Page 48 of Princess of Vengeance

“Tell me you missed me, mia cara,” he says, pushing his thumb in deeper.

“I missed you so much.” I can barely focus on the words with his thumb still sliding in and out of my ass and his cock buried deep inside me. “You have no idea.”

“We missed you too.”

“I didn’t mean any of the things I said back at the safe house,” I blurt out, my mind suddenly spinning.

He withdraws his thumb from my back hole, only to rain another smack across my ass.

“Don’t talk about that right now,” he growls, leaning over my back to press his lips to the side of my throat. “Just think about the four of us together, and how much we love you.”

I’m panting so hard that I can’t even answer him, but I don’t have to. He just wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back.

“You’re ours, mia cara. Don’t ever forget that.” He tugs harder. “Understood?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand. I’m yours. Only yours.”

“Good girl.”

My fingers dig into the wood of the door frame as he pulls out of me without warning, then reaches down between my legs andslips two fingers into my waiting, needy pussy. “So fucking wet. Jesus, you’re practically dripping.”

He pumps them slowly a few times, just enough to drive me insane, before pulling them back out and running his fingertips over the tight, puckered entrance to my ass again, teasing me there.

“You want me to fuck your sweet ass, don’t you?” he asks, his voice rough and gravelly.

“Oh god. Yes, please.”

“I love hearing you beg,” he growls, slapping my ass cheek one more time for good measure.

It doesn’t take long for him to coat his cock with the mixture of my arousal and his precum, and then he’s pressing the tip against my back hole.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you. You know that, right?”

“Please don’t.”

I can feel his cock twitch as he slowly pushes into my ass. This isn’t the first time I’ve been fucked there, but it still feels like I’m being split in half by his thick cock.

No fucking way am I going to say anything though. I don’t want him to slow down. I sure as hell don’t want him to stop.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pushing a little farther. “Goddamn, you look good like this. I love watching you take every inch of me.”

“Oh god, Nico.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“So…” I swallow, barely able to speak. “So…”

His voice drops, raspy and low as he murmurs, “Does it hurt as much as you hurt me?”

Tears sting my eyes at the ragged emotion in his tone. I shake my head, dragging in a shuddering breath. My fingers are practically clawing at the door frame now, desperate forsomething—anything—to hold on to. The pain is sharp and intense, but there’s something else underneath. A raw, primal connection that makes my pulse race.

“Please,” I gasp, pushing back against him.

“Please what?”

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