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My breath hitches as he pulls back before slamming into me. I guess he didn’t know everything about me. My eyes shut as he rocks into me again. It’s probably too late to tell him that this is my first time. That I was a virgin mere moments ago. Biting my lip, I pray this is almost over.

Alessandro murmurs something in Italian and I gasp as he reaches between us, rubbing my clit in circles that have me moaning. While I was a virgin, I knew how to get off. And it was just like this.

“That’s right,Dolcezza. Come for me.”

His words send me over, and I cry out as I come. It’s different from when I come on my own, but not terrible. His thrusts become frantic until he stills. My cheeks flame. Oh my god. Did he just…but he’s not wearing a condom! The wetness that leaks out when he pulls out confirms that he indeed came inside of me.

“I’m not on the pill,” I blurt.

“I know,” he answers, as he stands, tucking his cock in his pants.

For some reason, I feel…used.

Closing my legs, I sit, hating that I feel our combined juices leaking out of me.

“Is there a shower in the bathroom?”

“We’ve already delayed takeoff so we could consummate our marriage.” He gestures to my bag. “Change and take your seat so we can leave.”

“You mean they know what we were doing in here?”

He laughs, low and deep. “If they didn’t know before, they knew after you cried out as you came.”

My eyes water. “I hate you.”

“Now, now. It’s not nice to lie to your husband.”

“You never answered my question. Why did you stop my wedding? And why did you marry me?”

“As I said before, it doesn’t matter. Besides, once your father and former fiancé learn that we consummated our marriage within an hour of marrying, it won’t matter why I did what I did.”

I feel faint. “You wouldn’t tell them!”

“Wouldn’t I? Now, get dressed.”

With that, he leaves, closing the door behind him. I fall back on the bed, my eyes watering.

How could I be so stupid?

There’s a part of me that wants to follow him and give him a piece of my mind, but I don’t. I still don’t know how tofeelabout him. I can admit that I’m attracted to him and clearly the sex was… mostly good, but there’s something deep inside that warns me that he’s dangerous. That I’ll get hurt if I let my guard down, even though he claims I can trust him.

So, I stand, reaching for the clothes I picked out before and go to the bathroom. Spotting a washcloth, I exhale. At least I can wipe myself down before I change. It’ll be the first step in forgetting this ever happened.

Because it’snevergoing to happen again!

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Alessandro

Fuck.

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Isabetta

Alessandro ignores me for the rest of the trip, which is fine. Well, mostly. Okay. It’s not fine at all. Is this how it’s going to be between us for the rest of our lives? Wait. What am I even thinking? There’s no way I’m going to stay married to him. No. Giosuè or my father will find a way to get me and fix this.

But do I want them to? That’s the real question. Going home means I’ll be stuck with Giosuè. If he won’t have me, then I’ll have to go back to my father’s house. Neither option is desirable, if I’m being honest. Both men will make me pay for what happened at the wedding, even though it’s not my fault.

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