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I open my eyes, and I watch him remove his sweatpants. He walks into me as I wrap my hands around him, resting them on his back; he reaches out and grabs onto my legs, lifting me off of the ground; my legs wrap around his waist as my nails start to dig into his back.
45
Christian
Ipush her into the door harder as I lean in, smashing my lips against hers hard enough to push the air from her lungs. She opens her mouth, allowing entrance into her mouth to fucking consume her. I hold onto her legs tightly as I move back towards the bookcases. She wants the fucking mostro. She wants to know what I have been keeping from her. She is about to see the fucking mostro.
I slam her back into the bookcase. She whimpers into my mouth as I release her legs, but she keeps them wrapped tightly around me. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. They are closed, and her breathing is rapid. I wrap my left hand into her hair and pull her head to the side. I reach between us with my free hand, grabbing my hard cock, I place the tip at her entrance as I lean in, open my mouth, and bite down hard on her neck, causing her to scream as I thrust my hips forward, sinking deep into her wet pussy.
I break the skin, and her blood enters my mouth as her legs tighten around my waist and her nails dig deeper into my shoulders. I step back and then push forward again, slamming her back into the bookcase. Her body starts to shake against me as I bite down harder, and I begin to fuck her with wild abandon, giving her everything I’ve held back.
She cries out my name as I bite and suck on her neck harder and pull out to the tip and slam back into her soaked pussy. I have been trying so hard not to hurt her, but if she really wants me to fuck her, I will. I will never say no to her again. She asked for it, she fucking pushed me, and fucking pushed, threatening to allow another one of my men to fuck her pushed me so far over the edge the rage in me is building with each thought I have of another man claiming what the fuck is mine. She is mine, her pussy is mine, and now she will never forget it.
I release her skin from between my teeth and lift my head. I watch the blood trickle down her neck, and I lean back in and start to lick and suck her neck, tasting the blood and leaving my marks behind. My desire and need to taste her is at an all-time fucking high right now. I continue to thrust in and out of her. I pull us back from the bookcase, only to slam her into it again. Books, files, and shelves start to fall on and around us as I bite down on her neck again. There will be no doubt in anyone’s mind that she is mine. I have claimed and marked her as mine.
This is what she wanted, this is what she fucking asked for, this is what she is going to get, she is my fucking whore. I lean back and look at her as I release her hair. She lifts her head, and I place my hand firmly against the broken bookcase.
“Sei il mio mostro,” she whispers, trying to catch her breath. I release my hold on her throat and place it on the other side of her head as she digs her nails into my back, making me growl. My eyes stay on hers as she meets me thrust for thrust, matching my motions and allowing me to drive into her deeper. My dick is hitting all the right places for both of us. My balls tighten when she digs her nails into my back and racks them down, breaking the skin.
“Fanculo,” I whisper through gritted teeth as our eyes stay locked—a small smile forms across her lips.
“Christian,” she moans.
“Who the fuck do you belong to you, Nicolette?” I ask, needing her to fucking reassure me, needing her to fucking say it out loud.
“You,” she answers, not needing to think. I increase my pace as her pussy wraps tighter and tighter around my throbbing cock. I lean in, my lips almost touching hers. “Who the fuck do you belong to?” I growl.
Her eyes search mine for a moment. “My king,” she answers, making my heart race.
A smile forms across my lips. “My queen.”
I lean in, smashing my lips to her, tasting her sweet taste mixed with her blood; what a fucking mixture.
There is no going back, and there is no putting myself back into the cage I have created within myself. This is who I am. This is who she now needs. She is not a fragile piece of glass. She is ready to walk beside me, and she will; I will make fucking sure of it. Everything will fucking burn, and the streets will run red with blood. The sweet fucking taste of revenge and love.
46
Nicole
“Embracing the Monster within.”
Ilean against the wall as I keep my eyes on Christian. He is a few feet away, talking to three men, pointing at the walls and the floor. He wants to change up the casino, and he has asked for my point of view. I like our apartment’s black and red theme, so he plans to change the casinos to match. It is crazy how my opinion matters to him and now to his men. Christian listens to me and wants to hear what I have to say about things which honestly turns me the fuck on.
In the bedroom, inside our home, he is the King, but out here, we are equals. He is the King, and I am the motherfucking Queen. Things have changed between us since the office encounter, and something has changed inside of me. The voices have disappeared into the darkness of my mind, and I feel empowered and in control. It is fucking crazy how giving power and control to Christian has actually fucking given me my power and control back.
But in public, I am the Queen, and I am Christian’s woman, and around here, that means fucking everything. The word of me has been spreading. If people don’t know who the fuck I am, Christian has made sure it won’t be long until they do.
I continue to lean against the wall when I spot Ty leaning against the wall behind Christian. He is keeping his eyes on things, keeping his eye on a certain someone, I should say. The other men are walking around the casino, ensuring things are going as they should. Christian runs a tight ship, that is for sure. Everyone has a job to do, every one of his men, to the waitresses and bartenders. Upstairs is where the drugs and guns are sold, and down here is where everything else happens: gambling, partying, eating, and drinking. Christian is even working on opening a club or two, and he is going to have Ty and some others run it.
It is crazy to think of where I am now compared to where I was a month ago. My entire life has changed as I have changed. I continue to watch Christian as he stands still as a young blonde walks up behind him, holding a tray of drinks. She rests her hand on his lower back, making my heart stop. Christian continues to talk as his men grab the drinks from the tray, and she slowly makes her way in front of me, lowering the tray and resting her hand on his chest.
I look over at Ty, but he shakes his head at me as my vision turns fucking red, like full-on blood red and blurry. I look back at Christian; he now has the waitress by her hair, forcing her to look up at him. My heart completely fucking stops as I push off of the wall and quickly walk down the hall.
Christian looks over at me, holding her hair as I stop behind her and grab the back of her neck. Christian lets go of her hair and steps back, his eyes staying locked on me as he puts his hands in the air and nods, making a smile spread across my face. I pull the girl back against me. Her breathing is rapid as I lean down and place my lips against her ear.
“What do you think you are doing whore?” I say into her ear, keeping my eyes on Christian.
“Nothing,” she replies quickly. The fuck she means nothing. I have fucking eyes, and her hand was on his fucking chest.
