Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
DALILA
I t’s dark when I feel myself waking up, trapped somewhere between dreams and the real world, after midnight. Immediately, my body begins to thrum and pulse with desire. I shift in my sleepy state and feel him against me, his body wrapped over mine, my back pressed into his chest.
And I can feel his cock.
I arch my back and press my ass against it, letting the dreams drift through my mind as I move slowly, playing with him, enjoying the sensation of his cock pressed between my ass cheeks.
I hear a low growl from behind me and it pulls me further awake.
Oh fuck.
I’m not on the couch anymore. And I’m not dreaming.
His cock is rock hard and pushing into me.
I try to wiggle a little away from him, but his arms lock tighter around me.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” A low vibration as his voice runs through me. My body is tingling, my pussy is drenched at the feel of him.
But I’m angry. I won’t give in to this.
Fuck. Don’t. Don’t give in to this.
My body betrays me as I try to wiggle away from him again, but I arch my back even further, to rub my pussy over his cock.
Oh my fuck, it feels so good.
No.
Don’t give in to this.
He doesn’t even respect you enough to tell you what is going on.
Don’t give in to him.
His hand grips tight against my waist, then brushes over my skin, gripping my hip as he pushes against me with his cock.
His breathing is heavy, deep, and filled with need.
“Stop that.” I demand in the darkness. My voice coming out far less commanding that I had hoped, and even as I tell him to stop my fingers are digging into his arm, my body twisting against him still, begging him to fuck me.
“I can’t.” He warns me. “You should never have done that.”
I try to turn around, to say no, to tell him he can’t have me, but he rolls onto me, pushing my face against the pillow, his chest against my back as he pins me to the bed.
“Nevio.” I say, a whisper of a breath.
I gasp as he pulls my legs apart and his hand wraps around my throat from behind. He lifts my face and his lips trace over the side of my neck, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin. I spread my legs wide.
I don’t want this.
I desperately want this.
His hand is between my legs, his fingers brushing over my pussy, and electric bolts are shooting through me.
He dips his fingers inside me, and I push against him, trying to drag him deeper into me.
“Stop.” I whisper again, but it’s useless.
“No.” He growls against my ear as his finger slips out of me and I cry out in horror, wanting the feeling back.
But then his cock presses against my pussy and I can’t think.
I can’t think about anything.
I can only feel.
He slowly thrusts forward. Pushing himself inside me.
I feel my pussy spread wider than it’s ever before.
Pain shoots through me and I whimper softly.
“Does it hurt, baby girl?” He asks, but he doesn’t wait for my answer. He keeps sliding his massive cock into me.
I can’t answer, anyway.
Pain is turning to pleasure, and the pleasure is almost unbearable.
I lift my ass towards him, wanting more. Wanting everything.
He pushes his cock all the way into me, buried inside me. He stops moving, letting me adjust, letting my pussy relax. I can feel his cock twitching and throbbing.
“I’m OK,” I whisper and he growls low and deep, an intense sound of need that rumbles against my back. He fucks me, slowly, moving in and out of me rhythmically. He reaches his hand around the front of my body and cups his fingers around my pussy as his cock penetrates me, he moves his fingers in circles over my clit.
He is fucking me harder and faster.
Pushing deeper, thrusting forward repeatedly.
The sensation is more than I can bear, and I am moaning and rocking myself against his hand.
His breath is hot against my neck when my legs shake uncontrollably.
I feel so overwhelmed by physical sensation and emotion that I scream when the orgasm washes over me in waves after wave as his cock continues to thrust inside me.
My pussy clamps over him and I hear him moan - then his cock grows even bigger and I feel him exploding inside me.
When it’s over, he rolls off me, pulling me along with him so that I stay wrapped in his arms.
He whispers into my ear. “You are made of the same things angels are made from.”
I want to be angry. I want to push him away, but I’m too tired.
I close my eyes and drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and warm and like I am the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes.
In the morning, the soft light pulls me awake before him.
I blink against it, trying to remember where I am and process everything that happened.
My hand is resting on the pillow near my head and the diamond ring catches the light, making me swallow hard.
I’m married.
My brother wouldn’t talk to me.
I had sex for the first time last night.
It was so fucking amazing, but - I can’t let that fool me into thinking that what they are doing is fair.
I deserve to know what is going on and why they expect me to stay trapped inside this house with Nevio.
His breathing tells me he is still fast asleep.
I grin, remembering last night, but then quickly push the thought away.
I slide myself out from under his arm and tiptoe out of the room.
I need to think.
Everything has happened so fast. My name has even changed, and I don’t think my mind has caught up with any of it.
Dalila Armano.
Wife of Nevio Armano.
Does he have a second name?
Something you’d think you’d know about the man you married and lost your virginity to.
I make my way down the stairway to the kitchen. The house is quiet. It’s earlier than I thought it was. The light outside is softer than I thought it was, too.
I flick the kitchen light on, and the brightness stings my eyes.
I wonder over to the coffee machine and flick that on too. Standing on my tiptoes, I grab a mug from the kitchen cupboard. But I can’t reach.
It’s so obvious he lives here alone, with no female in sight. He’s so tall and everything is out of reach for me.
I wiggle onto the kitchen counter, my knees on the edge, as I hold into the cupboard handle for balance. I grab a mug and place it on the counter next to me, then lower my hands to the counter to get down.
“What are you doing?” His voice comes from behind me and I freeze with fright.
My naked ass pointed right at the kitchen door. My cheeks flush bright pink when I remember what he did to me last night.
“That’s a beautiful view, but can I help you down before you hurt yourself?” He chuckles.
I wiggle off the counter and bash his hand away when I feel it on me.
“I’m perfectly capable of doing things on my own.” I huff, annoyed and angry and not about to let him distract me with that amazing body of his again.
“Ok, ok.” He steps away from me with his hands raise, his brows knotted. “Are you alright? Did you sleep ok? Does anything - uh - hurt - from last night.”
“Humph.” I snort at him, lifting my nose in the air like a proper brat. “Tell me when you’re done in the kitchen and I’ll come make my coffee then.” I snap, then push past him and leave him standing alone.