I gasped when his fingers sank into my waist, and he pinned me down on the bed, settling his massive weight over my much smaller frame.
Fear flickered through my mind, even as a rush of slick arousal soaked my panties. He’d conditioned me to respond to his aggression with lust, and my body helplessly surrendered to his harsh treatment.
“You belong to me, Sofia,” he growled, his black eyes glinting with the same feral light I’d glimpsed when he’d torn Pedro off my body. He’d been terrifying to behold on that night, my personal dark god transformed into a vengeful demon.
Now, the beast was hungry to stake his claim, to erase the taint of Ronaldo’s violation. Even though this wild, brutal side of the man I loved caused my belly to quiver with fear, I recognized that he needed to symbolically declare his ownership of my body.
Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d been having nightmares about Pedro’s hands on me.
Mateo pinched my nipples, commanding my full attention. The flimsy lace barrier of my bra abraded my tender buds. “No one else touches you,” he snarled. “Only me.”
He pinched my clit hard, sending a shockwave of pleasure and pain through my body. I shrieked out his name, bucking beneath him. More of his weight fell on me, trapping me for his branding touch.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Mateo,” I swore on a harsh cry. “I’m yours.”
He lowered his mouth to my bra, catching the lacy material in his teeth. He ripped at the delicate fabric like a wild, ravenous animal, tearing the flimsy barrier that separated his hands from my most vulnerable flesh.
He kissed and nipped his way down my belly, destroying my panties with the same savagery. As he ripped away the lingerie, I felt the oppressive, lingering horror from the night of my abduction being torn from my psyche. My vicious, possessive protector would never allow anyone to take me from him. He would never allow anyone to hurt me.
His hot tongue lapped at my arousal-soaked folds, his rumble of approval vibrating against my swollen pussy lips.
I cried out at the shock of pleasure, and my fingers tangled in his hair to draw him closer to my aching core.
He grabbed my wrists, settling his body atop mine and pinning my arms above my head with one of his massive hands.
“Mine!” he ground out, driving his huge cock into my tight channel in one swift, brutal thrust.
I choked on a sob at the sudden, shocking claim. My inner muscles clenched around him, rippling with little twinges of pain at the rough penetration.
He played with my nipples, mercilessly pinching and tugging, tormenting me in the way I liked best. A fresh wash of arousal eased his jarring thrusts, and my sex relaxed to accommodate his demanding rhythm.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice gravelly with dark pleasure. “Take all of me. Take everything I give you.”
I whimpered, writhing beneath him. The burning discomfort in my pussy morphed into white-hot pleasure as his cockhead dragged against my g-spot over and over again, driving me toward bliss with ruthless intent.
I could feel him inside me, skin-to-skin. He’d never taken me without a condom before, but I’d recently gotten the birth control shot. It seemed he didn’t want to wait another day to lay claim to me fully.
“I’m going to mark you deep inside.” His words were rough, his black eyes sparkling with maddened desire. “And you’re going to come when I do.”
“Yes,” I gasped, rocking my hips to meet his punishing thrusts. I craved everything he offered: the pleasure, the possession. “Please…”
His fingers tightened around my wrists, and he tormented my nipples as he slammed into me with enough force to rock my entire body.
Pleasure gathered at my core, all my muscles drawing tight in anticipation of ecstatic release. My inner walls squeezed his rock-hard shaft, drawing out his orgasm.
He threw his head back on a roar, his teeth flashing like a triumphant predator. His hot seed lashed inside me, filling me up and branding me as his.
His release triggered my own, and stars burst across my vision as I screamed out his name. His cruel lips crashed down on mine, tasting my absolute surrender. He rode me through my orgasm, both of us greedy to prolong our mutual pleasure.
When he’d released every last drop of his cum inside me, he kept his cock buried deep. He shuddered as the aftershocks of my orgasm caused my inner walls to dance around his shaft, but he didn’t withdraw from me.