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He chuckled, then slowly added to my anguish by sucking the taut bud into his mouth. His touch was so tender and not at all what I needed, but I still relished it anyway. He moved to the other and lavished the same treatment on it, the gentleness about to do me in.
He knelt down in front of me, and seconds later, one of my legs was resting on his shoulder as he nudged his nose against my clit. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
I had my answer seconds later when he ran his tongue along my slit. I grabbed onto the top rail of the banister, my fingers gripping it so tightly I was sure they were white from strain. He suckled on my clit, then kissed and nibbled his way lower. He stabbed my pussy a few times with his tongue before lifting my other leg onto his shoulder. He rose so suddenly that I almost slipped over the railing.
I looked to each side and realized that nearly half of my body was over the edge, the only thing saving me from potential death were my hands which were growing clammier by the second. I had to admit to finally being afraid. Had I truly pushed him too far? I was starting to think that, especially when he began to eat at my flesh like he was starving for me. Ordinarily, I would savor this, but as he kept rocking my body further over the edge, I couldn’t climb the peak. An orgasm was often referred to as a little death, and I should’ve been dead a long time ago, considering how many this man could easily bring me to.
“Nazario.” He didn’t let up and my hand continued to slip. “Please, stop,” I cried out, the panic beginning to bubble up inside of me. I’d let my cockiness get the best of me, and now he was going to kill me. And, he’d also kill the baby he never wanted, either. I could already see the headlines about me falling to my death.
He rose from between my thighs, but still kept me dangling over the edge. I couldn’t look down anymore so I forced myself to stare at him. If I survived this night, I might very well take a knife, or pillow, and kill him with my own two hands.
“When you were having sex with my father, did you imagine their Sicilian hands all over you, Viviana? Did you think about their cocks splitting your tight holes open? Did they make you writhe in pleasure, all of which you pictured when Stefano’s old dick was pushing inside of you?”
“Nazario, I—”
“Who did you picture when lying down for my father?” he asked, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
“You, Nazario. I always thought of you.”
“Me?” he said as he grabbed my breasts and roughly squeezed them. “Only me?”
“Always, only you,” I whispered, and then everything else happened in a blur.
I went from fear to weightlessness as my hands were torn from the railing. Seconds later, I found myself soaring, but in a different way than I thought I’d inevitably be. Nazario pulled me away from the railing and pinned me against the exterior of the house. He buried his head in the V of my neck and shoulder, then kicked off his shoes and pants. After, he thrust inside of me, showing me there was indeed a heaven in the midst of pure hell. I came for him almost immediately as he drove into me with long, hard strokes.
The Catalanos showed me what pleasure could be, but I’d never truly experienced bliss until Nazario. This man infuriated me like no other, but he also made me feel things I never thought I could. I’d once thought all there was to me was vengeance, but there was passion, desire, and... I loved this bastard, so there was definitely that.
The punishing rhythm he drove into me with catapulted me over the edge, but I couldn’t fully enjoy my climax before he pulled out halfway through and carried me inside. He tossed me onto my bed, then yanked me to the edge. Without even using lube of any kind, he thrust right into my ass, drawing a ragged cry from me.
“Every part of you is mine,” he rasped, and I shivered before responding.
“Yes, Nazario.”
He slammed forward at my words, paused for a few nanoseconds, then started to pull out before driving back into me.
“Your ass,” he told me, and I whimpered in agreement. He then reached around me and my vision blurred when he thrust three fingers into me. “Your pussy.” Again, I agreed with him. Seconds later, he smacked my ass, the pain only making me want more.
“I’m yours,” I told him, hoping he would regain his earlier speed so he could finish me off.
“Your body... your mind... I want not only your every waking thought to be on me, but those in your dreams, too. I own you, Viviana. You are my property to use and do with as I please. Do you understand that?”
My head was yanked back so he could see my face. We stared, eye to eye, and I mouthed a single word to him as my mouth opened in a silent scream. Nazario was so deep inside of me, and each time he hit my back wall, it sent painful jolts throughout my body. Every part of me ached, from my throat to my pussy, and definitely my ass. My heart hurt too though, so when he grinned at me and spoke again, I closed my eyes.
“I own your heart too, Viviana. You can deny it as much as you like, but you’re wearing it on your fucking sleeve. I can see what you don’t want to say. Tell me, Viviana. Tell me that you love me.”
“No,” I said, finally finding my voice.
He slammed forward and stopped. “No, you don’t love me. Or no, you won’t tell me?”
I let out a broken sob. He was flaying me open with his brutality. “D-does it even matter?”
He lowered his mouth to my ear and nipped it sharply. “It matters to me.”
I sobbed again, especially when he pulled out and slammed back inside of me only to pause once more. “Tell me, Viviana, or else I will keep fucking your ass all night long.”
This little game of his went on for the next twenty minutes. I’d be surprised if I could even sit down tomorrow. He was a sadistic bastard, but he was mine. I knew what I felt in my heart for him, but it was my final card. If I played it now, he’d use it to hurt me over and over again. I’d been trained to withstand any kind of torture thrown at me, or so I had thought. No one told me the only opponent I couldn’t outlast was my own wretched heart.
“Fine,” I finally whimpered in defeat. “You own my heart, and you always will.”
