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I’d wanted her to feel the same pain that I had felt. My tongue slipped between her folds, tasting her, fucking her. With each thrust of my tongue into her wet cunt, Sienna’s hips rolled forward, meeting me. I glanced up, watching the quick rise and fall of her chest, her breasts still covered in a black bra I so badly wanted to rip off. But not yet. Her eyes were closed, the look of fear replaced with one of pleasure.
Just before she was about to shatter, I pulled back. Sienna cried out, reaching for me, trying to drag me closer so she could finish. I caught her hands, holding her wrists with one of my own.
“Dante, please.” She gasped as my grip tightened. “Please just let me cum.”
“You wanted to feel my pain,” I taunted. “This doesn’t even come close to what I feel.”
Before she could reply, I flipped her onto her stomach. The air rushed from her lungs, stifling the scream as my hand came down on her perfect ass. I watched as the skin-tinged red before slapping her again. Sienna’s back arched in pain, but I heard the slight moan slip from her lips. The bitch was enjoying this.
“You think this pain feels good?” I growled, my fingers slipping along her folds, pinching her clit. Her hips jerked up.
“Dante, please,” she begged. “I just want you to come back.” There was a hint of a sob in her words. It irked me more than it should.
Fingers snagged her hair once again, jerking her head back. Tears slipped down her cheeks at the pain, her face flushed. Those tears were my undoing.
It was as if I’d been electrocuted, the shock of how I was treating her hitting me full force. I let go, stumbling back before I hit the wall. Sienna bolted upright, eyes wide as she watched me slide to the floor, but I couldn’t look at her. Before, the rough sex was a power move but nothing more. But now? This was something entirely different.
“Dante?” I could hear her moving from the bed, her footsteps padding across the carpet. Soft hands gripped my wrists, forcing me to look at her.
Slowly, as if she might scare me away, Sienna straddled me. Gripping the base of my cock, she lowered herself onto the thick shaft, her eyes never leaving mine. I hissed as the tip penetrated her cunt, slipping deeper inside her.
“There are healthier ways to get it out,” she whispered. “Let me show you.” I looked away. “Please.”
She sank down until my cock was as deep as it could go, filling her up so completely. I groaned, my head tipping back against the wall.
“Please.” Slowly, she lifted herself until the tip was barely inside her before sinking down again. The heat between her thighs washed over me, calming the monster inside.
Gripping her hips, I allowed her to slowly ride me. Electric currents raced up my cock each time she slid along the shaft. Leaning forward, her tits pressed against my chest, arms wrapping around my neck. Every inch of her was touching me, sliding against me. I nipped at her neck, my hands gripping her hips as I guided her along the hard length. But she was holding back. I could feel it.
Slipping down lower, I dug my heels into the floor. Sienna gasped as I thrust upwards, my hips bucking against her ass. She jerked upright, tits bouncing as I pounded into her from below, hitting that sweet spot. I didn’t want to go slow and soft. I needed to feel her nails scratching along my back, her teeth nipping at my shoulder. Gripping her hair, I forced her head back, locking her into place as I picked up speed. The muscles along my abdomen flexing with each movement. She gripped my shoulders for dear life as I fucked her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked. “You wanted me to fuck you like this?”
Her lips parted as I watched her eyes start to roll back. Still, I kept going. I wanted to watch her shatter in my hands, to break before I put her back together just to do it all over again. She tried to shove back when it became too much for her, but I held her still.
“Take this cock, baby. Take it,” I growled, thrusting harder. Her body trembled, a soft scream breaking past her lips. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.”
Fuck, she felt too good. And seeing her like this, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her breasts bouncing from each pounding, made me want to shoot my load deep inside her and never stop. Fucking her felt like Heaven, like Hell, like a thousand places all at once that both hurt and soothed the pain.
“Come for me.” My grip on her hair tightened. “Come on this cock like the bitch you are.”
Those words pushed her over the edge and sent her tumbling towards her climax. Sienna cried out, my name on her perfect lips. Even with her body shaking beneath my touch, I didn’t stop. I continued to fuck her until my heart raced alongside hers. Until we were both sweating and couldn’t breathe. And still, I didn’t stop.
Pushing her onto her knees, I pulled her ass back before sinking into her again. I groaned, closing my eyes just to feel the hot slickness of her cunt surrounding me. Sienna’s body went limp, her head turned to the side, mouth opened as she gasped for air. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, impaling her with my cock again and again.
I let the monster take over again, slapping her ass as I took her from behind. And, when that didn’t satisfy it, I gripped her wrists with one hand, holding her down as I speared into her. The pain and torture from the last few days spilled out, taking over so completely. All I could think about was her hot cunt and the way her body lay still beneath me. Sweat dripped from my chest onto her back, reminding me of the blood spilled across the cement.
Sienna had gone quiet, her breaths coming in short bursts with each thrust. The pleasure had turned to pain, etched into the soft lines of her face. The sight of it tipped me over the edge. I thrust into her once more, holding myself as my balls tightened to release everything I had. When the last drop had finally emptied into her, I collapsed beside Sienna, breathing hard.
Sienna watched me through her lashes, unable to move. Her dark hair curled around her beautiful face. My thumb lazily traced her red lips, skimming the soft skin of her cheek. She didn’t flinch at my touch.
“You’re far too good to be married to someone like me,” I whispered. “But I’m too selfish to let you go just for the sake of saving you.”
Slowly, tentatively, she kissed my fingers. “I don’t need to be saved, Dante. I just need to be loved.”
“And if I can’t do that?” I asked. My heart skipped as I waited for her soft reply.
“Then I’ll still be here. Waiting.”
