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“This is gonna hurt.”
I gritted my teeth, taming back the curses running through my mind as she stuck the needle through my skin and pulled the thread through. Her hands were drenched in my blood, and I couldn’t help but remember that last night I, too, had drawn blood from her body in the best fucking way possible.
My cock was stained in her purity, and fuck did that make me hard as ever.
“You’re getting a little revenge there, aren’t you?” I teased.
“You brought your wife back to her father’s house less than twelve hours after forcing her to marry you as if she were a Christmas present you wanted to return.” She poked another hole through my skin, not holding back on the punishment.
“I’m a dick.” I winced, another stitch pulling the two pieces of flesh together. “I’m sorry, Fiore mio. I’m gonna make it up to you with a lifetime of groveling and a brand new bush of Juliet roses.”
She hid a chuckle, and I knew I had gotten through to her. I’d honor that promise if I made it to Christmas morning alive, which highly depended on whether I got through this morning or not.
“Papa’s not going to like that. Neither will Don Bartolini. You know… my future husband.” Another stab to highlight the one delivered by her words.
“You have a wedding ring on your finger already if I’m not mistaken,” I grunted, gripping her hair at the nape of her neck and bringing her face close to mine. “I’ve licked you, Wife. You’re mine.”
I crashed my lips to hers with a force that spoke of possession and claim. Elena Battaglia was fucking mine, and I’d rather die than acknowledge otherwise.
“We’re gonna make it right with your father, but first, you’re gonna sit on my cock and come when I tell you to. I want you looking well fucked for everyone to see how your husband satisfies you.”
Elena let the needle go, still hanging from my flesh as she stood up to straddle me. I stood up instead, spinning her around with me, my erection snuggled against her ass as we both faced the mirror of her vanity.
Her face was a perfect picture of lust, and I had barely touched her yet. I pulled her dress up, exposing her perfect, round ass to me before landing a hard smack on her cheek. Elena flinched, but the moan that escaped her mouth told me the pleasure was far more than the pain.
“That’s for taking pleasure in sticking that needle into me.” I smacked her again, harder, earning another breathy moan, her hands gripping the counter tighter. “That’s for insinuating you’d marry someone else.” Another smack, her skin baring my red mark and making me smirk. “That’s for throwing your wedding ring away.”
In a swift move, I tore her underwear from her body and pulled my zipper down, burying my raging hard-on into her until I was balls-deep.
“Jesus, you’re dripping wet, Elena.” I hissed, pulling out of her a little, her wetness coating my cock completely. “How hard can I fuck this pussy?”
“As hard as you need.”
I pulled all the way out, jamming into her once, her moan trapped between her gritted teeth. “Like this?”
“Harder.”
I repeated. All the way out, then slamming into her until her thighs hit the marble. “Is this it, Wife?”
“Harder.” Her voice came out like a squeal.
My hand circled her body, my finger landing on her clit, relentlessly strumming to the rhythm of her moans.
“I’m gonna fuck the hurt out of you, Elena,” I growled, thrusting with all my power into her slick pussy. “Every damn day of my life, I’m fucking the hurt out of you until you come all over my cock and remember who you belong to.”
“Oh God, Giancarlo.” Her hand landed on the mirror, and I reveled in what I was seeing.
“Look at me through the mirror, Elena. Look at my face while I fuck you from behind.” She looked up, her lips red and bruised from being trapped between her lips, her cheeks flushed. “Look how beautiful and complete you look with my cock inside you, Fiore mio. Look at that.”
I fucked her hard, my cock straining not to come before she could. I pinched her clit harder, her moans turning inaudible while the only sound ringing in the air was my skin slapping against hers.
“Come for me, Elena. Come for me and moan your husband’s name.” I thrust harder, holding her clit between two fingers while my other hand held her hip in place.
“Giancarlo. Oh my God, Giancarlo.” Her pussy contracted, squeezing my dick so hard that I had trouble moving inside her. Jesus fuck, she was incredible. Elena came hard while I spilled myself deep inside her until the last fucking drop of cum left my cock.
“You are so mine, Elena, that if I die today, I promise to come back and haunt you with orgasms just like this one every damn night. There better not be any other man in your bed when I do.” Neither of us knew what fate would bring us today. The only certainty was my devotion for the woman on the other end of my dick.
“There will never be anyone else, Giancarlo. I promise.”
