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“What if I say yes? What if I say I want to watch you kill someone? Will you show me?” Fuck. Her ruthless ass is going to get fucked hard if she keeps saying shit like this.
“That can certainly be arranged. However, you will be mine and mine alone. I won’t tolerate disloyalty. Not even from you. The consequences of disloyalty to me are… permanent. I will make you forget all about other men.” She swallows thickly. Watching her throat work like that has me imagining my cock shoved so far down her throat she chokes on it with mascara-ridden tears tracking down her cheeks. Fuck.
“I won’t be disloyal, but there are no other men. There has never been,” she says. She’s telling me she’s untouched? Fuck. I want to fuck her now, but I’ll wait. I want vows between us before I slide my cock into her untouched cunt. Destruction is inevitable now. She will beg for my touch before the day is over. Then she licks her lips. All I can think about is kissing her. I lower my head to hers, ready to take her lips, but she turns away from me. “Don’t kiss me, please. I can’t. I’ve never… I don’t want that.” She doesn’t want me to kiss her? That doesn’t sit well with me, but I will abide by her wishes… for now.
“What do you want?” I ask, resting my forehead against hers. I am shaking with need. The need to be inside her. The need to make her mine before her family comes and tries to take her from me. I won’t allow them, but they will certainly try.
“I don’t know,” she admits, closing her eyes. I release her neck and drag my palm down her torso before roughly lifting her and setting her ass on the counter. Her eyes widen. “You picked me up,” she says.
“I did, baby.”
“You must be strong.” I was made for her so that I can pick her up. I shake my head.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I demand, my hands skimming her soft, supple thighs. I push the flouncy skirt of her dress up, never once taking my eyes off of hers. When I reach her hips, I look down. Her panties are soaking wet. I drag my index finger over the center seam, pushing into her a little bit. Her pussy lips are puffy, outlined by the soaking wet material. My mouth waters, so I swallow thickly. “Tell me, Matilde.” I bury my face in her neck. I’ll give her whatever she wants after she marries me.
“I don’t want you to fuck anyone else,” she moans as I speed my fingers up. As if I would. What man would go to these lengths for a woman just to fuck someone else?
“You are the only person I want in my bed and on my cock. Get that through your head, Matilde. What else do you want?”
“I can ask for anything?” she asks, biting that goddamn pouty bottom lip.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice husky as I push her panties to the side and see her perfect pinkness for the first time.
“Kiss me,” she moans, and I look up and lean for her mouth. “No. Here,” she says, running her fingers over mine at her pussy. I smirk at her.
“You want me to eat your perfect little pussy?” I rub her clit faster and faster, bringing her to the edge and then stopping. Maybe I am a fucking monster, but I want her gagging for me.
“Yes,” she says, pushing at my shoulders. I step back, pulling her panties back in place. I suck my finger into my mouth. Her eyes widen.
“Too bad. You will have to suffer, thinking about the pure pleasure I will give you. I will only satisfy you when you’re my wife,” I tell her.
“You asshole,” she groans. “I don’t need you; I can make myself come. I’m so, so, so good at it,” she moans, putting two of her peach-tipped fingers into her mouth, getting them wet before trailing her hand down her body. Fuck. I almost give in and bury my face in her perfect cunt, licking her until she screams my name and creams all over the counter. My eyes follow her hand as she moves her panties out of her way. She rubs tight, fast circles over her swollen clit. I’m fascinated by her boldness, but I still don’t want her to come again until she’s my wife. I grab her wrist and pull her fingers from her pussy. I don’t know why I need this control. Not that there were many, but any previous fuck, I didn’t give a fuck if they came. I got off and left. With her, my sweet goddess, I want to worship her until we are too tired to move. “Why?” she whines. I take her hand and set it on my cock. She flexes her fingers over me, making me groan.
“Neither one of us will be satisfied until we are wed.”
“Well, when the fuck is that going to be?” she asks, getting pissed off. I smile.
“Language, dirty girl. We’re leaving for St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church in twenty minutes. Cashel will help you get ready.”
“We’re getting married today?”
“Yes. Then I am sure your family will descend on us. I’m honestly surprised they aren’t here yet.”
“My family?”
“Yes. Remember what I said. Not a word of this being about anything other than the two of us being so in love we couldn’t wait, or they’ll all die.”
“How long will you hold that over my head?” she asks as I set her back on her feet.
“As long as it takes for you to get the message. Cashel!”
“Yes, brother?” she asks, coming into the kitchen a few seconds later.
“Dress her for our wedding. We are all leaving soon.”
“Yay! We’re going to be sisters.”
“Yes. That will be fun,” Matilde says, taking Cashel’s outstretched hand. I’m glad she’s getting along with my sister. She hates the girls at her school. They make her life miserable, despite knowing who she is. I hope they stay friends because Cashel doesn’t have any. I’m not sure Matilde does either. The only people she’s friends with on social media are her family and people that work for the Vitali’s and their spouses.
