"Do you want to come from having my mouth on your pretty cunt, Marzia?" I mutter between her legs.
"Y-yes." She swallows, running her hands through her hair and covering her face. "Oh fuck, yes I do, please, please."
I could mock her for giving in so easily, begging so freely, but I force myself to swallow down the need to degrade her. All in due time..."Then fucking come at the end of my countdown. Twenty..."
"N-No!" She grips my hair, desperately trying not to come. "Count faster, start lower, please..."
"No. Nineteen."
She screams in agony and I keep edging her, prolonging the moment she finally gets to release her orgasm and holding her pussy captive just like I am everything else.
"Five."
"Please, Adrian!"
"Four. Three."
"Now swear," I demand before sinking back between her legs. "Fucking swear you won't run from me, Marzia."
"W-What?" She whispers. "How did you... oh no... fuck! I swear! I won't run again, I fucking swear." She twists beneath me, desperate moans escaping her lips.
I can fucking feel her clit twitching as I lick her. "Two. One…. come."
She lets go then, her fingers curling in the sheets and her legs spasming as an orgasm takes over her frail body. She shakes and trembles as I have my fill of her.
My grin is wide as fuck as I pull myself up, my tongue replaced by my fingers massaging her sweet center while she cries my name. My mouth finds hers, and I don't care that I just ate her pussy, and she doesn't either. I kiss her like she's mine and like no force in the world can separate us. I kiss her like the future doesn't exist.
"Mine," I repeat as I claim her mouth. "Mine. Mine. Mine."
I realize then I'm a second away from the point of no return. If I don't stop now, nothing will stand in my way to claim her once and for all. But I can't fuck her now. Not when she's shaking from an orgasm, gasping for breath and doing her best not to break down. I'm going to ruin everything if I move too fucking fast.
Looking down at her pretty face, I gently pull her hair from her forehead. I want to hold her, tell her I'm sorry, and make sure she's okay. But I can't stay here, not for another second. My cock has a mind of its own when I'm around Marzia Da Costa. "I have to go." I stand from the bed, smoothing down my shirt. "Try to paint yourself next. I'll come see it when I can."
"W-what?" She stares at me in disbelief. "You can't leave now."
"I have to." I hope she understands. I take one long moment to search her eyes for a clue of something I don't find. "I'll see you, Marzia. Thank you for that. For giving it to me."
I walk out of the room and carefully lock her in. She may have sworn not to run, but I don't believe her just yet.
"Had some fun with the Da Costa girl?" I look up to find my brother Julian leaning against the wall, smirking at me. "You know father wants her dead, don't you?"
"She's not going to fucking die," I hiss. "I'm not letting that happen."
"But even so," Julian goes on resolutely. "He won't let you have her. She's the enemy. You have to marry Nicoletta Carlucci."
"I know," I mutter, wishing he'd shut up for once and just go fuck one of the women that fawn over him. "You don't need to remind me."
"I'm just saying." Julian shrugs, pulling away from the wall. "Maybe it's time you spent a little time away from the Estate. Figure out what to do, or how to get over the girl. You'll have to do one or the other eventually."
"Fine," I hiss. "Just stop fucking lecturing me, would you?"
"I'm just being a good brother." He approaches me.
We stare at each other warily. I don't really trust Julian as much as I do my other brothers, but he's got a fucking point. Being so close to Marzia is scrambling my fucking brain. Even now, I almost allowed myself to give into temptation and fuck her. "I know," I manage. "Thanks, Julian. I'll spend some time away."
"Good." He claps me on the back. "I can keep an eye on her while you're away."
"Thank you." I manage a grumpy yet grateful smile. "I needed to hear that."
He walks away, leaving me with the knowledge that I'll have to walk away from Marzia, if only for a few days. I need to figure out a way to save her life and not marry Nicoletta, the girl she still knows nothing about. Now I just have to make fucking sure no one gives her the news. The last thing I need is Marzia pissed at me.
Because now that I've had her once, I've quickly realized I won't last long without a dose of my favorite enemy. The memory of her legs spread wide haunts me as I walk away, hoping she'll miss me while I'm gone.