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He chuckled and pushed his fingers in deep again, making obnoxious sounds with my wetness to further shame me as more gushed out of my traitorous body. Memories from last night assaulted me, reminding me how good it felt when he used his mouth to make me come before running the length of his cock through my lips over and over again to prepare me for his girth. The way he grunted and praised me while he fucked me and stole my virginity even as I tightened my legs around him and pulled myself closer with each thrust.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised me again, twisting his fingers inside of me. “I should be punishing you.”
“This is punishment!” I screamed.
“This is pleasure,” he countered instantly and then I stilled to stone when I heard him pull his zipper down.
“Don’t!”
“Don’t what, Wife?” He asked, before slapping the head of his cock against my upturned ass. “Don’t fuck my property?” He pressed the head of his cock against my wet entrance and pushed in. He growled as he pushed deeper, and I bit the cushion under my face to remain silent as the burn of his size and the tenderness from last night mixed with a weird pleasure from being filled with him. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” He let go of my neck and wrapped both hands around my waist. “Your body was made to take me, Arianna, it was built to be used like this.”
“Fuck you.” I hissed and he chuckled before slamming the rest of the way into me, forcing the air from my lungs. “Fuck!” I bit my lip and moaned, hating my traitorous body.
“If you insist.” He spanked my ass again and then started doing exactly that. He fucked me mercilessly, slapping his body against my thighs as he repeatedly forced his giant cock into me.
I was fucking warped in the head because, within a dozen punishing thrusts, I was exploding around him. I fought the sensations of my orgasm, biting the cushion and forcing myself to remain silent as I came but I didn’t fool him, not for a second.
“Good girl,” he growled, “That’s a good fucking girl, Little One. Milk me dry.” His dirty words were repulsive, yet arousing at the same time and I hated the effect he had on me. His thrusts sped up even more and then became so much deeper before he roared out loud, exploding inside of me. Last night he had been quiet when he came, but today, he didn’t care who heard, which only brought me more shame.
His cock jerked inside of me, and he grunted again before pulling out, leaving an empty feeling inside of me before backing away.
I slid from the chair onto the floor and brought my knees to my chest as I hung my head in shame, staring at his pristine black shoes and pants.
What the fuck was it about this man that turned me so rabid for his pleasure?
He panted above me, and I heard him put himself away and zip his pants back up, but I didn’t look up at him. I couldn’t because he’d see that I wasn’t as angry with him as I was with myself for letting him get me off. I was so stupid and pathetic.
“Take a bath, to ease your body,” he said finally, “I’ll have Molly bring you ice for your hand.” Then, he turned his back and walked out of the room without a backward glance like we hadn’t just had a giant game of tug of war, where I clearly lost.
I tried to tell myself that I hadn’t wanted it, and that’s why I had told him to stop. But I knew deep down, and so did he, that I only said stop to make myself feel better. I knew I shouldn’t have wanted it. But I did.
I wanted Nicolas Capasso more than I had ever wanted another man before in my life. He was my husband. And my villain.
And I was totally and utterly fucked over it.
Chapter 6 – Nico
Twodays.
It had been two days since I laid eyes directly on my new bride. I had been watching her constantly on the security cameras I had throughout my estate, but I hadn’t faced her since I brutalized her over the back of the chair in our bedroom.
I told myself that was because I didn’t want to deal with her anger over it. However, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to deal with my indignity over it. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what exactly about our few encounters had led me to feel like an animal for taking her the way I did and then ignoring her for two days straight, but something did.
I was a monster, that wasn’t a secret. I’d been called ‘The Wolf’ my whole life. I took what I wanted and didn’t apologize for it, in all things in life. And women were included in that. Most of the time I never had a problem getting a willing woman in my bed. But bending Arianna to my will on our wedding day left me feeling… no better than her father.
She had been brutalized at his hand, in the name of parenting. And it enraged me to imagine all of the ways she suffered over the years because of Emilio and Mina Rosetti, especially after Carmine had described some of the things to me in our impromptu chat.
Then I’d gone and used her attraction to me and my power over her as her husband, to take her when she challenged me on why I intervened on the eve of our wedding.
“Capa,” My second, Matteo, interrupted my thoughts as he walked into my office calling me the Italian nickname for boss that sounded like my last name.
“What?” I snapped angrily thanks to the sour churning in my gut, and it wasn’t even nine am.
“Molly has an update for you,” He replied with raised eyebrows, bristling at my tone and no doubt wanting to challenge me on it. Only, he kept his mouth shut, using his facial expressions to get his point across.
Message received, old friend. Though not headed.
“See her in,” I nodded to the door and then took a deep breath as my wife’s personal maid walked in to give me her daily update on the mysterious woman living in my home.
