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“I’m afraid I must.” His voice doesn’t hold an ounce of regret. “What kind of husband will I be if I let you believe you can get away with killing me?”
Before I have time to formulate a reply, he cups my sex and rubs his fingers over my clit. My body responds in an instant, my muscles tightening.
“I wasn’t going to do this,” he says, rubbing oil over his cock. “Not tonight.”
The warning registers too late. I feel his intention when he presses the head of his cock on the wrong hole and breaches it with a punch of his hips. My scream bounces off the walls. My first reaction is to crawl away from him, but he digs his fingers into my hips and holds me in place.
“Relax,” he says, breathing hard. “It’ll make it easier to take me.”
Reaching behind me, I grab his wrist, not sure if I’m pushing him away or holding on. “I can’t.”
“You can, and you will. You will take all of me in your tight little ass.”
As if to prove his point, he shoves deeper. It hurts too much.
“You’ll tear me,” I shout, not caring who hears.
“I won’t.” He rubs his hands up my sides and closes his fingers around my breasts. “Just work with me.”
My breath catches when he moves. He’s too thick, too long. “I don’t have to do anything for you.”
“It’s not for my sake. I’m already enjoying this. It’s entirely for yours.”
He punches his hips, making me yelp.
“Play with yourself,” he orders, his cock sinking deeper. “It’ll help.”
He can’t know that it will. He doesn’t feel what I’m feeling. A part of me doesn’t want to make this easier on myself. I want to remember that he’s cruel and unfeeling, and he’s proving it so effectively.
When I don’t oblige, he lets go of one breast and slips his hands around my waist and between my legs. In this, he’s a fast learner, knowing exactly how to touch me to wrench pleasure from my body. The signals are mixed. It feels as if he’ll tear me apart even as the slow build of an orgasm contracts my core. The overbearing sensations increase when he parts my folds and sinks a finger inside. I’m too full. Too close.
He finds purchase on my hip again while pumping his finger. My inner muscles clench around the intrusion. My pleasure spikes. It’s not that I don’t feel the discomfort. It’s just muddled in the haze of my need. It’s absorbed in the explosion of unbearable pleasure that destroys me like a bomb would flatten a landscape. It happens as fast as it’s intense, leaving me legless in seconds. It’s only Angelo’s grip on my hip that keeps me on my knees.
The moment my muscles give and my body softens, he buries his whole length inside me. I don’t have to look to know. I feel. The pummeling of his groin against my ass is almost too much to bear, but I don’t have the energy or the will to stop it. I can only take it, half sagging and half choking as he beats out a rhythm that leaves me raw. I’m down and I can’t get up, not when a pleasure much darker and deeper ravages the wreckage he’s made of my body, making me clench around his cock.
He groans and curses and then doubles his onslaught.
I lose all sense of time and place. The pleasure pebbles out again but differently this time. With too much force. I jerk when something makes contact with my oversensitive clit. His hand, I think. I couldn’t care. I can’t focus. Can’t move. Can’t distinguish one sensation from another. Everything is pleasure. Everything is pain.
“Fuck,” he utters, his voice strangled as he slams his groin against my ass and stills.
Warmth bathes me inside. The sting follows a second later.
“Fuck, Sabella.”
Another curse aimed at himself or me, I can’t be sure.
He bends over me, chasing me down as he finally allows my body to collapse on the mattress.
“You’re so fucking tight like this.” He pushes onto his elbows and kisses my neck. “The sight of your asshole swallowing my cock with those red welts painted over your ass made me lose my fucking mind.” He presses his chest against my back, covering my body with his, and nips my shoulder. “Stay.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t move.
He gets off me, pulls out. The burn flares.
The mattress dips, and then his heat is gone.
From the corner of my eye, I see him adjusting his clothes before walking to the bathroom.
