Chapter 14
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ENZO
The little minx started this and now I’m going to finish it. Unbuckling my jeans, I keep our gazes locked, searching for any hint of fear or regret.
I’m not going to force her, I want her willing and I know she believes this to be some sort of power play between us but honestly, I couldn’t give a shit.
Let her have control, let her have her fun because I know eventually, she’ll submit to me. And she’ll love it too.
“I think the best way to seal this deal is with you coming all over my cock.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the keys to the limo and unlock the doors. “Now you can either run or stay in here with me like a good girl. The choice is yours.”
She swallows hard, that beautiful mind probably spinning into overdrive. I tilt my head to the side, staring at my new fiancée. Her breasts are practically popping out of the tight fitted dress, her dress is stained with her own juices, her hair is crazed and her eyes…there’s a fire beginning to rage inside of them that makes my cock spring alive.
Suddenly she reaches her hand out and grips me through my boxers, teasing that early moisture from the tip. “I choose this.” Those full lips tilt up and something savage rips from my throat as I spin her around until her back is flush against my chest.
She shifts her hand back to pop open a few of the buttons, drifting her fingers carelessly down my hard chest. I wince as she yanks on the smothering of hair, moaning when I bite down on her neck.
Wrenching her dress past her stomach, I work her clit, rubbing in small fast circles to incite her pussy to glisten. “More!” She gasps, wrapping her arm around my neck. I give in to her, sinking two fingers inside that tight pussy and stroking her walls fast.
“How long has it been since someone made you feel this good? ”
She shakes her head, eyes pressed shut as she reaches the pinnacle of another climax. “Too long. Way too long oh—” I almost groan as I feel her walls tighten around my fingers again, imagining how good it’ll feel around my cock.
To my surprise, the little minx yanks my hand up, slurping her own juices from my fingers. I watch, slightly in awe and definitively hard, as she swirls that tongue around and around, poking them into her cheek.
I know she won’t suck my cock right now. This is a tease. A reminder that she’s in control and honestly, it’s a turn on seeing her on a high from the power.
So when she turns around, arching her back and shoving that round ass in my face, I have to hold back from turning that tan skin red.
Instead, I wrap my hand around her throat to force her head up. My lips graze her ear, tugging on the lobe as I whisper, “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Anastasia? No more silence, no more tantrums — if you want control, I’ll let you have it for now, but you have to stop denying yourself what you truly crave.”
“You think I crave you? It’s just sex.”
A rough laugh escapes my throat, fanning her cheek. I tighten my hold around her neck and she squeaks. “This is just sex? I hold your life in my hands Anastasia, I doubt you let your pathetic one night stands do the same. You let me, because deep down in your sou you know that we’re cosmic.”
“So that’s what you think, huh?” She chokes out and I loosen my grip. “You believe in fate, in our future to be written into the stars? That you would never hurt me?” She scoffs. “Whilst I trust you to not beat me to a pulp or choke me to death during sex, it doesn’t mean that you’re my soulmate. It just means we’re both as fucked up as each other. That’s why this works. We’re one and the same. So either fuck me, or I’ll find someone else to finish the job.”
No-one infuriates me as much as this woman. Anger blisters inside of me like a disease taking hold until all I can see is red.
My teeth sink into her neck, biting down hard enough that she cries out as I mark my territory. Gripping my cock, I push all eight inches inside of her. She gasps, her back arching up until I shove it down again. The angle lets me sink in deeper, reaching inside of the deepest crevices of her body.
“I hope you remember this feeling the next time you’re thinking about how much you hate me.” Her lips parts to speak but I thrust inside of her hard. “So perfect.” I murmur, marveling at how tight she feels around my dick whilst those big blue eyes roll into the back of her head .
It’s like Deja vu. Suddenly we’re in her dorm room again, trying to keep quiet and laughing as we fumbled in the dark as young lovers do.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I force the memories away and cant my hips faster. Those soft moans fill the sweaty car and I hold back a smile as she drags my hand forward, positioning it around her neck.
“You like being choked, don’t you? You want me to squeeze your throat whilst you come on my cock like a good slut?” The praise skitters along her body, pleasurable in a way only our minds can understand it.
It triggers more memories, flashing behind my eyelids. How she gasped as I first pushed inside of her that very first time, gripping my biceps whilst she stared up at me in a way no-one else ever had. How she bled and her eyes filled with tears, overwhelmed by the foreign sensation of our bodies colliding.
Fuck.
I shake my head, trying to snap out of the past again, and push down on her back. The angle allows me to slip inside even deeper and she moans, soaking in every ounce of pleasure I’m delivering.
This is supposed to be just sex — hate fucking as she wants to call it .
Yet she’s so lost in pleasure I think I could do just about anything and she would let me. Even kiss her — but she would regret it after. And I’m playing the long game here.
After all, we do have the rest of our lives together.
Lowering my head, the sweat off her neck and nip at that fresh bite mark. “I thought you hated me, I thought you wanted me dead, but it didn’t take long for you to spread your legs for me, did it? Or was that all practice for being a good dutiful wife?”
I’m giving her what she wants. My words trigger that beautiful anger and she growls, moving her hips back to meet each trust, blow to blow.
I squeeze my eyes shut as her pussy begins to contract, tightening around my cock so I can feel each ripple of her inner walls clamping down on me. Reaching below us, I pinch her clit and tighten that hand around her throat, ripping a silent moan from her chest.
My cock begins to jerk, twitching intensely and it takes all my strength to pull out of her. I quickly direct my cock up, letting my cum spurt all over my white shirt instead.
She’s breathing heavily, slumped down on the leather seats. I quickly strip off the open shirt, balling it up and chucking it onto the floor. Then I remember how much she hates mess so I kick it under the seat as well .
I hesitate before reaching for her and pulling her up against the seat. Her hair is slicked back with sweat just like mine and I watch her eyes grow heavy as she leans on the door — away from me.
Sighing, I reach into my pocket to call my driver. “Say it.” There’s a desperate edge to her voice that tugs at my heart and I can feel the words in my soul.
“Mi amore.” I watch her eyes flutter shut and the words float between us like a ghost, except this time it’s one we’ve invited.