by Piper Stone
He took my hands into his, fingering my ring for several seconds. When he shifted onto the edge of his seat, I quivered even more than before. Every action he made deliberate, he kissed each one of my knuckles on both hands before sliding his fingers around my hip and cupping my bottom. When he dragged me forward, forcing me to arch my back, I pressed my hands on his shoulders.
I remained so stiff, butterflies swarming in my stomach. My breathing remained shallow but as he pressed his face against my stomach, I was taken aback. The move was unexpected, even sad. He was breathing much heavier than normal, his grip firm.
As if he was afraid of losing me.
What had he lost in his past? Or maybe the more appropriate question was who had he lost that had been special to him? I hesitated, lifting my hand and holding it in the air for several seconds. When I brought it down on top of his head, he sighed audibly. I found myself easily able to run my fingers through his hair, smiling because it was thick and soft. The moment was odd but enjoyable.
Maybe he was trying to show me another side of him and that he wasn’t always a monster. No. I couldn’t allow these kinds of thoughts to enter my mind. He was a horrible person, a killer and nothing more. It didn’t matter what he’d been through in his life. I wasn’t his salvation and I’d never care about him. I would simply perform like an actress.
Matteo kept his hold for another minute before releasing me, once again leaning against the back of the chair. When he pointed to the floor, I clenched my jaw.
“You’re going to suck me before I fuck you.”
The words were frank and blatant, said without any emotion. The blip of time where I thought he might have a heart faded far away. He was such a freaking bastard. I lowered to my knees, trying to keep my face expressionless. The thought of having his cock in my mouth was… Jesus. I was excited and aroused, my entire body already exploding in a low-level kind of fire. I’d sunk to a new low.
I rubbed my hands on the insides of his legs, trying to keep from reaching his groin. When he started tapping a single foot, I could tell he was running out of patience. Damn him. I continued caressing for a few seconds then rose all the way onto my knees, reaching for his belt buckle.
A smirk remained on his face as he watched me, his eyes twinkling. When I fumbled with the buckle, my fingers shaking, he exhaled.
“Don’t tease me, sweet princess. I’m far too hungry and I’ve waited to take you for a long time.”
“Why, yes, sir.”
He seemed pleased with my response, chuckling under his breath. I yanked at his belt, finally able to free the buckle. As I unfastened and unzipped, I tried to push my mind away, but it was no use. He’d awakened some crazy darkness inside of me on that ugly day in my apartment. There was no shoving the desire back into Pandora’s Box. I pulled the sides of his trousers away, huffing when he lifted his hips so I could drag the material further down.
When I freed his cock, there was no denying my mouth watered. His shaft was longer and thicker than I remembered, the tip already glistening from a few drops of pre-cum. Still trembling, I rolled my finger across his sensitive slit, my reward a slight guttural moan escaping his mouth.
I lowered my head, blowing across the tip as I brushed my finger down the underside of his cock. His balls were already full, enough so when I wrapped my hand around them and squeezed, his moans became louder.
“I can’t wait to be inside of your sweet pussy. I am going to fuck you for hours.”
After glancing into his eyes, I lowered my head, dragging the tip of my tongue around his cockhead, gathering the few beads. The taste of him was delicious, sweet yet salty at the same time. As I rolled his testicles in my fingers, I took his cockhead into my mouth, using my strong jaw muscles to suck.
“That’s it. Yes. Your mouth is just as hot as the rest of you.” His accent seemed heavier, the husky tone sending several jolts of electricity all through my system. He ran his fingers in my hair, his chest heaving as I took his shaft down another inch.
I swirled my tongue back and forth, enjoying the moment more than I thought I would. When I rolled the tip around my lips, he issued a slight roar, tossing his head back and forth. The feel of his hands on my head seemed even more possessive, but I dared not try to pull it away. I slid my tongue down the underside of his cock, trailing my fingers behind. When I reached his balls, I darted my tongue back and forth before taking one into my mouth and sucking.
He jutted his hips off the chair, his breathing becoming more labored. As he whispered words in Italian, he fisted my hair at the scalp.
A few seconds later, I moved to his other testicle, taking my time to suck while swirling my tongue in circular motions. As I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, pumping up and down lightly, his legs began to shake. He continued to be a man possessed, his hunger and need growing exponentially. I knew it was only a matter of time before he would toss me onto the bed, driving his cock deep inside just as he’d promised.
“No more teasing,” he growled. “Wrap that hot mouth of yours around my shaft.”
I blew across his balls before dragging the tip of my tongue to his cockhead. When I took the tip into my mouth, he refused to wait any longer, plunging my head almost all the way down. My throat tightened, my breathing shallow as my eyes watered. I did everything I could to relax my muscles, my jaws aching from his wide girth. I couldn’t imagine his huge cock fitting into my tight pussy. It had been so long since I’d been with a man.
Still tingling all over, I kept my mouth in a perfect circle while he pushed and pulled my head. I pressed my hands against his thighs, clinging to him as he fucked my face. I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the moment. He was so rough, forceful in an unforgiving way. There was nothing I could do to control the moment. As he continued pumping into my mouth, I realized I was growing even more excited; however, my mind was unable to process why. I shouldn’t want this. I couldn’t enjoy being taken like an animal.
