Page 54 of Forbidden Property
I couldn’t move away from him, even if I wanted to. His cock continues to grow against my ass cheeks as I wriggle beneath Renzo’s grasp making soft pathetic grunts as I struggle for oxygen. I shouldn’t expect him to pity me… and he doesn’t. Renzo made it clear that signing his new contract would release me from every burden to him including sex.
Even if he pins me to the bed and presses his cock against my ass, I can’t admit to either of us why I’m here. I can’t admit toanyonehow deeply fucked up it is that I fell for Renzo Taviani out of all the people in my life that I’ve met. Why did it have to be the man who called me ‘mop girl’? Who made me feel so impossibly small before Nicki shook the fuck out of our dynamic?
Renzo’s grasp on my hips tightens. I cry out in fear and my pussy leaks some more of his cum into a nice little wet patch on the bed. Renzo chuckles with excitement from the justification he now has to enact his most depraved desires on me. That’s what I assume from his low, evil-sounding laugh. My efforts to struggle away from his grasp don’t work at all and he loves every second of it.
Complete control over my body is exactly what he wants from me.
“We both signed the contract and now… you made me fuck your pussy full of my cum the first night I let you go. Almost like you couldn’t live without me.”
His cock throbs impatiently against my ass cheeks. Ready again and this time, I’m guessing he’s ready formore.
There’s an impossible lump in my throat that won’t move. What does Renzo want me to say? He has a dick big enough to drive a sane woman crazy. It’s not just that. It’s the banter between us. The way he improved my LSAT practice scores. The way he made me feel beautiful with his sketches, even while he outwardly denied seeing my beauty.
“I can live without you just fine,” I say, struggling to breathe as I lie through my teeth to the strong Italian man who has me spread apart and pinned to his bed.
I can’t pin any of this on Nicki now. Renzo set me free, so my words don’t sound convincing now that I’m beneath him again and especially since I placed myself in this fucked up position.
“I can’t live without you,” Renzo whispers. His breath smells like mints and is so fucking warm. I want his lips closer and hate myself for wanting him. He’s never going to be perfect and I’m never going to stop loving him… I know it’s wrong and I know that I should be strong enough to follow the contract that I signed.
But I’m not.
“You’ll get used to it,” I tell him, squirming beneath him nervously as I feel Renzo’s cock growing again. Seriously? How can he fuck me again so soon and how can he get hard when we’re basically in the middle of an argument?
“The more you deny me, the more I want you,” he says. “I even gave you freedom when all I wanted was to tie you up naked in my basement with a plug up your ass that keeps you full until I’m ready to use you for the day.”
It’snotsexy that he wants to kidnap me and use my body as an object for his pleasure, but something about his brazen confession of his kinkiness gets me instantly wet. It won’t take Renzo long to discover my wetness.
Fuck.
“Renzo…” I gasp as I feel him spreading my ass cheeks apart. Yelling his name only encourages him. I feel his thumb pressing against my asshole and there isn’tnearlyenough lubrication for him to enter me.
“I’m going to take your ass tonight,” he says. “It’s up to you how much it hurts.”
I don’t want pain. I can’t admit to either of us that I came into Renzo’s bed because I knew it would hurt to be with him again. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking. I have a profoundly stupid physical need for this man but we saidfuck the contractand now I’m spiraling.
The good thing is this spiral has a natural end point. I’ll have the baby. I’ll disappear. Once I’m not stuck within Renzo’s grasp all day and night, he’ll quickly find a distraction. He’s an insanely hot white guy with a commanding aura whenever he enters a room. I can’t imagine this keeping Renzo down for long. When I’m alone looking after our baby, he’ll be ten inches (or more) deep inside some other girl.
It’s a good thing. I need to get over him and remind myself that there isnothingto romanticize about a man who demeaned me verbally. Who fucked my ass with a wine bottle. Who was the first to ever tell me that heloves me…
“No…” I whimper.
Renzo chuckles. “You knew what you were signing up for by sneaking into my bed. I’ll be careful with our little one.”
My traitorous pussythrobs,making me feel like a complete slut for how hot I feel when Renzo refers to the baby asour little one.I don’t want to acknowledge the part of my lizard brain thatfeels so fucking good having him physically dominate me and get completely possessive over my body because of ourmutual interestin the baby growing within me.
“What do you want in your ass?” he asks as his finger circles the skin on my puckered asshole. “If you take my cock, I’ll forgive you for sneaking into my bed tonight… and I’ll use lube.”
Renzo exhales warm air on the back of my neck and the hair stands on end. He knows exactly how to scare the shit out of me while getting me disturbingly wet. My body trembles in fear as
“If you take my finger,” he continues. “I’ll punish you for teasing me.”
He pushes against my asshole to tease me and test me. I cry out in pain as he forces in just the first knuckle. Fuck. A man as big as Renzo has big handsanda big dick. This is only a choice in Renzo’s fucked up view of the world.
He won’t let me get away with it.
“You’re too quiet,” he murmurs. “Do you want my cock or my finger, Geralynn? It’s a simple question.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
