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Marco
“Deep enough to bleed, deep enough to scar.”
Never had I gazed at a woman, the way I stared at my wife. Tangles of hair draped around her thin shoulders, the tips curling around her nipples smeared with her blood.
I’d created a masterpiece of pain and pleasure. Bruises bloomed beneath her flawless skin.
She stared at the knife in her hand, her thumb running along the dull edge of the blade. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, you do. I see it in your eyes.” I banded my hand around her small wrist.
“What do you see when you look in my eyes?” she asked as her gaze locked with mine. I lifted her hand, the knife protruding toward my chest.
“Mia moglie.”My wife.My body clenched with tension, unfamiliar with the vulnerability. She could decide at this moment, to plunge the knife between my ribs to spill my blood.
She rose onto her knees. I shifted, stretching my legs out and leaning against the pillows and headboard.
“My mom is afraid you’ll call off the wedding.” She straddled my lap.
“Why? Both of our families benefit from the marriage.”
“All my life, I’ve proven to be a thorn in her side.”
“You seem tame compared to your sister.” Needing only a few minutes for my refractory period, I gripped her hips, and she settled her heated center over my hardening cock.
“I’m blamed for her rebelliousness, too.”
I didn’t require a confession from her. I’d dismissed the assumption I’d have a docile wife.
Not Allegra.
Because she wanted to come, she pulled my gun to threaten the jeweler. Since my arrival, she’d done exactly as she pleased without fear of the repercussions.
She was going to challenge my patience and my preconceived ideas on marriage. Lifting from my lap, she grasped my shaft, aligned it with her opening and slowly sank down. She flinched as her hot, wet walls gloved to my length.
A groan clawed up my throat.
“Fuck.” Fresh blood from her cunt slicked my cock.
Allegra’s gaze narrowed on mine as she pressed the tip of the blade into my flesh. I stilled, my dick pulsing within her as my heart slammed against my ribs.
The knife slipped deeper, puncturing through my skin. I hissed as blood pooled around the point of the blade. She rolled her hips. Another flare of pleasure sizzled along my spine as pain seared into my flesh.
“The knife could slip,” she softly spoke, and her pussy ground hard against my groin, forcing me deep inside her. She grimaced as pleasure morphed with pain. “You’re too big.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Because I planned to bury my dick in her every fucking chance I had.
The knife pulled along my flesh as she rode me. Blood oozed from the two-inch gash along my pectoral. Another inch. More blood trickled along my ribs, dripping into the bed. A warning poised on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t speak. She was fucking breathtaking.
She was going to carve her place in my heart with her knife.
Her eyes glazed over, and her lips parted on a hot, breathy exhale. The hypnotic play of blood on my chest held her spellbound. Dragging the knife, she scored my flesh to my sternum.
“Allegra,” I whispered, gripping her hips and running my hands over her flanks.
“Fuck.” She lifted the knife from my skin. “Marco! Fuck.” She pressed her palm to the blood seeping from the gash. “I’m sorry.”
I reared up, took the knife from her bloody fingers, tossed it over the side of the bed, gripped her skull, and slammed my lips onto hers. She whimpered into my mouth.
