“I’m not afraid of him!”

“Relax, Sunshine,” I say, tapping her cheek lightly. “Take it easy.”

“I’m not—”

“Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck you.”

I press my mouth to hers and pull her hair out of that stupid bun because I need something to hold on to. A hundred pins drop to the floor, clinking delicately against the marble. I grip a handful of that lush mane and tilt her head back as I devour her mouth. Her hands are on my shoulders, and when I push her dress up to her waist and shove the crotch of her panties aside to finger her pussy, test how ready she is, she moans into my mouth.

I undo my belt, my jeans, and shove them down. I need to be inside her.

“I’m clean.” I don’t want to use a condom. I want to feel her. I need to. “You?”

She moans, nods her head, greedily reaches for my mouth. Holding her panties aside, I drive into her, making her gasp as her nails dig into my shoulders.

She’s tight. Like really tight. And I’m watching her face, and I know I’m hurting her.

Her eyes come back into focus, and she squeezes her muscles around me. I pull out and thrust again. She makes a sound, a whimper, and my cock is harder for it, harder for that sound, her pain.

Pleasure and pain. She’s confusing them. I see it in her eyes. I see it in the way she’s biting her lip, drawing blood. I wonder if she’s even aware of it, but I don’t care.

I kiss her again, tasting that blood, fucking her harder. I feel her come, I hear that sound she made last night, and I impale her on my dick. The walls of her pussy are throbbing, and she’s slick and hot as she comes on my dick, and fuck, I explode inside her, my mouth on hers, her clinging to me, fingernails digging into my neck, her cunt fucking milking me dry and still, I can’t get enough.5EmiliaMy knees buckle when he sets me down. He catches me, but I shove his hands off. Force myself to stand on my own. One of my shoes has slipped off my foot. It’s behind him. I balance on the other foot because he’s already so freaking tall and big and I hate having to look up at him.

He only looks away for a moment to tuck his dick into his pants. I notice the little bit of pink on it. The smear of blood mixed with cum. He does too. I’m not a virgin, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, and he wasn’t gentle. Even if he had been, though, he’s big, and I’d probably bleed regardless. But I want it like this, anyway. I need him to hurt me, so I can come. It’s sick, but I’ve always been like this. I’m sure some psychoanalyst would have a field day with it, but fuck that.

I adjust my panties and dress, but not before feeling his cum slide down my thighs. I press my legs together. I’d be mortified if he saw it, although he knows it’s happening.

“Are you done? Can I go?” I don’t even know why I ask. He won’t let me go. I know that.

He cocks his head to the side. There is nothing casual in the way he looks at me. It’s like he’s studying me, constantly. Like he is really seeing me. Seeing inside of me. I just have to remember we’re enemies. And I can’t bury my head in the sand and hope he goes away. I know that’s not how this is going to go. I can’t roll over, give him what he wants. Because fucking me, it’s just a bonus for him. He wants Alessandro, and I can’t be there when he finds him. Which is a problem, because I’m the link. I’m the only one who can make him come out of whatever hole he’s hiding in. But there will be a price. One I can’t pay. I’m not ready for that.

He touches his thumb to my face. To the corner of my eye. He smears it across my cheek, and I realize it’s a tear.

“What are you thinking?”

“That I don’t like your cum sliding down my thighs.”

He chuckles at that. “Bathroom’s in there,” he says, pointing down the hall. “Make it quick. I’ll wash you properly later.”

“I’d rather just go home and have a shower.”

He steps back, snorts as he turns away, and walks into the living room. I watch him. He goes directly to the bar, and I know I’m not leaving, not just yet. I slide my foot into my sandal, and my heels click across the marble floor as I walk by the ornate staircase to the door beneath it.


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