Page 91 of Thorns of Death
“We are talking.” His finger slid inside my folds, and I gasped at how good it felt. “There’ll be a lot more talking. Your moans, my grunts.” He pulled out his finger, added one more, and thrust in deep again. Another moan echoed through the room as if to prove his point.
Then without warning, he pulled out his fingers and his hand bunched around my panties, only to rip them off.
“Neanderthal,” I murmured.
He didn’t seem offended. He leaned forward, his mouth brushing against my cheek and his hot breath tickling the side of my face. “Get on your hands and knees, facing the headboard.” The firm tenor of his voice sent shockwaves rippling through me while my thighs quivered with arousal. My nipples peaked into sensitive buds, throbbing and pulsing in rhythm with my core. “Now.”
I scrambled to obey, my brain too slow to catch up. It wasn’t until I was in position that I realized he was still mostly dressed. I arched my back—hoping it looked seductive—and glanced over my shoulder as both of his palms came to rest on my ass cheeks.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” My thighs clenched together at the images in my mind of his naked body. Good God! This couldn’t be… healthy. Could it?
He reached a hand around me to pinch my hard nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re so demanding,mia moglie.”
“Huh?”
“Wife.Mia mogliemeans my wife.”
I released a broken moan when he pinched my sensitive nipple again. “I believe in… equality.” My voice sounded distorted to my own ears from the buzzing in them. “We should both be naked.”
He stood behind me like a god promising pleasure and punishment. Fuck, was it sick that I wanted both? My inner thighs were coated with slick desire. I should be running and screaming from this ruthless man, yet all I could muster strength for was arousal.
He slapped my ass, hard. Then he leaned in, his chest against my back as he whispered into my ear, “Now, let me demonstrate what the term ‘toss your salad’ means to my young wife.”
He sank his teeth into the side of my neck, and I was desperate to feel his hands everywhere. My sex throbbed with an ache that only he could relieve.
He pulled away from me, but before I could complain about the loss of heat, I felt his fingers on my ass first, and then his tongue. My body bucked, but his hand held me in place, preventing me from shifting away from his hungry mouth.
“Ohh… fuck…”
My voice broke as my legs shook and my stomach flipped. I’d never let anyone close to my back entrance before, but the moment I felt his tongue there, the deep contraction in my belly told me I’d like it. I felt my arousal drench my pussy as he smeared it up to my ass.
With each touch of his tongue, my pussy pulsed with a need so violent I thought I’d burst into flames. The need for release clawed through me, begging to be set free.
“Please… Oh… God… Enrico…” I sobbed, my body a throbbing mess.
He instantly stopped. “My name,” he demanded. “In the bedroom, you’ll scream my name.”
I blinked in confusion, then met his gaze over my shoulder. “E-Enrico?”
“Daddy.” His fingers ghosted around my neck, but fear didn’t choke me enough to run from him. Or to even want him to stop touching me, kissing me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back by it. “No more Enrico when we’re in the bedroom.”
There was my confirmation. My fingers curled into the blankets. I was so needy for more of what he was offering, I’d call him the fucking devil if it meant we’d go through with this.
“Why not Enzo?” I croaked, although it didn’t really matter, did it? He wasn’t Enrico.
“It’s best you don’t get used to calling me Enzo. It’s too risky.” I wanted to ask why. I had so many questions, but his fingers dug into my scalp, his grip becoming merciless, and I forgot them all. “Say it. I want to heariton your lips.”
The part of me that always loved to push the boundaries pouted at him. I licked my lips, fluttering my eyelids seductively. “Okay, Daddy.”
He released the grip on my hair and started unbuttoning his vest. I could see the outline of his erection through his trousers, and my pussy pulsed in anticipation. His vest hit the floor and he moved on to his cufflinks.
As he unfastened them, his eyes were on me the entire time. I wiggled my ass, hardly able to breathe as I waited for him. His shirt came off shortly after and my mouth watered at seeing all his glorious muscles on display.
That tanned skin. Those firm, sculpted abs. He was all man with rough palms and barely leashed power. I needed to feel him lose it.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?” I wanted that thick cock so badly, I’d say and do anything to get it. “Or are you going to spank me first?”
