13. Dario #3
Grazing my finger along the line of black stitches that still runs up her arm, I say, “I don’t like the idea of you putting yourself in danger, but I know you, Mia, and more importantly I love you.
I would never take something that means so much to you away.
To take away your freedom and ability to be who you want to be would be like killing a part of you.
It’s like domesticating a wolf. It might be thrilling for the owner, but the wolf will always be miserable.
You can’t force happiness, no matter how hard you might want to. ”
I kiss her arm and smile at her. “You are most definitely a feral little animal, Mia, and I would never force you into a cage.” I laugh and add, “You’d just find a way to slit my throat and leave anyway.”
Her smile widens like I’ve just given her a rare compliment.
“Don’t be so stubborn, streghetta mia . Give me the sweet stuff before I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
This time it’s her eyes that widen, but I don’t miss the way her pussy clenches even tighter around me. I give her a wink and fist her hair again.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“God, you’re so bossy,” she can’t resist muttering before she lets out a breath and meets my eyes. “Fine. I admit it. I have feelings for you.”
“Wow.” I rest more weight on her, because it looks like I’m going to be here for a while, and then prop my head in my hand while I watch her.
“You’re going to have to do so much better than that, vipera mia .
I just ripped my chest open for you and gave you my heart.
The least you can do is draw a little bit of blood. ”
“Are all Italians this dramatic?”
I wink and tug on a strand of her pink hair. “We’re a passionate people, now stop stalling, sweetheart, and tell me what I want to hear.”
“I’ve been obsessed with you for some time now,” she admits. She ignores my grin and keeps talking. “You drive me crazy, but I also can’t get you out of my head. ”
When she doesn’t say anything else, I drag the pad of my thumb along her cheek, and even though I’m still rock-hard and buried inside her, I’m prepared to stay here for as long as it takes. When she finally does speak, it’s not at all what I’m expecting.
“Benny’s happily married.”
“What?” Bringing up the only other man who’s seen the beautiful pussy that’s still wrapped tightly around me is not at all what I want to be talking about.
“I liked that you were jealous. It only seemed fair since you’ve been with so many women.
I knew it was the only time I’d get to tease you about anything so I let you think something that I knew wasn’t true.
He’s never once hit on me, and his wife helps him run the shop.
She’s been right next to me for every piercing.
It was not even remotely sexual, and when I got them, all I could think about was you, wondering if you’d like them. ”
“I fucking love them, Mia,” I say before dragging my fingers lower so I can play with the barbell running through her nipple. “And I was jealous. I’m glad you told me. I would’ve felt really bad for killing him.”
She rolls her eyes like I’m joking, but I’m not. I had every intention of finding him as soon as we got back to the city.
“You’re wrong about the jealousy thing, though. Men look at you. They look at you all the time, and I know exactly what they’re thinking when they do, and it makes me want to kill every single one of them. I will always feel that way about you.”
I squeeze her nipple, and as soon as she moans, I kiss her and rock my hips, reminding her that we’re not even close to being done for the night.
Her fingers run through my hair and along my back, and as soon as our lips part, she whispers, “I do love you, Dario. I may not be comfortable expressing my emotions all the time, but you have all of me.”
Hearing her say that has me grinning like an idiot, but I don’t care. I’ve never felt happier than I do right in this moment.
“ Amore mio ,” I whisper and then kiss her, not stopping until she’s clawing at my back and digging her heels into my ass in an effort to get me to fuck her.
We’re both breathless when I pull back, but before I give her what she wants, I say, “I want you to remember how much I love you, little viper. You’re going to doubt it by the time I’m finished with you tonight, but every word I’ve told you is true.
Just because I want to wreck this tight little pussy doesn’t mean I don’t love you more than life itself.
” I brush my lips across hers. “It doesn’t mean I don’t need you more than I need my next breath. ”
As soon as she nods, I grab one of her thighs, hiking her leg up.
“Oh fuck,” she moans when I sink in even deeper.
“Better hang on, sweetheart,” I warn right before I start fucking her hard enough to steal the breath from her lungs.
Mia wanted a good, hard fuck, and so that’s exactly what I give her, but I also explore the sweet side of sex that I’ve never experienced before. The tender kisses, the soft, lingering touches, the eye contact while she climaxes—all the things I never wanted or cared about before I met her.
