Page 49 of Princess of Vengeance

“Please fuck me harder.”

“You want it harder? Then you’d better brace yourself.”

With that harsh warning, he slides his hands up to my hips and starts moving, working his way in deeper with each stroke as I do my best to follow his command and hold myself steady against the door.

I need this. I need the escape and the roughness and even the pain. It grounds me, reminds me who I am and who I belong to.

“Harder,” I beg, even though I’m not sure if I can take any more.

“That’s right. Beg for it. Tell me how badly you need it.”

“Harder, please, Nico. God, please.”

He grunts but does as I ask. And fuck, it really does hurt. It hurts so damn much that it’s all I can focus on. But beneath that pain is a deep, pulsing pleasure. A burning heat that spreads through my core and up through the pit of my stomach until I’m practically dizzy from it.

He spanks me again, centering me. “Fucking take that cock,” he growls. “You’re gonna take every goddamn inch and you’re gonna thank me for it. Do you know why?”

My brain is so clouded by the pleasure and the pain that it takes a few seconds to even register that he’s asked me a question.

Too late.

He spanks me again, making me whimper as my knuckles turn white from gripping this door frame so hard. “Do you know why you’re gonna love it? Why you’re gonna thank me for fucking you like this?”

“Why?” I pant, determined not to earn another spanking in case it sends me over the edge before I’m ready.

Before he’s ready.

“Because you’remy wife.” He thrusts hard on the last two words, using his cock to drive the point home. “And you’re always going to be my wife, do you understand? I don’t give a fuck what kind of vows he made you repeat. I don’t give a fuck about that ring on your finger. You’re mine. You belong to me and my brothers. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh god. Yours.”

“That’s right. That’s what I want to fucking hear.”

With his cock filling my ass and his words filling my ears, there’s nothing left but him. Nothing left but the pleasure and the pain and the raw, primal need.

“Yours,” I whimper, nodding desperately as the thought alone pushes me closer to the edge. “Only yours. No matter what.”

“Fuck yes. No matter what.” He fucks me faster, his grip tightening. I can feel his cock swelling and throbbing, and I know he’s getting close. “Come for me. Come while I’m inside you. I want to feel your ass grip my cock while your pussy soaks the fucking floor underneath us.”

I reach down to finger my clit, but he swats my hand away and does it himself. “Mine. Don’t fucking forget it again.”

His thumb moves faster, circling and teasing and pushing me higher and higher. The pressure builds and builds until my legs are shaking. Until my fingers are gripping the door frame so hard it feels like I could rip it from the wall.

“That’s it,” he grunts, his breath ragged and heavy against my ear. “Come for me, mia cara. Fucking come for me right now.”

The orgasm crashes through me, making my whole body shudder and shake. It’s more intense than anything I’ve everfelt before. Like a tidal wave, sweeping through me and washing everything else away.

And Nico isn’t far behind.

Just when I think he’s going to finally let go and fill me up with his release, he pulls out and jerks himself off over my arched back. He grunts loudly as rope after rope of his cum splatters across my lower back and ass, and I can feel a few stray drops land on my shoulder blades.

“Stay right there,” he pants. “Just like that. Don’t fucking move.”

I’m still trying to catch my breath, so I’m happy for the excuse to close my eyes for a moment and ride the aftershocks that are tingling up and down my legs.

I can feel the length of his cock moving across my ass, like he’s caressing me with it. But it’s only when he takes his cock away and starts using his hand instead that I open my eyes again and turn to look over my shoulder at him.

“What are you doing?”

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