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I laved my tongue over the scratch, then closed my mouth over her nipple, and my teeth sank into her tender flesh. “Da quel momento sarai mia moglie e sarai fedele solo a me.”You will be my wife, and you will be loyal to me, and only to me.
She closed her eyes as I slid the knife through the lace of her panties. The scrap of sheer material fell to the floor. Spinning the knife, I poised the handle at her drenched slit.
The blade sliced into my fingers. A feral need to mark her as mine tore through me like cutting shards of glass. Blood trickled along my hand, onto my wrist, and dripped to the floor. This was the second time I’d bled for her.
I tilted my head to the side. The blade was inscribed.Fight to the end or live for nothing.
“You wish to fightagainstme, topolina.” I pushed the handle into her pussy. “Whereas I would wish for you to fightwithme.”
She moaned as I pulled the knife from inside her. “I’m not your little mouse anymore. You broughtherhere.” She choked on a breath, fighting her emotions. I felt the hollow ache in her voice deep in my gut. I’d caused her insecurity. I wanted her broken, to depend on me to put her back together.
“I did, but you’re the only woman I want to touch.” Still holding the knife, I dropped to my knees before her. I pressed a kiss to her stomach. My wife. The woman who would be the mother of my children.
I smeared my blood, painting her pussy. With my tongue, I spread her lips. “You’re the only want I want to taste.” I licked the length of her pussy. She was soft velvet and fiery heat. Temptation, but I wasn’t worthy of salvation. I wasn’t worthy of her, but I was still going to take her.
Her sweet cream coated my tongue, moistened my lips, and her scent only fed my hunger for more of her. “The only one I want to fuck.”
I dropped the knife, gripped her leg, forced her open, and sucked hard to her clit. Blood from my hand smeared along her thigh. She clawed at my scalp, grinding her cunt into my face.
“Have you been with her?” Her quivering voice echoed through the room, needing the truth I couldn’t give her. Not now, not when this was all we had between us.
I licked and sucked, working her clit against my lips.
“Marco,” she cursed my name as she came. Tears glistened on her face, her eyes closed, and she broke against my mouth.
Her plaintive wail pierced deep into my soul. I recognized that I was the monster in her story. I wanted to dwell in the darkest parts of her mind, twist her emotions until she craved only me. I would own her soul the way she owned mine. Because somehow she’d crawled under my skin and become something more, something dangerous to my sanity.
I wouldn’t let her go, and I’d never give her to another. A feral need surged through me. I stood, fought the buckle to my belt, and lowered the zipper. “I need inside you.”
“I need you, too.” Allegra freed my cock as I lifted her. Pressing her against the wall, I angled my hips and thrust inside her. Her tattered dress ripped and fell from her body. Her bare feet locked around my hips as I thrust, and she bucked against me.
I opened my mouth over her neck, abrading her skin with my beard, and sucking her flesh. Her tits crushed between us, and her fingers clawed at my shoulders while I speared hard and fast into her.
I needed more. Holding her tight, I withdrew from her body and lowered us to the floor.
“On your dress.” I flipped her over. Lace, tulle, and satin pillowed beneath her hands and knees. Positioned behind her, I pushed my trousers and boxers onto my thighs, aligned my cock to her opening, and plowed hard and deep into her.
She grasped handfuls of her dress, her back arched, and she braced against my punishing thrusts. I dug my fingers into her hips, forcing her to rock into me, and I shafted into her again and again, a wild cyclone of heat, pleasure, and curses.
“Mine to fuck, until death do us part.” And then I’d fuck her in the afterlife. Her juices glistened on my cock. I slid deep into her channel, the firm globes of her ass nestled against my groin. “Do you want to come, little mouse?”
“Marco. Please. Make me come. Oh god, make me come.” Her head and shoulders lowered, her forehead touching the ground as she rocked on her knees.
Momentum built. I slammed into her, hitting the top of her core. Tight walls surrounded my dick in slick, wet heat. Her body trembled beneath my hands.
“We can’t lie, not about this.” I leveraged higher, fucked her harder, fucked her until she pleaded, my name on her lips, to make her come. “Who am I?”
“Marco Bruno.”
“Who am I?” I asked again.
“Tu sei mio marito.You’re my husband.” She cried out with a shattering climax. A violent storm of whimpers and gasped poured from her lips. Her body convulsed, strangling my cock in hard pulses, and bathing my balls in her release.
A string of curses fell from my mouth as I came, shooting hot spurts of cum into my wife. I fucked, and she submitted, taking every hard thrust of my cock into her body. I fucked her through the last fluttering ripples, through her tears, and shivers.
Sweat slicked her skin. I pressed my lips to her spine as I slipped from inside her. She collapsed to the floor, curling onto her side on the rumpled remains of her wedding dress.
I tugged up my briefs and pants and zipped up. Blood stained her flesh, and cum smeared between her thighs. Angry welts from the knife scored her chest, and blood darkened the lines cut into her skin with the tip of the blade.
