I reach for him, but he pushes my hands back. He guides me up the bed and climbs over me. Securing both my hands in his, he pushes them up over my head. One of his hands wraps around my wrist and the cast, holding them tight to the bed.
“Open your legs,” he orders in a growly voice that causes more dampness between my legs. His aggression turns me on. Was I like this before too?
I spread my legs open as wide as I can, and he curls his big body over me, pushing his cock to my entrance. I look up at him in panic for a moment.
“Dante, I don’t know if I’ve ever done this before,” I say in fear, and he slams into me. I scream and his hand comes to my throat, cutting off the sound. I wrap my legs around his hips as he starts moving in me. I wasn’t a virgin, but he’s so big that it almost feels like too much. I’m stuffed full of him. His body cages me to the bed, overwhelming me. His chest pressing into mine. His cock dominating me. And his legs holding mine open. I can smell his musky all-male cologne.
I can’t touch him, but he’s got complete control over me.
Including my breathing.
“I’m never letting you go now,amore. You are mine forever. This little cunt was meant to be mine.” He waits and watches my face.
I can’t speak, so I slowly close my eyes and open them again. I open the parts of me I always keep closed. I don’t know how I know, but I know I never let anyone see this part of me.
My lungs are starting to burn, and he releases my neck as he starts moving inside of me, over and over again. A slow drag out and an even slower push back in. My body tries to rebel, not letting him in. But he pushes through, not caring. This is all Dante. He pushes his way into my heart as he pushes his way into my body. He’s pushed his way into every part of me now. He’s destroyed me and is putting me back together whole.
My heart is full of him.
“Dante, I don’t ever want to leave you,” I confess, my throat scratchy from him holding my air for so long.
His eyes flare and his body starts moving faster. Slamming into me now. No slow gentleness but faster, harder, taking me higher and higher. That knot in my stomach is building. It’s consuming all of me.
I arch my neck and upper body, brushing my nipples against his chiseled chest. He drops down on his elbows, letting my hands go. I immediately wrap my casted arm around him. My other hand digs into his hair, and I pull, giving him the bite of pain he gives me. He growls and slams harder into me. I cry out as the knot bursts like a dam. Everything in me turns to liquid.
Dante pulls back and lifts my legs over his arms and moves even faster. I’m completely open to him. I watch him above me. His hair falling on his forehead. His muscles straining. His jaw locked. He looks down just before he stills, and I feel him coming inside me. It sets me off again, and as he groans out my name, I cry out his. My nails dig into his shoulder blade. He leans forward, letting my legs slide down, until he’s at my neck, where he bites me. The bite of pain causes my orgasm to erupt again. My body floating away from me. My soul attaching to his.
“I love you,” I say as my lids fall closed.
* * *
Dante
I can’t believeit was better than I thought it could ever be. McKenna likes to take pain as well as give it. But what’s even better is she gave me all of herself. When she confessed she wasn’t sure if she’d ever done this, I knew she was being honest. I wanted her to be a virgin, but she wasn’t. That won’t stop me from keeping her though. I might have to find the man who took her virginity and kill him for sampling what is mine. For taking what was always meant to be mine.
Her words as she passed out cause my heart to thump harder. I want to tell her those words too, but she’s still out.
I slowly pull out of her body, feeling how tight she really is. Moving to the bathroom, I grab a washcloth and return to her. She’s still out cold and lying there. I want to take her again. I message the butler to let him know we won’t be coming down for dinner. As I clean her up, I remember the scars from what had to have been a whip across her low back and thighs. If she had her memory, she’d tell me what happened to her. And I’d make it all better by killing those that marked her skin. Only I can mark her.
I wrap myself around her and hold her until she starts to stir. I feel her soft lips against my pectoral muscles and I’m instantly hard.
“Bambola,let’s go shower.” My voice has a growl to it, but I can’t stop it because all I want is to bury myself in her again. She needs time to get used to my size. I pull away from her and look down at her body. I want to thump my chest when I see my teeth marks on the delicate skin at her neck. She’s the perfect match for me. We both need the pain.
I reach down and lift her into my arms. In the bathroom, I stop and sit her on the counter, where I help her get on the plastic sleeve to protect her cast in the shower. Then, I set the water to the perfect temperature. When I turn around, I find her standing, waiting for me.
“Did I tell you to move?” I grip her hips and flip her around to face the mirror. “Hands on the sink,bambola. You’re going to learn that not only will I dictate your orgasms, but you will do as I say. You haven’t told me yet, but I can tell from your past and I gathered from what you did tell me before that you were punished. I don’t expect you to always listen to me, except in the bedroom. But right now, you need me to take care of you and I will. I didn’t tell you to move. For that, you will get five smacks. Do you understand?”
“But, Dante, you didn’t tell me to stay either.” She turns her head to look at me and tries to argue, but she’s going to learn that I’m here at her beck and call.
“Take your punishment. Show me that sexy little ass.”
I watch as she turns back to the mirror and nods. Her eyes take me in as she slowly presses out her round ass. I break our staring contest and focus on her scars. I grit my teeth so I don’t demand to know what she can’t tell me. I pull my hand back and smack her cheek hard. It jiggles slightly, and I see the red mark forming from my hand. I do it again on her other cheek. When I look up, she has tears in her eyes. I pull her back into me after I get to the fifth one.
“Bambola,I don’t ever want to do that again unless you deserve it. No more not listening to me. Sometimes I’m going to tell you things or place you somewhere, and you just need to stay there and not move unless I tell you. It’s for your safety. Understand?”
“Okay.” She sniffles. I’m not into giving her that kind of pain. I press my hand into the back of her head, and I feel her tears against my chest. “I’ll do as you say, but I also want to be my own person. I don’t remember who I was before, but I do know I wanted my freedoms and independence. I crave it.”
“McKenna, I don’t want to suppress any part of you, but I need to keep you safe. I put you up there so you wouldn’t get hurt. You are so bruised already. The pain I give you is for your pleasure, not mine. But that was punishment.”