Page 39 of Unrelenting
Lucia returns to her enthusiastic ministrations, moaning deeply and sending a vibration along my shaft. My balls tighten, and as she grazes her teeth across my velvety flesh, I can’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck, Lucia!” I yell as my cock jerks and I come.
Lucia pulls off me and sits back on her heels. She tilts her head back, opening her mouth to show me my seed on hertongue. Then she swallows every drop. She licks her lips, and I can’t hold back any longer.
Grabbing her hair, I drag her to her feet. I kiss her fiercely, tasting myself, the champagne and a hint of strawberry on her lips. It’s a heady combination that makes the blood course through my veins once more.
When I draw back, her lips are puffy, her eyes glazed with desire.
“My turn,” I growl as I spin her around and shove her toward the vanity. She grips the edges of the marble counter and looks in the mirror, meeting my gaze. “Keep watching as I fuck your tight little pussy.”
Desperate to be inside her, I unzip her pants and yank them down. I tear her panties off and stuff them in her mouth to muffle her cries as I thrust inside her.
Lucia lowers her gaze as I pound into her, so I seize a fistful of hair. She hisses but gets the message and meets my eye in the mirror once more.
“You look so fucking beautiful with those panties gagging you.” I hold her stare. “I want to tie you up and spank you, then fuck you raw. My fingers part her ass cheeks, and I press against her back hole, copying what she did to me. “I want to claim this tight little hole.”
My words have the effect on her I thought they would. She whimpers and pushes her ass back as her need builds.
“My dirty girl wants those things,” I taunt her. “You want me to make you submit. You want to give me every part of you.”
She nods frantically as she rolls her hips. Her eyes beseech me to help her get over the edge. On another occasion, I might make her suffer a little, prolong the torment, but tonight she was generous to me, and I intend to return the favor.
Sliding my hand down over her shoulder, I cup her breast, enjoying how it feels in my palm. I squeeze hard, knowing she responds well to a little roughness.
Then I bend forward. As I pinch her taut nipple, I sink my teeth into her shoulder and nip.
Lucia’s pussy clenches around my cock. Her eyes widen. She yells something, but the sound is dampened by the panties still wedged between her lips. Good girl that she is, she doesn’t try to remove them without permission.
As I pull her panties out of her mouth, she gasps. Her legs tremble, and her wetness soaks my cock. I pump my hips four more times and come deep inside her.
Lucia sags against the sink, and I collapse over her. Breathing harshly, we stay like that for several long minutes. Then I stand and tuck myself back into my clothes. Lucia does the same, not bothering to clean my cum off her first.
“Let’s get out of here,” I suggest. “You need to get some rest.”
I unlock the bathroom door, take Lucia’s hand and lead her back out into the club. Her hair is a tangled mess, and she looks thoroughly fucked, but as we head downstairs toward the exit, I couldn’t be prouder to have this woman by my side.
ELEVEN
Lorenzo
“I can’t believeyou dragged me away from my woman for this shit,” I grumble as I take my seat next to Damiano in the front row of the church.
Lucia and I were enjoying breakfast together when my brother called and told me to get my ass home, change into a suit and come down here to witness this farce. I’ve never been to such a miserable wedding and, believe me, I’ve been to some fucking awful ones.
In our world, marriages are rarely a love match. It’s not unusual for either the bride or groom to be unwilling and unafraid to let everyone know it.
People joke about shotgun weddings, but I’ve seen a bride being marched down the aisle at gunpoint by her groom’s men and forced to recite her vows.
The tragedy of this particular wedding is that it doesn’t need to be like this. Matteo and Giulia are clearly perfect for one another. They’ve been friends forever, and it’s obvious there’s genuine love between them, even if they don’t see it right now.
Matteo is moving things along faster than Giulia is comfortable with simply because he’s scared.
When the young boy who’s been skulking around Gabriele’s villa spoke to Giulia at La Stanza Rosso last night, Matteo panicked.
He decided she’d be safer if he bound her to him. He may be right, but he hasn’t convinced Giulia of that.
There are several of our men stationed at the back of the church. I wish they weren’t here to witness this sad spectacle.
