Page 61 of Caruso
“I–” My breath hitches as he spins the knife until the blade is held in his hand, the blood dripping onto my breasts—his blood.
“Say it.” He growls as he holds the tip of the blade to my throat, and I gasp. “I love it.”
His evil leer causes my body to ignite, the flameburning brightly as he lowers the handle and holds it flush against my pussy.
“I want to hear you scream, little butterfly. Beg for this to end, for me to save you.”
With one strong move, he plunges the handle of the knife deep inside me, and I scream as it tears through my body, a hard, unyielding object I never expected to experience.
“Please.” My voice is weak, conquered and beaten as he fucks me with the knife, his eyes blazing with madness. He is relentlessly punishing me for ever having considered I am his equal. For stepping inside the crazy world he inhabits, believing I am a match for him.
The danger turns me on when it should repel and as he fucks me hard, smearing his cum on every corner of my pussy with the butt of the knife, I climb that mountain and prepare to jump, desperate to escape an onslaught I never imagined in my wildest dreams. His eyes burn into mine as I come harder than I ever thought possible. Falling into the madness of his world as he owns my soul. I scream, his smile of delight dancing in my shame as I give myself to him completely, knowing how morally wrong this is.
My orgasm shakes me to the core, my vision blurring, my senses deserting me as a sensation so powerful replaces everything I thought was mine. He has reached inside me and turned me inside out, and as I black out, the last thing I see is the madness gleaming in his deranged, decadently cruel, demonic eyes.
My entire body aches, inside and out. My head thumps as hard as my heart, and my vision is the last thing to wake up. I make to move, but I can’t, and as my senses come back to me one by one, I’m aware it’s dark all around me. I attempt to sit, but my legs won’t move. I test my arms, and they won’t either, and then a voice emerges from the shadows of my nightmares as he whispers huskily, “Be careful what you wish for, angel. “
“Giorgio?”
My voice is weak, unlike me and he shifts into the light, leaning forward, his arms on his knees as he stares at me with a sardonic smile.
“You slept for two hours.”
“Passed out, you mean.”
His low chuckle somehow drags a smile onto my face.
“Why am I tied up?”
“Because I like seeing you like that.”
He shifts and moves to the edge of the bed, staring down at me, the blood still scarring his skin.
“You never showered.”
My words are said with a smile, and he leans closer, whispering, “This is just the beginning, angel. Why would I shower yet?”
A shiver of anticipation passes through me as I gaze into the madness.
“What next?”
He drags his finger across my breast and pinches the nipple hard.
“You tell me, angel.”
His lips fasten on my nipple, and he bites down softly, causing me to groan.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.” My body wakes up to more pleasure than it can stand as he sits astride me, gazing into my eyes with a disturbing smile.
“Matteo?” My mind wakes up to the fact there’s another man in my life who, for some reason, Giorgio made me forget existed for a second.
“What about him?” He says as an aside. “He will never satisfy the demon inside you, Taylor.”
“And I suppose you can.”
“OnlyI can.”
