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It’s just what I need after the punishment he’s given me. After these confusing feelings he’s brought out and the blurred lines we’ve crossed.
The rougher the better. The more I’m able to close my eyes and lose myself in the moment, arms and legs wrapped around him.
I take him so deep that I feel an ache inside. Pleasure so intense rolls through me, taking me right to the edge.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “To drive me fucking insane?”
I can't bring myself to answer him.
All I can do is hold on as he takes me with a force that borders on violent. My nails rake down his back, and he hisses in pleasure, the pain only spurring him on. He switches up the angle, suddenly hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
“Oh god… oh fuck… right there!” I scream. “Don't stop… please…Diavolo!”
His mouth finds mine in a bruising kiss, swallowing my cries as he drives me closer and closer. Tension coils tight in my belly, building to something explosive. When he slides one hand between our bodies to circle my clit with his thumb, I shatter completely.
“That's it, dolcezza,” he murmurs against my lips as I convulse around him. "You belong tomenow. You come formenow. Your pussy is wrapped aroundmyfucking dick,nothis.”
The orgasm flashes through me like lightning, leaving me trembling and gasping underneath him. But he's not done—he flips me over onto my hands and knees with expertise, his hands smoothing over my ass where the belt marks are still tender.
"I need to see you like this," he says, his voice thick as he positions himself behind me.
When he slams into me again from this angle, I cry out at how deep he goes. He sets a punishing rhythm, his hands gripping my hips as he takes me with abandon. His breathing is ragged, his movements becoming more erratic.
“Dolcezza,” he pants as we move together as one.
It occurs to me through the haze of my orgasm that I've given into the man who holds me captive. The same man who calls himself the devil and has kept Rafael from me.
But as another wave of pleasure builds between us, I'm soon sobbing his name. I can't bring myself to care about the consequences.
In this moment, there's only Diavolo—only his dick deep inside me and my second orgasm rippling through me—and nothing else.
When we finally collapse together, breathing hard and slicked with sweat, I curl against his chest. Some part of me hoping for Rafael’s return.
Then reality comes crashing back in.
Il Diavolo disentangles himself from me in a way Rafael never would. One second we’re nestled together, the next he’s pulling back and getting up.
He refuses to look at me as he slides into his pants and quickly buckles his belt.
“What…?” I start, completely confused.
“That is enough for tonight, dolcezza,” he says sternly. “It’s time for you to return to your room. My guards will be watching, so don’t try anything.”
I’m speechless as he reaches for the mask and returns it to its rightful place on his face.
“You heard me,” he says seconds later when I still haven’t moved. “Leave. Now!”
The coldness in his tone sends a chill through my bones. I swallow, then slowly climb out of the bed, so lost that I’m still hazy from both orgasms.
But I’m not moving quick enough for him. He yells for Daniela to come and take me, like he can hardly stand the mistake he’s made.
The door flies open as I’m sliding my dress back on. Daniela rushes to collect me. The two of us flee the room as quickly as we can, Diavolo fuming in our wake.
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DIAVOLO
Twice now,I’ve broken my own rules for her. Once with a kiss. Once with my cock buried deep inside her.