By the time I slide out of her for the last time, we’re both so exhausted we can barely move.
Forcing myself up, I give her a quick kiss, throw on some pants and then run to get her an ice pack.
She’s not the only one who’s going to be sore, but I want to minimize the damage as much as possible for her.
I did not take it easy on her, but in my defense she was the one clawing my back and demanding I fuck her harder.
I was just giving my girl what she wanted.
We put an impressive dent in the condom stash, but it came at a price and part of me wonders if I’ll be the one who can’t walk tomorrow.
When I’m back in our room, I quickly shed my clothes and crawl under the covers. She’s already asleep, but when I put the ice pack between her legs, her eyes dart open as she hisses out my name. I’d wrapped it in a towel, but it’s still cold enough to shock her.
“You’ll thank me tomorrow, vipera mia .”
She smiles when I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into me so I can spoon her. I had no idea I liked to cuddle so much, but there’s no denying I love this. Holding the ice pack, I keep it between her legs, pressed to the delicate skin that I just tore into.
“Night, amore mio, ” I whisper against her ear.
“Night, babe,” she says, and her voice is so soft I barely hear it.
I grin at the term of endearment. “There’s my sweet girl,” I murmur, but she just grunts and tries to kick me from behind. I laugh and hold her tighter while she falls back asleep.
When I wake it’s to the sweet sound of my girl cursing me to hell and back.
“Jesus Christ, Dario, what did you do to me?”
Keeping my eyes closed, I bury my face in her hair and kiss her neck. “Morning, amore mio .”
“Don’t amore mio me,” she growls. “You broke my pussy last night. I can barely move.”
I nip at her skin, feeling myself immediately start to harden again at the feel of her wiggling in my arms.
“Oh, don’t you even think about it.” She wiggles some more, which only makes the cock pressing against her ass grow even bigger. “That thing isn’t coming anywhere near me.”
I laugh and open my eyes. “Let me see, streghetta mia .”
Sitting up, I roll her onto her back and spread her thighs.
The sight of her nearly does me in. She’s red and swollen, but when I use my thumbs to spread her wider and get a better look, I don’t see anything that looks alarming.
Her piercing isn’t showing any signs of infection, and I don’t see any visible tearing.
“I’d give anything to be able to kiss you all better, amore mio .” I lean down and kiss the smooth mound of her pussy. “You’re swollen, but I think you’ll be okay.”
“I better be.”
I laugh and kiss her again. “Believe me, I don’t want this sweet pussy hurt any more than you do.”
“Can I lay in bed all day at least?”
“You can sleep for a few more hours, but the party is tonight, and a delivery of clothes is coming this afternoon,” I tell her .
“Clothes?”
I kiss along her stomach, torturing myself with the taste of her. “I’m guessing you didn’t pack any dresses.” I look up and ask, “Do you even own a dress?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I’ve been in all my cousins’ weddings,” she reminds me.
“That doesn’t count.”
“Then no,” she admits. “I’m guessing I’m going to be forced to wear one tonight?”
“You will be.” I nip at her hip. “And heels.”
She groans and lifts her leg so she can roll over onto her side, and all it does is trap my head between her legs so her sore little pussy is just inches from my mouth.
“God, you’re fucking cruel, piccolina mia .”
She laughs while I let out a pained sigh and force my head out from between her legs. “You’re lucky I’m such a gentleman.”
She huffs out a laugh and pulls the sheet up, hiding her naked body from my hungry gaze.
“There was nothing gentlemanly about you last night,” she mutters, already half asleep again.
I smack the outline of her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to wake her up a bit.
“You have no idea how much I held back, amore mio ,” I tell her, and when she peeks one eye open to give me a disbelieving look, I laugh and say, “Your pussy is the only thing that’s sore this morning. If I’d had my way, your ass would be too.”
I grin when both her eyes shoot open. “Don’t even think about it,” she warns.
Giving her a wink, I say, “Oh, believe me, streghetta mia, I’ve definitely thought about it, and it’s definitely happening.”
I turn my back on her and head for the shower. Before I shut the door on her stunned face, I say, “One day you’re going to beg me to fuck that sweet ass, little viper.”