Page 143 of Stalking Ginevra

He grips my hips, holding me into position. “Now, you’re going to ride this cock,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “Fuck yourself on my shaft until you come.”

“Why are you doing this?” I ask.

“Because you’re my wife,” he snarls, positioning the crown back to my entrance. “Because you need to understand you belong to me. Because I plan on ruining you for other men.”

He thrusts up into me, hard and deep, making my eyes water. I gasp, my vision blurring with tears.

Both his hands tighten on my hips, forcing me to sink lower. Each time I slide down, his cock hits something deep inside me, sending a wave of sensation that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. My thighs quiver, struggling to keep the pace with this new angle as every nerve lights up like fireworks.

“Why can’t we make love like a normal couple?” I say with a gasp.

I hate that he can turn my body into something unrecognizable, but I can’t stop myself. I’m already his. I alwayswas. My body moves on its own, grinding up and down that thick cock, the pleasure too intense to resist.

“You fucking love this,” he snarls. “You’re dripping all over my balls.”

I shake my head, refusing to acknowledge his filthy words. My sweet, dependable Benito is gone. In his place is this cold-hearted villain who revels in my degradation.

His hand lands on my ass with a sharp crack, making me jolt.

“Faster,” he growls. “Ride me harder. Take everything you need, little wife.”

I sob, my body trembling, but I can’t stop. I’m grinding against him, desperate for the release I was denied. “Touch me… Please.”

His hand moves between my legs again, rubbing my clit with brutal intensity. I can’t hold back anymore. I’m falling apart. I throw my head back, resting it on his shoulder, as my hips move against my will.

“Look at you,” he growls in my ear. “You’re going to come all over my cock while I breed you like a dirty little wife.”

I try to shake my head, try to deny him one last time, but my body betrays my will. The pleasure he delivers is like a drug, addictive, potent, rendering me powerless. My hips move faster, harder, chasing the release I can’t stop. I’m so close.

“You’re going to take my cum” he growls, his hand moving faster on my clit. “Soak up every drop as I breed that sweet little cunt.”

His words are too much. My body shatters, the orgasm ripping through my system with brutal intensity. I scream, my walls clenching around his thick shaft, my body shaking as pleasure crashes over me in violent waves.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, slamming into me one last time.

His cock pulses in my pussy, filling me with his warm, thick cum. His arm clamps around my waist, holding me in place as he pounds upward into my twitching walls.

“Good girl. Take every fucking drop.”

My ears ring. I’m still trembling, still reeling from the intensity of that climax, and he continues to fill me with his release.

“You’re mine, now,” he snarls, his breath ragged in my ear. “And we’re going to breed like this every day until you’re pregnant with my child.”

I don’t respond. I can’t. I’m broken, convulsing in his arms, my mind still foggy with endorphins. But beneath the mist is the creeping dread that I might have sold myself to another tyrant to save a woman who might not deserve my sacrifices.

His cum leaks from my pussy, a constant reminder that I’ll never escape my fate. Benito’s revenge for leaving him is becoming his prisoner. Instead of shackles, I’ll be tied down with children.

Shit. I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again.

SIXTY-FIVE

BENITO

I ease Ginevra off my cock and back onto the rug, rise to my feet, and adjust my clothing.

She lies on her side, bathed in the sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It highlights the gold in her auburn hair, illuminating her skin like she’s something to be worshiped.

But she’s not. Not now that I have her completely under my control.

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