But I was.
He was ruthless in everything he went after, ensuring he was the dominating factor. This moment was no different. I was nothing more than his plaything. I had no understanding of time, my eyes unable to focus as flashes of bright color swirled around my periphery of vision. When his breathing became more ragged, I clamped my mouth around his shaft, preparing for him to spew down my throat.
But the man I now called my husband had something else in mind.
After pushing me by the shoulders, breaking our connection, he wiped his mouth then inched to the edge of his seat. His eyes were dilated as I’d suspected, the expression on his face an indication of his primal needs.
“On your feet,” he commanded, his single growl huskier than all the ones before.
I did as I was told, fighting the apprehension still sweeping through me. He touched the lace of my panties with a single finger then grabbed his glass of champagne, taking a gulp. He slipped that single finger under the thin elastic of my thong, snapping his wrist.
“Oh!” I was jerked forward from the force, watching as my panties were tossed away as if they meant nothing. Then he took another sip of champagne, holding it in his mouth as he struggled to place the crystal stem on the table.
Using both hands, he dragged me forward by my hips, pushing my legs apart then rolling me onto my toes. When he pressed his mouth on my pussy, I moaned and threw back my head. The second he darted his tongue across my clit, several beads of the cold beverage trickled down the length of my pussy. The feel of the bubbles was incredible, giving me an entirely different kind of shivers.
“Yes… My…” I could no longer speak or think clearly and bit my lip to keep from crying out. The sensations were dazzling. He repeated the move, shifting his head back and forth as he licked me, strings of champagne sliding down the insides of my thighs. I couldn’t believe how invigorating the experience was. I was tossed into a blissful stage, gripping his shoulders and leaning closer in.
He chuckled as he eased back, slowly
lifting his head in order to look me in the eyes. “You are awakening, my bride. I will do filthy and erotic things to you over the course of our years together. You will learn about the art of passion, the stimulation and ecstasy something you will begin to crave every day until you become insatiable.” With that, he slowly rose to his feet, towering over me and pulling his trousers into place.
When he picked me up in his arms, cradling me against his heated body, the excitement became explosive. While a portion of me still longed to fight him, the yearning he continued to mention was already growing. His musky scent already covered every inch of my skin, staining it permanently. I felt so small, more vulnerable than I had in my life. I was truly at his mercy, a prisoner with no recourse.
“You are my special princess, a woman to be cherished, pampered for being such a good little girl.”
The yin and yang of his personality and what he thought about me remained troublesome. The darkness inside of him could surface at any time, stealing any enjoyment from the moment.
“You will obey me, won’t you?”
Even his question was rhetorical. What was I supposed to say? I knew better than to try to fight him, tonight of all nights. I would remain compliant, pretending that I enjoyed everything he did to me.
“Yes, sir.”
He lowered his head, kissing my forehead. “That’s my good girl.”
His eyes burned into my mine as he took slow strides toward the bed. The red and white rose petals caught my attention, a remembrance that this night wasn’t about romance. While I was in some kind of sick awe of him, I would never be able to get over the feeling of being so helpless.
Or that he was a ticking timebomb. At some point he would lose it. What would happen when he did?
His actions turned even more possessive and as he eased me onto the bed, he took his time positioning my hair across the pillows. My breathing was shallow, and I tried not to move as he gathered a handful of rose petals, trickling them across my body.
“Finche morte non ci separi.”
I understood his whispered words because he’d spoken them during the ceremony.
Until death do us part.
Chapter 8
Catherine
My entire world had been taken away, replaced with something out of a fairytale, at least for most women. To me, the situation remained a nightmare yet one I knew I’d never awaken from.
He slid the tip of his index finger around my lips before backing away. Every move he made was with purpose, his nostrils flaring as he took his time unbuttoning his shirt. When he peeled the material over his shoulders, exposing his chiseled chest and six-pack abdomen, the single act was enough to steal the majority of my breath.
His muscles weren’t carved from spending days at a gym or some other regime of exercise. They were from spending years perfecting his mercenary skills, protecting his family while handling whatever brutal aspects of business had become necessary. Even in the fabulous glow of the candles, I was able to see several scars I hadn’t noticed before.
I remained where I was as he removed the remainder of his clothes, carefully folding them as I’d done before. When he finally approached the bed, sitting on the edge, I was forced to try to keep tears from exposing my trepidation.
Leaning over, he placed my arms over my head, saying nothing as he released them, but I knew to keep them where they were. As he trailed a finger down my arm to the side of my face, his eyes followed although they were only half open. He continued his exploration, brushing the same finger between my breasts, cocking his head as he swirled the tip around first one nipple then the other.
Maybe I should be surprised by his level of tenderness, but it was as if the man was memorizing every inch of my body. His chest continued to rise and fall, his mouth pursed and his hot breath slipping past his lips.
