Page 16 of The Devil's Touch
“Fuck,” he growled.
He pulled out of me, stroked my bare pussy and sensitive clit with the tip of his cock before thrusting into me like a sweet, frustrating intrusion that tore me apart and made me feel so whole at the same time.
“Dom!”
“So tight.All mine.”He cupped the back of my head, pulling out of me and slamming back into me.
The sheer force rearranged my insides, causing pressure to mount at the back of my eyes.My lips trembled, ecstasy swallowing me whole as he repeated the process with a much more brutal edge this time around, making my eyes roll back.
Domenico seemed to have been furious with me for a while now, some reasons I knew and understood, some I didn’t.His fucking me in the restroom right now granted him the full advantage and the perfect outlet to maximize his rage.
His nails sank into my hair, his lips meeting and marking everywhere they could on my neck and my breast, sucking like a feral creature.He plunged in and out of me with a terrifying animalistic force that jerked me to the edge with every harsh thrust.It was almost as though I was falling off the edge of a cliff and he was yanking me backwards and repeating the process all over again.
I was stretched beyond my limit.My throat hoarse and aching from the filthy sounds he wrenched from me as he fucked me like I was his reckoning.
“Dom ...ah!Ah!”I dug my heels into his back, tossing my head backwards.
“No one gets away from me.”Thrust.“Not even you, Mia Cara.”Thrust.“I will tear the city apart and hunt you down to the ends of the earth if I have to.”Thrust.
“Fuck...Dom, please.I—I can’t—”
“You can’t what?”he grunted like he was taunting me, digging his fingers into my hip while he gripped onto my hair with his other hand.
“I can’t—I can’t—it’s too much.”I sobbed.
“You’ll take every inch of it, Mia Cara.”
He was relentless.His thrusts were harsher, as though I were his canvas, expressing how furious he was with me.He fucked me hard, fast and rough, not allowing me to catch my breath as he repeatedly struck my sensitive spot.My eyes blurred with tears, my vision dotted with streaks of black as though my soul was being separated from my body.
“I’ll be so good...”I moaned, fighting back a sob because of how good it felt to not be treated like something fragile, to be fucked like I was the object of his obsession, his deepest darkest desires, his ruin and his redemption.
He fucked me like he hated me, like he couldn’t stand me and also hated how much he wanted me at the same time.
The sound of his cock pounding in and out of me, his deep grunts and my throaty, helpless moans filled the room like a cacophony of madness.
“Don’t ...don’t ...stop...”
“Oh, God.”I arched into him, my legs literally hanging on his shoulders.
He held me down so tightly like it was a silent command that I was to sit my ass down and take every inch of his brutal, addictive cock.
“Fuck, Silvana!”he growled.
That fucking accent.It made my nipples so hard, causing me to drip even harder around him despite the fact that he was literally and figuratively fucking me into my ruin.
“Dom, please ...please ...oh, God, there.”I fisted his hair, choking on my own sob as he took a nipple into his mouth.
The pleasure surged from all angles, stimulating me until I was a writhing, blubbering mess.
“Mine.”A guttural growl tore from his throat.
“I need to—I want to, please—”
“Please, what?”His pace hardened.
“Come ...come...”My stutters broke with thrusts.
“Just like that, Mia Cara,” he murmured.“Come for me.”
