Page 66 of His Vicious Desire

I give into what she and my body demand, thrusting hard inside her until I’m bottoming out into the tightest pussy I’ve ever known.Swallowing her cry of pain, I fight every cell in my body begging me to move.I feast on her mouth until the tears swimming in her eyes fall away.Lungs frantic for air demand I end the kiss.

A moan escapes her.“It doesn’t hurt anymore.You feel so good burning every inch of you into me, branding me as yours.”

Although her words have my cock jumping, I don’t want the moment to end.

This is as close to heaven on earth as I’ll ever get, and I want to make it last as long as possible.The witch clutches at me deep inside, and I fight not to come.I give in to her begging and move within her.

My thrusts are small, more of a grinding than anything—I’m terrified she won’t let me back inside this heaven if I pull out.Except before long, it’s not enough for either of us.I’m thrusting deep within her, then out, harder, faster, the way she’s begging me for.

No, more.I want more of this.It’s too soon, too fucking soon.But it’s happening.Her climax is cresting.Before I’m ready, it slams into her taking her under and me with her as her sweet pussy spasms around me, milking me for every drop of come.

I catch myself before I fall on her—barely.We’re both gasping for air as I manage to move onto my side.The witch has her legs wrapped around me so tightly I’m taking her with me without meaning to.

“Mm, please not yet, Gaetano.I love the feel of you inside me.Just another minute more.”

Shaking my head, I roll onto my back, careful to remain inside her the way she wants.Her little sigh of pleasure sinks into my skin and bones.

I want more of her.I want her beneath my skin so I can protect her from everything and everyone who would dare to hurt her.Except it’s too late.I can’t protect her from the thing that will hurt her most—me.

Bianca

I come awake slowly.Although I long to stay in the sweet bliss of sleep, my brain won’t let me.The sun is barely coming up, which means I didn’t sleep for long, maybe an hour or two.

Holy shit.That was…I have no words.Amazing, awesome, incredible, none of them even come close.And I’m mad at him all over again.I might not have known it would be like this, but he had to have known.All these years, he kept this from me—from us.

I want to start yelling, screaming, and crying at him, only I don’t dare move because it will put an end to him inside me.Despite how large and thick he was and how badly it hurt when he first thrust into me, he fits perfectly within me.I love the intense heat of him, the way his heart is pounding in time with mine, burning him further into me with every beat.

A deep sigh moves me on him.“Let me get dressed, and I’ll drive you home.”

I push up from him, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist.“No.Please don’t.”

He won’t meet my eyes.“I have to, Bianca.This shouldn’t have happened.”

“But it did.Damn it.And you aren’t sorry it did.We can do this.We can be together.Sandro loves me and he wants me to be happy—and you make me happy.”

Shaking his head, he sits up.“That is never going to happen.Sandro will kill me.Stop living in a dream world and grow the fuck up.”He’s harsh, mean, and his fingers biting into my skin as he tries to pull me off him will leave a bruise.“Bianca, this is over.You were a good fuck for it being your first time, but I’ve gotten my fill of you.”

Despite his words, his body betrays him with the way he’s hardening within me.“You’re a liar.You’ve been lying for three years, and it’s getting pretty damn old.”I grind down on his cock, and we both moan from how amazing it feels.“You don’t really want me to go.”

I begin moving on him.I swear, he’s steel wrapped in silk, he’s so hard.

A dozen curse words in English, Italian, and Spanish flow from him down my skin as he gives in and begins moving beneath me.Yes, oh god, yes.I’m angry at him for lying all over again.He’s angry he can’t fight his body’s response, and we’re both battling for control.Battling is laughable.This man owns me, every damn inch, and he takes over with such ease I’d be pissed if I didn’t love it so much.

Our mouths meet and mate, biting, sucking to the edge of pain.It’s nothing compared to the way he’s slamming into my still-sore pussy.Yet I want more, need more, beg him for harder, faster, deeper, so much more.

Please.Please, oh god.

I tip over the edge into waves of pleasure.I’m desperate for air, and it feels like I’m losing until the moment Gaetano comes.I gasp at the molten lava heat of his come filling me.The same way I did the first time he came inside me, I say a tiny prayer of thanks that he didn’t have a condom because missing this would have been a sacrilege.

We’re back on the bed, both gasping for air.I’m floating in the ocean, wondering if there’s anything better than this in the whole world.It’s my last thought before I slip into sleep.

The next time I wake up, I’m alone.I roll over to find a note and see it’s almost three in the afternoon.I’m shocked at the time and annoyed by the note.The note is far too short, he got called in for an emergency—I can’t believe I slept through that.He’s glad to be called away.Because it shouldn’t have happened, and it will never happen again.

Bullshit.I roll off the bed and into the bathroom.Beneath the steaming showerhead, my skin is brand new and sensitive to every drop of water falling on me.A thrill runs through me as I discover all the bruises from not only his mouth but his teeth.I didn’t feel half of these when he made them.It was like he wanted to devour me—and he did.

I’m blushing as I clean up from him coming inside me—because a part of me is ashamed over how much I hate cleaning it out.I have to be weird to love his come as much as I do, except I don’t care and want more of it.There is something so erotic about the feeling of having a part of him inside me when he isn’t close enough for me to touch.Although right now, there is the sensation he’s inside me—the only thing missing is the scorching heat of him.

The shock of the pink water yanks me out of my thoughts.Where in the hell did it come from?Oh yeah, how could I have forgotten when it stung so badly at the time it happened?I hadn’t expected as much pain as there was.Thankfully, the pain was brief and didn’t compare to how good he felt inside me.

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