices over the thick head of my cock.
It’s all the confirmation I need, and I give her no time to brace herself before I fill her up in one hard, punishing motion. Her cry of agony sends a relief smashing into my chest, and I lift one of Riley’s legs and hook it over my forearm, granting myself better access. I fuck her drenched pussy so hard that I feel the racks, bolted to the walls surrounding us, shake. Priceless bottles of vintage wine fall from the racks on either side of us, smashing to pieces. The deep red merlots and malbecs mix with Stefano’s thick blood on the floor beneath us.
“You can’t defy me again, Riley,” I warn, my hands stretching out over her skin and gripping at her painfully while I fill the empty space inside her that belongs only to me.
“Do you know what you do to me? I can’t lose you. Tell me you understand that?”
“I… under… stand,” she manages breathlessly. Her throbbing walls hold me tight inside her, sucking me deeper as an orgasm crashes through her body and releases from her throat in a feral scream.
I feel myself starting to brim, the intensity of being back inside my girl too much to hold off. I release, gripping harshly at her hips and pushing as deep inside her as I can manage. Riley hasn’t taken a pill in over a week. Her womb is just as defenseless to me as she is.
I growl loudly. Scraping my hands over her body until I get ahold of her face and tug her onto my lips. She kisses me back, her tongue rolling around mine as we share each other’s oxygen, and I hold on to her so tight I fear she might shatter in my hands.
“Rafe,” she breathes my name, and it puts a crack in my heart to hear her sound so wounded. “Please tell me this is over, and we can get back to being us.”
