Page 27 of Forgive Me, Father

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this way inside a woman.

She tensed as I pushed in all the way.I grabbed her legs again and promised that I would do all the work tonight.She just needed to hold on.

My own eyes threatened to close as I pulled out of her and pushed into her again.

Another whimper left her mouth, and she wanted to shy away.I got a tighter hold of her legs and started moving her on top of me.She would get the momentum and help, not that it mattered.She was as light as a feather.

The momentum started to build as she buried her head beside my neck.I fucked her faster as she sat on me.She was so light, I didn’t need her help with the motion.

Focus, Alfonso.Fucking.Focus.

I couldn’t lose it now, but I wanted to tear this little fucking runaway of mine apart.Why had she entered my life?This wasn’t normal.Whatever this was between us, it wasn’t fucking normal.

I wanted to hear her scream my name, everything that I’d told them they were not going to hear.But I wanted to drown them out so badly and just fuck her hard, brand her as mine.

She whimpered more as her cunt strangled my dick.I was almost there, and it hadn’t even been ten fucking minutes.So embarrassing.

I knew she wasn’t going to orgasm.She was showing me too much pain.But I could, and I would.I would do anything not to cause her more pain.

My orgasm pulled from my balls, and I almost pulled out of her, but I stopped.She was my wife.I could come deep inside of her as much as I wanted to.But at the same time, I wanted to have her all for myself for as long as I could.

I growled and pulled out as I came hard.I couldn’t even jerk off as I needed to show them her blood.

I growled as it was fucking hard not to finish.I hugged her tighter, breathing through my nostrils.The orgasm was almost painful because I couldn’t finish.

She was breathing fast, but didn’t lift her head from my shoulder.

“I have to show them,” I whispered, and she unhooked her trembling legs from around my waist.

She put her weight on my shoulder and looked the other way, down.As if she were ashamed.I hated that as I showed them my cock.It was covered in patches of her blood.Her hymen was broken, and she was a virgin no longer.

“Now get the fuck out of my room.All of you,” I ordered.

As one, they all turned to the left and walked out through the doors.

TWELVE

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

I couldn’t keepit in any longer as the sob tore from me.That was so embarrassing.Why would they do this to us?For what reason?The doctor had been there to show them that I was intact.Why did we have to consummate our wedding in front of all of them?

A sharp, relentless ache bloomed between my hips, every muscle below my navel throbbing with pain.

Alfonso lifted my head and pulled it back onto his shoulder.“It’s over.They’re gone.I’m sorry for the pain.”

He let me cry, allowing the sobs to pour out of me.Each tear felt like it was draining something deep inside, leaving me feeling hollow.He didn’t rush me, didn’t speak, just waited quietly, his presence a steady anchor as the waves of emotion finally subsided.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and give you something for the pain.”

His voice was smooth, like honey, gentle once more.I nodded, and he slowly removed my mask, his touch surprisingly tender.His own mask was long gone, and as he wiped away my tears, his gaze softened.The beast from earlier had vanished, replaced by something quieter, more controlled.

“I’m sorry about this morning.My temper sometimes gets the better of me.But you can’t leave me like that again,piccola fuggitiva.Promise.”

“I promise, if you stop calling me that.”

He huffed and the corner of his lips curved.“Where’s the fun in that?”

I shook my head, knowing that he wouldn’t stop.He stared at me.I could see the hunger he still had dancing inside those green irises.

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