Page 20 of The Sicilian Princess
Rose
He was going to kill me. No man had ever fucked me like this before. Nick was talking dirty and instead of it making me feel bad, I felt liberated. Like I could be as nasty as I wanted to, and he would accept me. I forgot what he said to me and he pulled all the way out. I cried out a muffled no, but he grabbed my legs and flipped me over again. I was a rag doll in his hands. He didn't untie me, so my arms were crossed over my head, but the pain barely registered. He lifted my ass and put me on my knees. I knew exactly what was coming. It was then I realized he wasn't wearing a condom, but before I could point that out, Nick slammed himself deep inside me. I cried out, my orgasm ripping through my body like a knife. Panting, I relaxed, thinking he was done with me, but no, he was nowhere close to being done. He pressed me down into the mattress and let loose. I think he was waiting for me to orgasm before he really fucked me. Nick grabbed my shoulder and forced me deeper onto his cock. The tip kept hitting my cervix and it was painful, so painful, I could feel my face leaking. His other hand wrapped around my throat, startling me.
"That's a good little slut for Daddy," he whispered, hunched over my ear. He tightened his hand on my throat as his thrusts got deeper and more erratic. Black spots danced in front of my eyes, but did I tell him to stop? Fuck no. I sucked it up and threw my ass back against him. He let out a guttural groan in my ear and I could feel my pussy walls fluttering again.
"Oh, oh fuck, Daddy," I cried. "Fuck me! Yes. Yes. Yes. God yes!" I came hard on him. As I clamped down, he pulled the belt off my wrists. They dropped to the bed like dead weight. My head hung forward, exhausted, but Nick hauled me against him by my throat and ground his cock all over my cervix.
"Not deep enough, baby girl. Never. Deep. Enough." He was grunting and growling in my ear. I could feel the sweat dripping off his body onto mine, but I didn't care. I was a mess, sobbing and crying out. Nothing made sense. His hand tightened over my throat just so and I fired off again, my hoarse screams bringing down the walls. Nick shouted from behind me and slammed me down onto his cock once. Twice. Then he was done. His whole body shuddered as he came inside me. His cum leaked around his cock and out of me, sliding down my thighs slowly.
"You didn't wear a condom," I mumbled, lightly coughing from the raw burning in my throat.
"I know. I figured you would protest," Nick's smug voice drifted in from behind.
My eyes were closing, but I needed to say one more thing before I passed out. "No, the rules…"I passed out before I could say any more. I wanted to explain to him that I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but it was going to have to wait for another time.
"Stupid fucking bitch," my father was yelling at me. I was lying in the hospital. Doctors were coming in and out of my room, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I couldn't remember everything that happened, but we were at a party for peace. A few Italian famiglia had come out to broker a treaty. They wanted to work together and build the largest syndicate on the east coast. We would have control of the states from Maine all the way down to Florida. I overheard a few capos talking about the deal. My name had been brought up a few times. So many, that I had started shaking. I was already anxious, meeting so many new people. At the tender age of ten, I tried to stay out of the way, but father always showed me off like his most prized mare. I guess, in some way, I was. I drifted back to the present. Father had slapped Mother. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want to pay attention to their issues. I thought harder about the party. I was in the middle of the dance floor, headed toward my mother so I could ask her if I could retire upstairs. She was always so hard to find at parties like these. Before I made it across, my body stopped working on me. People were talking louder, a murmur that grew in crescendo the longer I was on the ground. I couldn't think. The next thing I knew, I was here, and Father was angry.
"She's broken," he was yelling. "We can't sign the treaty. Not when everyone saw."
I winced. Apparently, I had messed up my father's plans. I relaxed against the pillows. He wouldn't hit me while I was in the hospital. Not with people around.
I woke on a gasp, my legs tangled up in Nick's. I gently pulled myself away from him and slid a pillow next to him. Nick slept like a barnacle. He immediately wrapped his arms around the pillow and started squeezing it. I shuddered, thinking that could've been me. I was sticky. My body had dried sweat on it and my legs were stuck together with cum. I went into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. This was just what I needed, a hot shower to take my mind off the bad dream I'd just had. It was more like a bad memory. I didn't need the reminder of my past. Instead, I fingered the soreness around my throat. I was quite sure Nick left his finger marks on me. Not that I was complaining. I grinned underneath the water and started to soap up. The curtain was pulled back and I jumped in surprise.
"Nick," I admonished. "You scared the crap out of me."
He hopped in behind me.
"Jesus, baby girl. The water is scalding. Hell is probably cooler than your shower water right now."
I giggled.
"What are you doing in here anyway? I thought you were sleeping." I turned to face him, which rubbed my pointed nipples against his chest.
"Saving water obviously." He waggled his eyebrows at me before scooping up my loofah and washing my body. I groaned at the feel of his huge hands being so delicate on my person. "Do you want to go to the ranch today?" He hesitated, and his hands stopped roaming while he waited for a response.
"Yes, but I've never ridden a horse before." I frowned. Father had never let me out of the house to do much of anything. He was always worried someone could see me, and then they would spread things around if I had a seizure in public. It was the worst.
"That's all right. I can teach you, little thorn," Nick rasped.
My core clenched at the thought of all the things he could teach me. I must've been sending a signal because Nick stopped washing me and proceeded to show me all the things he could teach me, until the water ran cold.
After our long shower, we dressed, and Hayley had dropped another meal off to us. People were conspiring to keep Nick and me together. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I did understand small town politics. Everyone was in everyone else's business. There were a ton of small towns outside Philly and I was used to the mentality. Nick took me out to his truck; I was worried that I never drove my car.
After he buckled me and got in on the driver's side, I asked him, "Do you think I should sell my car?"
Nick glanced over at me. "I think it would be prudent."
I held back my laughter. "How magnanimous of you," I primly stated. We looked at each other, waited a beat, then started laughing our heads off.
"No, seriously, I like driving you around. If the car isn't being used, you may as well make a buck off it and save yourself the headache."
I nodded my head; it made sense. Now that Nick wasn't trying to run me out of town, not that he was good at that anyway, I could really settle and make roots. "Maybe I should look for a more permanent place to live." I peeked sideways at him. I wanted to see his reaction. If this was a fling, he would tell me not to rush things, but if he wanted something permanent, he would tell me to start looking.
He frowned. "You don't need to do that."
I felt a pang in the middle of my chest. He was just playing around with me. I should've known. I was broken. Who would want someone like me? I felt Nick's eyes on me.
"Aw, fuck." He pulled over the truck, but I wasn't able to look at him. "Little thorn," he murmured. I ignored him. He growled in response. "Baby girl."
