Page 46 of Dario DeLuca

"You're mine," I growl, backing her up until she's trapped against the counter. "Every gorgeous inch."

Electricity crackles between us, suspended in the heavy air. I drink in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the flush staining her cheeks.

So fucking intoxicating.

Her hands flatten against me, but there's no real force behind the feeble shove. "You're delusional if you think I'll just roll over and be your obedient little wife."

A dark chuckle rumbles in my throat. "Is that what you think this is about? Obedience?" I seize her jaw, grip firm but careful not to mark that flawless skin. "I don't want a mindless doll, Bella. I want that fire."

I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. At first, she's rigid, lips sealed, but I'm relentless—a master at wearing down defenses.

When she melts, succumbing to the scorching temptation, a feral sound tears from me. Our tongues duel for dominance as Ipin her harder against the unforgiving counter. She's all softness and curves next to my hard frame.

I break the kiss, both of us panting harshly. In one smooth motion, I lift her onto the surface and press against the haven between her thighs. She’s at the perfect height, her center aligned just right with my groin. She's made for me, built to take everything I'll give her.

And I'm going to fuck her until she screams my name. Until she knows, in that pretty little head of hers, who she truly belongs to.

"This..." I rasp, nipping along her jaw. "This is what you were made for, Bella. Taking everything I give you."

A whimper escapes her, needy and desperate, as I grind against her core. The damp heat there has me throbbing, aching to be sheathed in her vice-like depths.

"Admit it," I demand, fingers tangling in her hair to yank her head back. I blaze a path down the elegant column of her neck with nips and licks. "You wanted that man to touch you. Wanted to make me lose control."

"N-no…" But the breathy protest is weak, undercut by the roll of her hips seeking friction.

"Such a fucking tease." I capture her earlobe between my teeth. "Always pushing me right to the edge. I think you like me losing control, tempting me until I make you mine in every way."

She doesn't utter a word. Her only reply is the desperate rolling of her hips against my rigid length. Growling deep in my chest, I shove my pants down just enough, freeing my aching dick. Mia's eyes widen, lips parting on a ragged inhale as I grip myself, dragging my calloused palm along the rigid shaft.

Her pupils are blown, a thin ring of amber encircling dilated pools of need. That flicker of insolence still smolders behind the lust, stoking my own craving.

"Like what you see, Bella?" I can't resist taunting, my voice a gritty rasp. She tracks every stroke of my fist with desperate hunger.

I palm the juncture of her brown thighs through the flimsy fabric of her dress, finding slick, searing heat. "This pretty pussy is mine."

Mia lets out a shuddering breath, fighting a losing battle against the yearning that glazes her eyes. She remains rooted in place, a rabbit held immobile by the wolf's stare.

I release my throbbing cock, and with a rough and desperate movement, I plunge my hands under her dress and rip the flimsy scrap of lace obscuring my prize and bring it to my face, inhaling the intoxicating musk. A deep, satisfying groan reverberates through my chest.

"You can hate me all you want, amore." With a smirk, I stuff her damp panties into my breast pocket where my handkerchief should be.

"But this?" I seize her thighs, hauling her toward the precipice until my tip brushes her entrance.

"This perfect, tight little cunt is mine alone." I plunge in without warning, sheathing myself to the root. Mia's head lolls back on a broken sob, nails scoring lines down my arms as I fill and stretch her.

The exquisite squeeze of her walls has me hanging onto my sanity by a thread. Every animalistic instinct screams at me to claim, mark, possess.

"Look at me." Her eyes flutter open obediently. "From this moment on, I'm the only one who touches you.”

I thrust into her, tingles prickling up my spine with every thrust into her slippery pussy.

“The only one who fucks you.”

Mia’s eyes turn hooded, and her brow creased as I pound into her, her sweet whimpers rising and falling in rhythm to the music pouring from the speakers.

“Is that clear?"

A tremulous nod precedes a desperate whine, her legs locking around my waist to draw me impossibly deeper.

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