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“Please what, Angel?”
“Don’t…do this. Please.”
“Do you think he stopped when Leo must have asked him to?”
Her moans turned into wails. “How can I make you believe I didn’t know?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I brought her mouth to my cock again and made her suck me, forcibly. She cried harder as she covered my erection with drool and protesting groans, the brazen pleasure she was having with me earlier gone, replaced by humiliation and dread. I pulled away when I was satisfied. “You made it wet enough like a good bitch. Now, take it like I say you take it.”
She whimpered as I pressed the tip to the tiny opening even I had doubts it could fit. “Anal could be very pleasant with the right preparation,” I entered her with my middle finger first, dragging a little scream from her throat, “lube, stretching, toys and lots of foreplay before the big act, but backstabbing bitches like you only gets the tearing pain of getting fucked in the ass with a big fat cock that wants you ripped in half.” I pushed two fingers in and out while her screams grew louder, and then I leaned in and bit her earlobe. “A cock that’s not afraid of blood.”
Her head dropped as her gasps panicked. I held her hips and thrust in.
“Oh, no, no, No! Please! I’m begging you. It hurts,” she sniffled between screams.
Cazzo, she was so tight. I had to use some force to just get the tip inside. It was so fucking good, and the pleading, quivering cries added to my pleasure.
After a few more thrusts, I was able to get a few inches in, but her legs were trembling and she went silent, as if in shock from the pain. No, that won’t do. She needs to be here, feel every pain, scream with every move.
I grabbed a little combat knife I always kept in my sock—a man like me couldn’t afford to walk or even sleep unprepared—and I made sure she heard it unsheathing.
She glanced at it in terror. “What—what are you—gonna do with—this?”
“Did you know Il Coyote liked to carve shit on his prisoners’ bodies before he flayed them and fed them to the actual coyotes?”
A broken sound gurgled at the back of her throat.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear it.”
She didn’t speak, so I thrust deeper. Her head lolled back with a bellowing scream. “Please! Stop!”
I slid the blade on her skin, teasing her, enjoying the shudders of her body. “Lucky for you, knife play isn’t my thing…neither is branding. Otherwise, I’d have carved wings all over your back to make you a real angel and then branded you my bitch on various places of your gorgeous body.”
She mumbled something too low to hear.
“Speak up!”
She flinched, her flesh glistening with sweat. “I said thank you, Tino. Thank you for not hurting me like that. I am lucky.”
That went straight to my cock even when I was aware of all her games; she was only saying that to play me. “Oh yeah? Well, don’t thank me yet.” I grabbed a long strand of her hair. “Because I’ll still do that.” I cut it short with the knife and dropped it on the mattress in front of her.
She shook with all the sobs and moans and whimpers, all the beautiful sounds I needed to hear, as with every thrust that painfully took her ass virginity, I chopped off parts of her beauty that enthralled me, cutting pieces of her and tossing them like they were trash.
By the time I was deep inside her, filling her with my engorged cum, she was nothing but a bundle of broken sobs with a rough pixie cut. I pulled out and sighed as I took her in.
“Did that please you, Tino? Tearing me apart, making me ugly?” she whispered.
Ugly? I don’t think you’ve ever been more beautiful, my Angel. The hold she still had on me, even in her most vulnerable time, enraged me, destroying the satisfaction I thought I’d gotten from ruining her like that.
Dannazione. I’ll just have to hurt her some more.
“By the way, tomorrow Leo and Nicole will pay the traitor a visit. I think you have a pretty good idea what’s going to happen, and how devastated your sister will be. You won’t be there for her, and she’ll always remember that, just like she’ll remember that all the mess her life has become, all the pain she has to deal with on her own from now on is because of you.”
As if that wasn’t enough, I also had to say, “And one more thing,” I nodded at the scattered, broken plates on the floor, “you don’t seem to appreciate what I give you, so no food for you for three days until you learn your lesson. No Nicco, too, since you won’t be able to eat in order to feed him,” I smirked at her crumbled body and the little trail of blood coming down her back thigh, “or even sit to hold him.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
TINO