Shuddering, there wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t erupting from the fire ripping through me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he shifted his attention to my belly button, swirling his finger in circle after circle. Only when I moved my legs closer together did he give me a stern look. I forced myself to relax, my heart hammering against my chest as he opened my legs by several inches.
“A woman as beautiful as you should be on display for the world to see,” he muttered as he leaned over, pressing kisses between my breasts then dragging his tongue down to my stomach. “Perhaps I will need to make that happen.”
Was he really planning on humiliating me even more than he’d already done? I closed my eyes, my body tensing, but when he rubbed my clit between two fingers, all I could do was moan. He knew exactly how to excite every part of me, pushing me to my outer limits of acceptance.
He pinched my tender tissue until I finally cried out, taking deep and uncontrolled breaths. While the pain was fleeting, I knew there was more to come. He wanted every cell and muscle in my body alive and waiting, prepared for his rougher touch when he fucked me like a savage.
Every sound he made guttural, he slowly slid his finger down the length of my pussy, toying with my swollen folds. I was wet and hot all over, my juice likely staining my inner thighs. The wafting scent of my desire was a clear telling of how much I wanted his sex.
Even though I hated the man.
As he chuckled darkly again, I clenched my fists, struggling to keep them in position. His touch was so light that as he rubbed swirls and circles over my thighs, I jumped involuntarily.
“Relax, my bride. Tonight is all about pleasure. However, I will eventually introduce you to glorious pain, the kind that will help you achieve true ecstasy.”
I could only imagine what he had in mind.
As he finished his exploration, moving from one leg to the other, I shifted my head to the side, finding it difficult to look him in the eye. I’d never been so open or exposed, doing nothing more than allowing a man to use me in any method he desired.
When I felt the weight on the bed change, I uttered several almost inaudible whimpers. What kind of sadistic things would he ultimately do to my body?
Matteo crawled all the way onto the bed, the weight of his massive body as he lay on top somehow comforting.
“Look at me, Catherine. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”
If he thought anything about this was romantic, he was out of his mind. I opened my eyes, blinking profusely as he wrapped first one of my legs around his hips then the other. He remained aloft, rubbing his hand along my knee then kissing my skin several times. I clenched my hands together, fighting the ugliness that attempted to bridge the surface. He was so overpowering, every gesture he made pronounced.
And his stare remained dark and ominous, a clear indication of the predator he was. As he wrapped his hand around his cock, my body reacted involuntarily, my back arching in an attempt to get closer to him.
“You are hungry, my bride. Soon you will have everything you desire.” He rolled the tip of his cock into my wetness, the smile crossing his face even more possessive. The brutal man was claiming his prize.
I held my breath as he slipped his cockhead past my swollen folds then planted his hands on either side of me. He lowered his head slowly until our lips were almost touching. His long hair skimmed my cheeks, igniting every nerve ending. As he slowly pushed a portion of his cock inside, I bucked against him.
The way he darted his tongue across the seam of my mouth only added fuel to the growing fire. He rubbed his lips back and forth several times before crushing his mouth over mine. My body betrayed me again, yielding to him, my tongue darting out involuntarily. The taste of him was even sweeter than before, my need only increasing.
As he dominated my tongue, his actions becoming more savage, he thrust his cock all the way inside. I screamed into the kiss, arching my back even more and pressing my knees against him. I was shocked how my muscles clamped around the thick invasion, pulling his shaft in even deeper. He was so huge that I ached immediately, yet the vibrations from electricity dancing through every cell and mu
scle pushed me into a state of utter bliss. When my pussy clenched and released several times, I could tell that I’d excited the beast dwelling in the depths of his being.
His actions became aggressive, the kiss more passionate than ever. I was thrown into a cataclysm of burning desire, the entire room spinning as he fucked me. There was no way I could obey him any longer. I had to touch him, to share in the moment. A part of me no longer existed, the explosive vibrations taking over all sense of rationality.
I wrapped one arm around his neck, entangling my fingers in his hair. As I pressed the other against his chest, digging my fingers into his skin, he broke the kiss.
“Such a bad girl.”
“Yes.” The touch of him seared the tips of my fingers, my pulse racing as a round of adrenaline kicked into my system. I was so alive, no longer the woman I’d once been. While I couldn’t understand why he excited every part of me, I no longer wanted to think about the ramifications of what was happening between us.
What he was doing to me.
“I will enjoy taming you, and eventually breaking you.” This time the words no longer sounded like a threat but a promise of the kind of vile things he’d ultimately do. He kissed me again, sweeping his tongue to the back of my throat, drinking all that he could in order to quench his thirst.
We rocked together, completely in sync, our bodies becoming one. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle his hips, I had difficulty catching my breath. The smile on his face was evocative and when he eased both his arms behind his head onto the pillows, his eyes twinkling, I knew he was allowing me control.
If only for a little while.
He didn’t need to command me, my body reacting instantly. I bucked against him, clenching my pussy until he let out a ragged breath. As I rocked slowly at first, I tossed my hair across his chest. Suddenly, I wanted more, yearning to shift into the raw state of ecstasy that I felt with him. Within seconds, I could tell my body was responding to the different angle, an orgasm ready to explode in my system.