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He kisses my throat. Gentler than normal, trying to be mindful of the bruising. “Because, lovely Ren, I need to know when you really want me to stop, or if you’re still playing the game.”
“Safe word?” I’m breathing hard now. His grip tightens.
“Exactly.”
Excitement blooms in my chest. A safe word. That gives me a sense of power—I could stop this any time I wanted.
It also gives me freedom. I can say whatever I want. I can beg him to stop, call him a bastard, scream in his face, but so long as I don’t use the safe word, he’ll keep on coming. Keep on giving me what I really want.
I struggle. Just to test it. And he responds by shove me back and yanking the hem of my dress up. I gasp, whimpering in excitement, trying to push it back down, but he pins my hands above my head with one massive palm, the other hand massaging my inner thighs as he kisses my throat and ear, moving down to my chest, following the neckline to my cleavage.
Then he bites hard.
“You motherfucker,” I gasp, arching my back as his fingers start to stroke my pussy. “Thathurt.”
“Say the word,” he whispers, and when I don’t, he grabs my hip and turns me onto my belly, pinning one arm behind my back, hiking my dress up. I moan, arching my back, my pussy absolutely dripping at this point. It’s obscene, I know it’s crazy, and it feels so fucking good. “Say it if you want me to stop.”
He spanks me hard. I gasp, groaning. “How about you fuck off,” I whisper, teeth clenched against the pleasure. “You filthy bastard.”
He spanks me again, again, again. Three hard whacks. Then his fingers tease my pussy again. “Go on. Insult me some more. Find out what happens.”
“You’re a prick. You’re an asshole. I’d rather jump off a cliff than fuck you. I’d rather throw myself off a bridge—” He spanks mehardand I’m moaning, whimpering, as his rips my panties aside and starts to lick me from behind.
He releases my arm. I don’t fight. Why the hell would I fight? This feels too freaking good to stop. I grab onto the edge of the seat as he eats me from behind, devouring me like the rabid wolf I know he’s got locked inside his heart. His fingers slide up to tease my clit as his tongue pushes inside of me. It’s heady, insane, dirty and lovely. My ass stings from his spanks, and I want more.
“You taste so fucking good,” he purrs, licking me all over, licking me up and down, fingers rolling over my clit. I’m soaking wet, dripping down my thighs, dripping onto his tongue. “My honey. My lovely Ren.”
“You’re still a bastard,” I say through my teeth. “You’re a controlling, psycho bastard.”
“That’s right,” he says, his fingers sliding deep inside my pussy. He starts finger-fucking me. “You filthy girl. Go ahead, say what you want. Do your worst.”
“Fuck you,” I moan, which really meanskeep fucking me. “You’re such a bastard. You piece of shit.”
“That’s right, you good girl,” he growls and a finger slides into my ass. I’m gasping, whimpering, my hips pushing back as he finger-fucks my ass, finger-fucks my pussy at the same time. It’s too much, it feels so fucking good, I’m trembling and riding that edge.
“You’re a bastard,” I moan. “You’re a fucker. You’re a maniac. You’re deranged.”
“And you want to come, don’t you?” he purrs, going faster. “You want to come, lovely Ren.”
“Please,” I gasp, back arching, head thrown back. I don’t think I can stop this even if he commands it. “Pleaseyou bastard, let me come.”
“Then come for me, darling,” he says.
And as I climax, a knee-shaking, back-breaking climax, my entire body trembling, he leans forward—and bites my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasp, sobbing with pleasure.
I end face-down on the seat. Tears roll down my face. Drool escapes my mouth. My uterus keeps clenching, my ass tightening.
And Lanzo watches, smiling like he performed a miracle.
Chapter29
Renata
Back at the apartment, he washes me in the shower. Lovingly, paying close attention to every inch of my body. He soaps me, murmuring how much he adores my skin, my curves, everything about me. Lavishing me with praise. When we’re done, he wraps me in a fluffy robe and puts me to bed. His arms wrap around my body, pulling me tight against him.
I cuddle in close, feeling dizzy from the attention, the wine, the good meal. His breathing deepens, and I start to think he fell asleep. At least until he speaks, his voice soft and low. “I left the country because I thought there was adventure out there.”
