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“You okay, babe?” I ask softly, searching his eyes for the answer, but he is so good at hiding his emotions while mine are fucking boiling over, destroying everything.
His eyes search mine for a moment. He takes a deep breath and leans in. His lips are so fucking close to mine our eyes stay locked. “Ho bisogno di te,” he whispers, making my heart ache. I lift my hands and rest them against his scarred chest. He stiffens underneath my touch, and I lean in, gently connecting my lips to his, and he leans his naked body against mine. He tastes so fucking good. My nails slowly run down his back as I open my mouth. His tongue enters as he growls into my mouth. He lowers his right hand and grabs my leg, lifting it and placing it against his hip. He lowers his other hand and reaches between us as he leans into me, pinning me roughly against the wall.
He grabs his dick and places the head at my pussy’s entrance. My pussy is already pulsing as he leans into me more, tightening his grip on my leg as he shoves into my pussy, forcing me to stand on my tippy toes. He releases his dick and starts to move in and out of me as he grabs onto my throat. My pussy wraps tighter around his dick, causing us both to moan. He pulls back, breaking the kiss as he continues to move in and out of my pussy, filling me completely each and every fucking time.
“I love you, Christian,” I whisper.
“Bambino,” he replies, his voice is so fucking sexy, dark, and low.
“Thank you,” I whisper as my eyes fall shut, and my head leans back against the wall as he picks up his pace.
He leans down and licks my neck, trailing down to the carving on my chest. My body starts to shake from the pleasure as he continues to hit the right spot, the one spot that forces me to see fucking stars.
“My king,” I moan as my pussy wraps tighter around him, hitting my peak.
“My queen,” he whispers against my skin as my nails dig into his back. He growls against my chest as my back arches, and my nails make a trail of damage down his back as we both release at the same time. He slams into me, filling me completely.
41
Christian
Isit on the edge of the chair as I lean down and tie my shoes. We spent a lot of time in the shower, both getting lost in each other. She opened herself to me. Her walls are starting to come down, and each moment, each second, I can see it in her eyes. The pain is beginning to get pushed to the background. The voices in her head are not as loud as they were before.
Her touch, her kiss, her pussy wrapped around my dick, her whispering to me, all of it is fucking consuming. She has the power to break me at any fucking moment. For her, I would let her, and I would let her fucking destroy me, kill me if it meant she was free from the voices of those men in her head. The voices telling her that she is not good enough, the voices telling her that she is dirty and disgusting, that can’t be farther from the truth.
I slowly sit back in the chair and rest my elbow on the armrest. I slowly move my fingers over my lips as I look toward the full walk-in closet. The light is on, and the door is open just enough that I can see her walking around, looking at each piece of clothing.
Tonight, I am taking her out to dinner and a movie. She won’t start feeling normal and not trapped until she gets out and starts living, and I plan on fucking living every moment with her. I might be a gangster, a fucking drug dealing murderer, but dates and dinner are something I can do for her. I can take the night off to be with my queen, my future wife. The thought has crossed my mind since the moment I took her into my arms in that basement.
I fucking lost her once, I fucking walked away from her once, that will never fucking happen again, if she dies, I die, if she lives, I will live with her. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. There is no me without her. She is my reason for living, my source of air.
My heart races as I watch her standing in the doorway, looking at two dresses in the full-length mirror. They are both backless and fall to her feet, one is black, and one is red, and fuck, she would look beautiful in either.
My dick hardens as she puts up each dress to her naked body. She tilts her head to the side, looking over the dress. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and her body is completely fucking naked. She slowly turns her back to me, and I see the scars as she leans down in front of the mirror, putting on some black high heels. She rests her foot on the chair in front of her, giving me a clear view of some of her brandings.
I will never get tired of watching this woman. She is beyond fucking gorgeous. When she looks in the mirror, even now, she acts like she wants to turn away. Her bruises and cuts are still healing, and her body is filling out from the food she has been eating. She is what dreams are made of. She is what my fucking dreams are made of. I can’t fucking tell you how many times I dreamt of her after running into her at the coffee shop. Honestly, I will never fucking forgive myself for walking away from her, maybe just maybe, if I had stayed, things would have been different, but that is something I will never know for sure. She thinks her scars are ugly, disgusting, but no part of that body would ever fucking be ugly or disgusting in my eyes. Her body is utter perfection. Everything about her brings me to my fucking knees.
I lower my hand from my face and grab tightly onto both chair arms as she slips into the black dress. She looks herself over in the mirror one last before turning and fully opening the door. Her body sways in the heels as she makes her way over to me. Her eyes are deadlocked onto me as I slowly stand up. The dress is low enough to show off her chest, the carving proof that she is fucking mine.
“You ready to go, Bellissimo,” I ask softly. I am already wanting to rip this fucking dress off of her, and bend her over and fuck that ass.
She nods and smiles. “Where are we going to eat?” She asks with excitement in her voice. One of the things I love about her is she is fucking grateful for everything and anything, even the things that are just natural and normal, like going on a date. There are so many things she missed out on, and I plan on showing it all to her. I plan on experiencing it all with her.
“Where would you like to go eat? Your choice anywhere, and we will go,” I say confidently. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her; if she wants to take the jet, we will take the jet. If she wants to go to a diner, we will go to a diner. Whatever she wants and wishes for, I will give her.
She wraps her arm around mine, making my heart race as I guide us toward the door.
“Pizza,” she replies, making me shake my head. I don’t know what the fuck it is about her and pizza and burgers, but she is fucking obsessed.
“Seriously?” I ask.
She nods, and her smile widens. “Yep.”
“You have had pizza for three days,” I remind her softly.
She laughs at herself, making me chuckle. “That’s because I like pizza.”
I let a small laugh leave my lips again as I shake my head and lead her out of the apartment toward the elevator.
