Page 52 of Descent into Madness

“Your nonna was a liar. Your father was a liar. Anyone who told you what you like is bad and dirty and you are too, is a fucking liar. It’s all about control, baby. To keep you meek and mild and not the passionate, sexy woman you are. The better to mold you into a perfect little mafia wife. None of it is true. Do you understand? Not a single fucking word. Your body belongs to only you. And every bit of pleasure should be for you alone,” he whispers into my neck.

It takes a long time for the tears to subside. He doesn’t do more than hold me close. No urging me to stop crying, no long sighs of annoyance.

Finally, I’m able to look up into his eyes. Clear blue runs over me with concern. He swipes his thumb over my lips. “All right?”

I nod. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. All that matters is you believe me. Do you?”

“I do. All the years of…” I shake my head. “How did you get it when I didn’t?”

“Easy, I haven’t forgotten a single moment of the night we met. I recall vividly you saying you were going to hell for being a slut and dirty like your nonna warned you. Once you admitted you liked the pain, it wasn’t a huge jump to figure it out.” He traces a finger over my cheek.

“Thank you.”

“If you really want to thank me…” is whispered against my temple. “You’ll give me all of you.”

I nod. “Every inch of me belongs to you. Take me, dear husband.”

With a hunger I had no idea was simmering beneath his gentle touch, he does just that. His mouth steals all my breath until I’m a desperate puddle of need for him.

When he tears his mouth from mine, I swear he’s tearing a strip of skin from my body. I cling to him. Only now do I realize he added some type of oil to the water as my arms slide from him. I lock my hands and refuse to let go.

A wicked smile spreads across his face. “Greedy girl, you are so fucking perfect for me. If I made you for myself, there isn’t a single thing I would change. On your knees.”

Sinking down to my knees within the swirling water, pride blossoms in my chest at the satisfaction on his face. The jacuzzi tub is large enough for four people with the water coming to inches below my breasts. Manuel’s hand slides down my back, then presses me over the edge of the tub.

He continues down my spine to the crack of my ass. When he tugs on the plug, it pulls a moan from me as it goes straight to my core—turning me desperate and aching for him inside me. My body is still processing it all when he thrusts his cock deep inside me while tugging on the plug in my ass.

Oh god! It’s scalding water down my spine.

Manuel chuckles into my ear. “What did I tell you,mi amor? Your body was made for me. There will be pain in the beginning, but you’re going to come and beg for more.”

It’s a promise. And one I can’t believe he makes come true. The plug is pulled from my ass. Instantly, my body craves it again. He gives it to me by inserting a new one, bigger and thicker than the first one.

He tugs a few times on the plug. Every tug pulls a moan from me. Then he begins pounding hard and fast in my desperate pussy. Oh my god, my body is overwhelmed by his cock and the plug inside me. The combination is so intense, I can’t breathe. He works my clit, sending me into an orgasm that is too much—too fast. No, I need more.

There’s no fighting it. I hit the waves and shatter. Spent, I’m fighting for air as I cling to the edge of the tub.

Rough hands are spreading my ass. I want to beg him to stop, but I don’t dare. I want this, not only for him, but for me. Burning steel covered in silk pushes into me.Oh no. Stop. I mouth the words as I bite down on my wrist to keep from screaming.

“You’re doing so good, Nicky. I’m so proud of how much of my cock you can take. The head is in, baby. Your ass loves my cock the same as your pussy. That’s it, such a good girl you are.” He croons low in his chest.

The words vibrate into me, spreading heated pleasure to know I please him. Oh, he stops.

“Talk to me, sunshine,” he murmurs so low it’s almost a whisper.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I gasp. I’m not sure if it will be better or worse if he moves—I just know when he isn’t, I wonder if I’m going to be torn in two from his massive cock.

“Everything my baby wants, she gets,” he growls as he begins moving.

Oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god. I can’t take it. My head goes down as I fight to not say the words. Finally, he stops. I can’t believe he’s buried inside me.

We’re both breathing heavily, desperate for air. His hand slips down to my clit and strokes, yanking a moan from me. “Manuel, please. Please, fuck me. I need more.”

Slowly, too slowly, he slides from my body, and oh god, everything collapses as he does. Empty, so empty. More, no.

He answers my plea by thrusting back inside me. My lungs are burning with the need for the air he’s stolen as he begins fucking me. Harder, yes. Harder. Fuck me. I’m begging him.

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