Page 28 of Unholy Union
But I already know the truth—mafia daughter or not, my little wife is no killer. She might’ve pulled a blade on me, but she didn’t consider what that would mean once the moment finally came.
Now that it’s here, hesitation’s her worst enemy.
As another couple seconds pass, she finally goes for it—or tries to, as she makes a swiping motion with her wrist. Unfortunately for her, I’m faster, already anticipating her next move.
I grab her by the wrist and force the small knife from her grip, easily overpowering her and flipping us over. Our positions are reversed as I pin Sabrina face down on the mattress and trap her under me with a panicked squeal from her.
She squirms like an animal about to be slaughtered, but it’s already too late.
I’ve wrapped her up in my arms, caging her in and using her own weapon against her. The same cool blade is pressed up against her throat as she writhes under me, desperate for escape.
“See how quickly the tables turn?” I taunt. “See how easily I could hurt you ten times worse than you can ever hurt me, principessa?”
I force her thighs apart with my knee and guide myself back into her pussy with my other hand.
My cock’s only grown thicker and harder in the moment since she’s pulled the knife. I’m only more turned on by it. The fact that she tried to use it against me and now I’ve got the chance to use it on her has entirely changed the situation.
It’s instant pleasure returning to her wet heat and feeling how she clenches around me.
Except even better now that I know she’s angry. She’s furious and bucking against my body.
I wrap an arm around her stomach and crush her in my grip, the knife still pressed to her throat. I let my lips hover by her ear, aware of how it pisses her off even more.
“Cry for me, Sabrina,” I tell her. “Let me hear how it feels to be fucked by your enemy turned husband.”
They’re the last words out of my mouth before I unleash the mix of rage and lust pent up inside me. I draw my hips back and then slam inside her, eliciting a sharp cry from her. It’s the first of many as I fuck her like she’s my worst enemy—and she is.
There’s nothing sweet or loving between us, only hatred and bitterness. Only the aggression that pours out of me with every deep, punishing thrust.
I pound into Sabrina with a force that’s so violent it’s therapeutic. Shockwaves of pleasure jolt up my shaft and thenspine, leaving me lightheaded as I slam my hips into her again and again.
She keens as she takes it, her body arching flexibly against mine. Her throat quivers against the knife, eyes screwed shut as I bash away at her sweet spot and push her over the edge.
When she comes, her pussy walls contract around my cock like a massage. She gives a broken little cry like a wounded bird and tries to slump against the mattress.
But I don’t let her—gripping her hips and holding her hostage with the knife, I’m not through with her yet. I drive into her again, groaning at how swollen and soaked her little cunt has become, and I fuck her ’tilI’msatisfied.
She knows the truth as well as I do.
If there was any doubt before, it’s been laid to rest.
Sabrina Valente, my little wife, is my mortal enemy, and we’ll hate each other for the rest of our lives. This marriage will never be real. It’s merely an attempt to prevent mutual destruction between our families.
But as my cock sinks deep, hitting the back of her spasming pussy, I know the real truth.
The Valentes agreed to this arrangement with our own victory in mind.
We’ll take what we need from the Corsinis and then destroy them from the inside. Just like I’ll take what I want from Sabrina. I’ll use her however I want, and she’ll have no choice but to obey.
I’ll break my wife if I have to; if it means winning the war for my family.
And it’s with that thought, as I fuck her hard and fast, that my climax finally reaches me. I toss the knife and grip her by the throat, slamming into her one final time. Her walls are clenching around me, her insides so wet and hot that it sends me over the edge.
I fill her cunt up, pinning her down ’til she takes the very last drop. We’re both slicked in sweat by the time it’s over, the entire suite smelling like sex, filled by the sound of our heavy breathing.
I slide out of her and notice a couple spots of blood. Evidence of what I’ve taken from her. After the stunt she’s pulled, it gives me some sense of cruel satisfaction. I glance at her where she hasn’t moved, still heaving air with glazed eyes.
“That pain you feel? That was my cock molding your pussy just for me,” I say. “That was just a taste of what’s to come. You better get used to it.”
