Page 71 of Cursebound
I grab her hands, pull them above her head, and hold them to the wall. I’m being rough and it must hurt, but it’s what she wants. And it’s sure as hell what I need.
I keep her trapped, wrists imprisoned in my grip, tits bouncing, pussy being pounded, her eyes rolling, and her breath coming in short, desperate gusts.
I search out her eyes, knowing mine will be silver because I’m so fucking feral for her right now. I squeeze her wrists tighter, and she cries out, then kicks her heels into my ass to spur me on. “Stop being so gentle, you fucking asshole!” she screams, her pupils huge, her face twisted with need and pleasure.
“Shut up,” I say, railing into her so hard she cries out. “New rule. You speak, I stop.” Her lips clamp shut, and I growl. “That’s a good girl. I don’t trust you though.” I keep one hand holding her arms up against the wall and wrap the other around her throat. She lifts her chin, and I feel her pussy clench as I tighten my grip. Her heart is going crazy. She’s close.
I lean forward and graze my fangs over her skin. I won’t feed from her because she needs her strength, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with my food. I nip and bite and lick, kissing and teasing, feeling the blood rushing through her veins as her excitement builds.
I squeeze her throat enough to make her gasp, then bite hard enough into her shoulder to break the skin. I lick the trickle of blood. The sensation of it goes straight to my dick, and I let go of her hands. They tumble down, weak and limp after being held up, and I pull them behind her and hold them at the small of her back, forcing her body to arch toward me like a bow being drawn. She yelps but doesn’t protest.
Her tits are directly in my face, the stiff peaks of her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts jiggling as I fuck her faster and faster, and I lean in for a quick taste. The blood I leave smeared on her skin is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. The imprint of my lips around her nipples, bright red and glistening. Rosa Capelli is mine, and I will never let her go. I own these perfect tits. I own this hot, wet pussy. I own her juicy round ass. It’s all mine.
Her breath hitches, and I increase the pressure on her hands, pulling her back so she’s almost horizontal, supported only by my grip. She pants and groans, her orgasm building. Without warning, I hoist her off my rigid cock and pin her high up against the wall.
She whimpers a protest but complies when I command her to wrap her legs around my neck. Her hands plunge into my hair as I bury my face in her pussy. I inhale her scent, taste her need. With my tongue inside her, I swirl it around the way I know drives her wild. I slip it out and lick her folds up and down, taking my time with her. Eventually, I find her swollen clit and take it into my mouth. I keep it there, sucking that delicious bud, my whole face coated in her juices.
She comes hard, squirting cum over me in trembling shudders, her body vibrating as her climax tears through her. It seems to last forever, one luscious ripple after another as she moans my name and pulls my hair.
Before she has a chance to recover, I throw her onto the bed. She lands on her back, gazing up at me in confusion. Her blood-smeared nipples are still peaked, and her hair frames her head like a cloud of sable. The sight of her thighs shiny with cum, her lips parted and puffy, goes straight to my cock, and I grip the base of my shaft hard before working myself so fast my hand is a blur.
With the taste of her blood and her pussy in my mouth, I empty myself all over her perfect tits, groaning as ecstasy tears through me. My cum drips down her chest, soaking her, and she lets out a small sigh and rubs it into her skin. Then she puts one finger to her lips and licks it clean.
I drink her in, shameless and bloody, covered in my cum, legs spread and face dreamy. What a damn sight to store up and save.
Because I’m watching her, I see the precise moment when her altered state starts to fade. When reality creeps into her eyes. She pulls the covers across her battered, cum-soaked body and turns away from me. Staring at the wall, she shuts me out—rejects me right after she’s fucked me. It hurts me in a way I never could have imagined.
I tear the sheets away, leaving her exposed, and ignore her angry protests as I climb onto the bed and drag her into my arms. She’s wet with our fluids, and I pull off my shirt so my skin can soak it all in. She punches me in the chest, but it’s a halfhearted thing. A protest she feels she has to make.
I wrap my arms around her like a steel cage and hook one leg across her hips, holding her down. Her struggle ends abruptly and is replaced by something worse—the wet sting of her tears on my chest. I stroke her hair and murmur soothing words as she cries. Fuck this roller coaster.
“I came here to talk to you, not for sex.” My voice comes out in a croak. “But we kind of got carried away.”
“That’s because we’re not in control of ourselves, Luca. None of this is real.”
“That’s what I came to tell you. I don’t think that’s true, bella. Yeah, there’s a spell, but like Donatella said, so what? I can’t believe that everything between us is bullshit. I refuse to believe it. It’s real—I feel it in my bones. It’s all real, Rosa, and I’m so sorry for not telling you about the spell.”
She squirms against me, and her eyes find mine. Shining, beautiful. Surprised. “You actually sound like you mean it this time.”
“I do mean it, carissima. I was wrong. I was an idiot. I can only imagine how awful it was to hear that, after everything we’ve been through together. Everything we’ve meant to each other. You trusted me, and I know that doesn’t come easy to you. And I know you felt that I betrayed that trust.”
“You did, Luca,” she says quietly. “And I’m not sure that’s something I can ever forgive, blood spell or no.”
“Well, that’s interesting then, isn’t it? At least we know there’s a limit to its powers. And if you don’t forgive me, I’ll have to deal with it, because I brought it on myself. My only defense is that I was as confused as you were. I’ve been around for a long time, and I’ve never felt anything like what we have between us before. It blew me away. You blew me away. Everything I thought I knew was wrong. Everything I had believed in felt fake. The only thing that mattered to me—the only thing that does matter to me—is you. I don’t give a shit about the spell. Isn’t love always some kind of spell. Real-life magic?”
Her fingers trace my tattoo, running over the outline of the dragon that she’s so fascinated by. “Love?” she repeats, her voice weak.
“Yes. Love. I love you, Rosa Capelli. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in this whole ugly world, and that will never change. We can break the spell, we can live separate lives, we can move to opposite sides of the fucking world—but I will always love you. You are my heart and my soul. You are my everything, and I will never regret what’s happened between us.”
CHAPTER 26
ROSA
We all pile into a big black SUV with predictably tinted windows and drive through the streets of Manhattan to Don Vincenzo’s compound. I gaze out at the city around me, at the lights in the skyscrapers, at the restaurants and bars and people out partying. It’s the city that never sleeps, and most of its inhabitants have no clue what lives in the middle of it.
We pull up to a side street in Hell’s Kitchen and climb out of the car. There is sound all around us: a blast of hip-hop, a couple arguing in Spanish, somebody playing an accordion. I smell garlic and spices and popcorn, perfume and gasoline and a hint of the Hudson River. Underneath it all, the unmistakable tang of other—vamp, witch, shifter, even a few scents I can’t identify.
I am unnerved, edgy. There might be a fight ahead, but I have no clue when it will happen or who I’ll be fighting. My body is still sore from my not-make-up sex with Luca, and my heart is more bruised from the knowledge that no matter what he said in an attempt to change my mind, I still can’t trust him.
