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“Who is the whore now, bambino?” I ask with amusement. She smiles as she leans in and smashes her lips to mine, taking my breath away as she lowers herself onto me. Her pussy wraps tightly around my dick, and she places her other hand against the side of my face. Her hips start to move, riding me at a steady and painfully slow fucking pace.
She opens her mouth, allowing my tongue to enter. She moans as a growl leaves me. She starts to pick up her pace, already making my balls tighten with her movements. She closes her eyes, and my eyes stay on her as I rip my arms down on the chains. The bed shakes with my strength, but the chains stay in place. They are starting to cut into my flash, the pain and pleasure making my stomach fill with butterflies. What a fucking perfect mixture.
She continues to move, picking up her pace as she pulls back, keeping her hands on my chest. Her head falls back as her hips continue to roll against my dick. She is fucking Bellissimo.
My breathing starts to increase when I turn my head and see the knife on the bedside table. I look back at Nicole. Her breathing is unstable, her perfect round tits are bouncing with the movement of her hips, and my mouth waters more, fuck man, fuck me.
“This is how much I trust you, my queen. Grab the knife,” I demand, hearing a moan escape me as her hips continue to move. She stops moving and sits up, taking me deep inside her tight pussy. My dick fills her, making me moan as her pussy flutters around me. She opens her eyes but doesn’t respond as she leans over and grabs the knife. Her hand is shaking as she holds it over me. My eyes never leave hers as my heart stops with the look in her eyes. The fear has been replaced with nothing but pure fucking desire.
“I am yours, and I am giving you control. You are my whore, and now I am yours. Brand me as yours, my queen,” I whisper. Every fucking word is the truth.
Her eyes look down at the knife, then at my chest. She takes a deep breath as she starts to roll her hips again, making me moan. My eyes fall closed and roll into the back of my head as she leans forward and places the knife against my chest.
“Ho bisogno di te,”I confess, needing her to hear the words.
She doesn’t respond as she starts to carve into my chest. My balls tighten as her pussy wraps tighter around my dick, and her hips move more as I pull my arms against the chains holding me in place. The bed frame starts to crack as she starts to cut deeper into my chest.
“Fanculo,” I scream as I open my eyes. Her eyes are on me as my body starts to shake from the pain. The pleasure of all of it is fucking pushing me over the edge. She continues to cut my chest, the blood starting to leave the fresh wound and starts to roll down my stomach towards my hard dick. I won’t be able to hold back much longer. I will fucking break this bed into pieces to fucking touch her right now.
She pulls back and drops the knife to the floor. She sits up, her eyes looking down at my chest, the blood now completely covering my chest and stomach. Her hips start to move faster as she places her hands on my chest. She leans down. I watch her as her tongue starts to lick away the blood from the open wound. My stomach tightens at the same time my balls do.
“Fanculo,” I whisper as my eyes close. Once again, my arms pull down as hard as I can on the chains, the entire bed frame breaks and the bed falls to the ground. I quickly sit up, wrap my arms around her, and smash my lips onto hers as I turn us, placing her on her back. Her legs wrap around my waist as I start to move my hips, pushing in and out of her at a steady and rough pace. My heart is racing so fucking fast as our tongues dance, and my blood covers her entire chest and stomach.
Her pussy wraps tighter around my dick as I pull back and grab onto her throat. Her eyes are closed, and her head is turned to the side as I look down at the fresh wound on her chest, which is now covered in my blood. I lean down and gently start to lick away the blood. Her back arches into me as her body finally allows her to release. My balls tighten as I slam into her, following behind her.
I start to slow down the movement of my hips. I pull back, her head turns, and her eyes lock on me. “You are my whore, and I am yours. You are my queen, and I am your fucking king, understand?” I demand, needing to once again be fucking validated.
“Yes, my king,” she responds softly.
I start to move my hips again as I lean back down and smash my lips to hers. She opens her mouth, allowing my bloody tongue to enter, and she moans into my mouth, causing me to groan into hers.
There is no escaping now. She is mine. All fucking mine.
From this day until our last day, she is my everything. The world will burn. The streets will run red as we take it fucking all together.
39
Christian
Nicole sits next to me at the head of the table as the rest of my men sit around the table. They all have eyes on her but haven’t said a word. They don’t know what the fuck is going on, but honestly, I don’t pay them to have a fucking opinion. I pay them to do as they are fucking told. If I wanted their opinion, I would have fucking asked. What I do is none of their business. They only need to know what I fucking tell them. If I don’t tell them, it means they don’t need to know.
“This is Nicole Armani, and she will also be in charge,” I confirm calmly. We are not married, but that doesn’t matter. She can have my last name, and she can have anything she wants. She will have the same power as I do, and they will respect and fear her the same as they do me. It is better they know right off the bat why she is here, or they will continue to stare at her, and by the end of this meeting, none of my fucking men will have eyes.
“You married her?” One of the guys asks in a disgusted and off-put tone, getting my attention right the fuck away.
I sit back in my seat and rest my hand on Nicole’s lap as I run my fingertips over my lips. I stare at the man who has spoken. He is new, dumb, and hasn’t learned exactly who the fuck I am just yet, but he will, they all will be fucking reminded of who I am. It seems to me that being away has made them forget who I am, and that will not fucking do.
I feel Nicole’s eyes on me as I look over the man sitting a few chairs down from me. He is young, fear in his eyes. Good, there should be fucking fear in his eyes, he asked a question that he has no right to know, but I will fucking play along.
“All you need to know is she has my fucking last name,” I say calmly, feeling my heart race. He looks her over with a sneer on his face. Okay, no matter fucking what, there will be fucking eyeballs on my fucking table by the end of this meeting. They will fucking learn how to look at her correctly, or they will lose their fucking right to see at all.
“So she is in charge now?” He snaps back, making my blood boil. For a young kid, he sure has fucking balls. I can respect that, but it doesn’t mean I will tolerate his tone or feel he can stand up to me. The only person that has the right to do that is Nicole, and last I checked, this kid does not have a pussy, his name is not Nicole, and he is not the one that I was just fucking.
I slowly nod, feeling my blood boil more; being questioned by a nobody is not something I take very well.
“Yes, dumbass, that is what her having my last name means,” I snap at him.
He sits back in his chair and shakes his head as he looks over Nicole again. I squeeze her hand as she grabs onto my arm, this guy is making her feel uncomfortable, and that will just not fucking do. If anything or anyone makes her feel uncomfortable, they will die, they will be destroyed, end of story, no fucking questions asked.
