Page 41 of Soldier of Death


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She nods.

“I can make things nice for you.” I can feel it already. The gloating I can do, telling Giovanni Fiori and Romeo Abate that Elena chooses me. She fucks me. She’ll give me an heir to my family.

“What do you want to know?”

Her lack of affect is a problem, though, because I need her to truly want to stay with me. My victory will be all the sweeter when she’s mine instead of theirs by her choice. My work is cut out for me.

“Why won’t you eat?”

Her eyes widen. “I’m not hungry.”

“Do you think wasting away will lead me to set you free?”

She shakes her head.

“Then eat. You won’t leave this table until you do.”

“I… ah…” She looks at the food like it’s her enemy.

“Eat!”

She sucks in a breath and picks up her fork. She takes her time, fully chewing and swallowing before taking another bite. She barely eats a quarter of what’s on her plate when she puts her fork down.

She looks at me, discomfort in her expression. “I’m finished. May I be excused?”

Matteo, one of my servers, enters to clear our plates. “Coffee, sir?”

“No. Thank you.”

“Dessert?”

I look at Elena. “Would you like something sweet,cara mia?”

“No, thank you.”

“We’re done, Matteo.”

“Yes, sir.”

When he leaves, I rise from my chair and hold out my hand to Elena. “I’d like dessert.”

Her expression is confused, and I find it charming that she doesn’t realize the innuendo. I have much to teach her.

When she stands, I pin her to the table. “I’m going to eat your pussy for dessert. You’re going to like it.”

I pull the skirt of her dress up her soft legs and tug off her panties. I maneuver her onto the table.

“Does that excite you?” I ask her. I run my finger through her pussy lips, finding the answer to my question. She’s already wet. I’m salivating to taste her. I sink down to my knees and open her legs. Running my tongue through her pussy, her taste is sweet with a hint of the exotic. She’s delicious. I lick and suck, listening to her noises. She mewls and moans. Gasps and cries out. I have no doubt that she doesn’t like me, and yet like this, she’s completely open, giving over her body and her pleasure to me. I’m used to control. To taking it. But I don’t remember anyone ever completely surrendering it to me like this.

Her hips rock and her body arches. Her essence coats my tongue as she comes in my mouth.

“Mmm,” I murmur against her sweet pussy. I rise, undoing my pants. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

She nods up at me, looking sated as she catches her breath. “I like the other better.”

I arch a brow. “What other?”

“When you use… you know…” Her hand gestures to my dick that I’ve just released from the confines of my clothes.

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