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“You little whore.”
She fumbled around the buckle and slowly unzipped my pants. “Your little whore misses you.”
I let her pull my cock out, and her tongue darted out, licking her lips as she felt how hard I was. That fucking triumphant smirk jumped on her face again, lighting up her eyes. “Be mad at me all you want, hurt me all you want,” she brought her mouth closer to my cock, “but you can’t deny that you miss me, too.”
She was right. I did miss her. And the view of her naked, on her knees, with lips close to my cock without having them wrapped around me, was driving me insane. I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her to me. “Wipe that smirk off your face and find a better use to that mouth.”
She opened wide as I shoved my cock down her throat. She moaned around me as she tried to fit me in. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked vigorously, struggling but too eager to please.
The wetness of her tongue around my crown and shaft dragged a hiss from me. That past week was hard. Before I had her, I’d waited for years that I’d once thought were the longest. But they were nothing compared to the last seven days. Fuck you, Angel. I took her in. Kneeling in supplication, moaning her prayers for forgiveness, whispering her remorse through the slurps. “Come una puttana in chiesa…”
She released me with a pop and glanced back up at me. “Like a whore in church?”
“Your Italian is getting better, unlike your cock-sucking skills. Did I say you could fucking stop?” I pulled her back on me, shoving all my length down her throat so fast she almost gagged.
She moaned loudly as she tried to work her way around the size of my angry erection and I yanked harder on the back of her hair. Her fingers played with my balls, too, as she sucked, making me want to nut in her mouth.
Right at the edge, I pulled her head away from me, ripping her off my cock.
Her tits rose and fell rapidly as she stared up at me, her face a question mark. “Let me finish you. Please.”
“You think you can fuck your way out of this, Angel? You suck my dick and we’re even?”
“I’ll do anything you want me to do. Take any punishment you see fit. Treat me like a whore. Use me for your pleasure. Have your revenge, Tino, in any way you need. Anything so you can come back to me.”
To come back, I have to leave first. I never left you, Angel. Never could. Never will. You’re the poison I have to take a sip of every day so it won’t kill me, except no amount is ever enough. The bane of my existence. I can never leave you, Angel.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered.
She stretched to get up, but I shook my head. “On all fours like a literal bitch,” I said. “Crawl to bed, and when you climb on top, stay on all fours.”
The victory she’d thought she scored ebbed away from her gaze as she reluctantly pressed her palms to the floor. I waited for her beside the bed, watching as humiliation reddened her face while she crawled to me like an ungrateful pet. A pretty scene. Prettier if she was crying, too.
I took off my belt and whipped her ass. Once. Twice. Three times. Ten fucking times until she was whimpering. Much better.
When she reached the edge of the bed, she struggled to get up, so I grabbed her by the hair and forced her on the mattress. Her painful moans through the tears were like a nice sedative numbing the flames that had been gnashing at me yet burning me with desire. I stiffened even harder than when she was sucking me as I positioned her that she was on all fours, her ass in the air, red and tender, ripe for the taking.
“Look at me,” I said.
She coaxed her head and looked at me, chin wobbling, pain coloring her expression.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to ask your son if he’s been raped in the ass by your best friend? For a whole year?”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth parted with no words, only horror.
“What if it was Nicco? How would you feel, Angel?”
Her whole body quivered, silent tears dropping on the sheets. “I didn’t know.”
“You knew exactly who Il Coyote was. You knew everything.”
“I swear to you, on Nicco’s life, on yours, on Nicky’s, I didn’t know Domenico was going to hurt Leo. All we agreed on was keeping Leo locked away.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I smacked her sore flesh, and she flinched with a wince. “Since I made you my wife, I’ve never taken your ass. I was afraid to break you because of how fragile you are. The spanking, the belt, the cuffs you can take, but this,” I parted her cheeks and rubbed myself against her tiny, little hole, “this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker.”
Panic laced her screams as she tried to wiggle and writhe away, but I held her in place, gripping her hips with ironclad fists.
“Oh my God! Tino! Please!”
